Jackson's real birth story.
OK, so here is the real story, I wasnt being completely honest, but was pretty down after the birth, just had a hard time admitting it.
As most of you know I had a caesar. I dont want to put anyone off the idea of caesars, it is a completely individual thing, not everyone has an experience like mine, so please dont think I am against them, in my case it was a neccesity, not a choice which made it a little harder.
The birth of your child is meant to be the best experience of your life, mine was about the worst. I felt so detached from it all. Our OB was so impersonal, didnt explain anything to us, didnt see us before the surgery at all. We were admitted and waiting in our room for about an hour before i was wheeled down to surgery. The anaestheseist came and asked what kind of anaesthetic i was having, how the hell would i know?!, she couldnt believe no one had been over the options or explained the procedure to us. i became really anxious and couldnt stop crying, and they wouldnt let Chris stay while I had the epidural. I must admit the epidural was fine, didnt hurt a bit, the IV in my hand actually hurt more.
then our OB strolls in, starts poking and prodding and i realise they have started and no one has called in Chris! I kept saying where is my husband, I need my huband here, and they kept saying someone is getting him, and dismissing me. eventually he came in, just before they pulled Jackson out, and he had to walk past the area where he could see everything that was going on, not nice, he was pretty shocked. after about five minutes I felt two huge sort of cracks, apparently Jackson's head was stuck in my pelvis and they were pulling him out with forceps, they didnt explain any of this to me while it was happening, so I got a real fright when I felt the cracks. About 10 minutes into it they held our son over the curtain, and it was the strangest feeling, he didnt feel like mine, the whole process was too quck and I played no part in it whatsoever. he was put on my chest for about a minute before him and Chris left and I was wheeled into revovery for about an hour where I lay there on my own, no one with me at all.
Eventually I was wheeled to my room where Jackson was already dressed, something else I didnt get to play a part in, and he still didnt feel like mine. Through my whole pregnancy I felt like I knew him so well, and all of a sudden I felt like I didnt know him at all, i dint have the use of my legs for a few hours, so if he cried or needed me, i couldnt tend to him myself, i just didnt feel like his mother.
Am starting to get on top of things now. we have put him on formula as the breastfeeding was getting worse, not better, he just wouldnt get the hang of it, is very lazy. I feel better now I dont have the frustration of that added to the feelings i was trying to deal with about his birth.
I feel a lot better after getting all this out, i do love him to bits, there is no doubt about that, am just looking forward to geting to know him. and let me tell you that if we have any more children, things will be changing, i am not going to feel like i am not at the birth of my own child ever again.