Birth stories have never really
been my thing.
Whether they are your thing or
not they are a standard topic of conversation for women. Probably because
giving birth is such a miraculous event that only women can truly relate to.
Men who have been by a women's side in this experience have a glimpse into the
unique strength each woman has emotionally and physically but can never
completely understand.
Regardless of C-section, vaginal
or combination stories, all birth stories are so very personal. A dear friend
of mine, who is moving away, strongly encouraged me to share my most recent
birth story. I asked her why. She replied, "Because I think you have a
nice way of having a strong opinion on something without being judgmental. You
have made me wonder if my next baby should come a different way."
So I am going to follow through
and share my birth story with Hannah. I will do my best to share the story and
my choices without being judgmental. In advance, please know, if you have or
plan to give birth, the most important part of the experience is to remain true
to yourself and your goals. Be honest with your expectations and be easy on
your heart as it is the hardest thing you will ever do.
After having two kids I had a
pretty good idea of what pregnancy, labor and the early days were going to be
like. Also, really wished there were things that could be different/easier. For
my first baby I really had trouble bonding, breast feeding, adapting to
motherhood emotionally and settling in. It took a very long time physically and
emotionally for me to be whole again. For my second baby, bonding and labor was
easier but I still really struggled with breastfeeding and emotionally getting
back to a level state.
My approach to having my third
baby was intended to be much like the first two times. Go into labor, go to the
hospital, get an epidural, have a baby and move on with a new bundle of joy in
the family. I hadn't put a lot of thought into making any dramatic changes to
the plan.
Until I was about 33 weeks along.
It was about then that I started
to get a lot of stress, anxiety and this constant pressure feeling on an
emotional level. I had one weekend in particular when I felt like I was at
breaking point. Would I be able to survive three kids? Would I be able to bond
with this baby? Would I be able to breastfeed this baby? What will my
relationship with my other kids be like? Will I be able to handle the stress of
everyday life? I was a wreck.
Yikes… I
think this might be a long topic. I will have to circle back here again
tomorrow.
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