With my first son, I was so young and naive. I was told on a Friday that I would be induced that following Monday if I didn't have my baby over the weekend so I took (a lot) of castor oil and ended up "forcing" my baby out on Saturday. It was so traumatic and I KNOW that the reason why we are having some issues with him now is due to the trauma he received during his birth. Years past and when my husband and I decided to have another baby I threw myself into learning everything I could about the birthing process. I was already well educated in some areas but "The Business of Being Born" opened my eyes to so many new things. Although my first son was born vaginally, the whole process was so medically induced that I couldn't wait to have my second son as naturally as I could. I enrolled in the Midwife program at the hospital and felt very confident in how the whole process was going. Just like my first son though, my second just didn't want to come. He was late and losing a lot of amniotic fluid. Devastated that I was going through this process again, feeling like my child was being "forced" out (although I know this time it was necessary due to the lack of fluid) made me feel like I was doing such a disservice to my child...I just had so much guilt. They started me on a super low dose of pitocin and told me that if active labor starts, they'd take my IV out. They kept upping the pitocin and I refused any drugs. 14 hours later, being in the worst pain due to the pitocin induced contractions, my widwife checked me and I was 7 cm and fully effaced. Her exact words were, "You are doing great and almost there!!." It was then though, the monitor lost the heartbeat because I shifted (this was something that had been happening the whole time I was at the hospital and his heartbeat the whole time was fine, it was the monitors that were acting up) the Midwife decided that she would freak out and call in the medical team. Within seconds I am wisked away to the OR where the heartbeat is checked and like the whole time, is 150 per minute. I point to the monitor and tell the Doctor, "He has 150 beats per minute! He is fine!" and she tells me, "What's matter most is a healthy baby!!" I respond with, "I am WELL aware of that." Right as I say that I get a contraction and I hear, "deep breath" and I am knocked out. My baby was born 40 seconds later, screaming and I didn't wake up for an hour....I missed the whole first hour of my baby's life. The kicker to this whole story: My Midwife was at my bedside when I woke up and she told me right there that the doctors had been pressuring her to get me "sectioned" for the last 2 hours....my Midwife caved in... So....I did everything I could to have the most natural birth possible. I love that with documentaries like, "The Business of Being Born" it is encouraging woman to have a voice and control when it comes to their children's births. I just hate that I love this "movement" so much yet I couldn't be apart of the experience. It's hard to read women's stories and feel like I missed out. Bottom line, I am so blessed to have my boys and the fact that they are healthy is all that matters but it is hard feeling like, everything with all of the information and planning, I still feel like I was robbed of a natural birth.
If you made it this far thank you for reading and letting me just get this out!