Frightened Of Having Another C-Section After Traumatic Birth
I fell pregnant with my son at the age of 19, I wasn’t prepared and wasn’t sure if being pregnant was what I wanted. I was in a long term relationship with my partner *Liam so I wasn’t alone. I will be honest in saying that up until I was 16 weeks I was still trying to figure out if I wanted to keep my baby.
I was told at the age of 13 that I had polycystic ovarian disease, which meant that it could be difficult or impossible to have a child. For the last 6 years I had to deal with the side effects, such as weight gain and not being able to lose it. My boobs stopped developing as I had more testosterone in my body. I have one D cup boob and one B cup boob which can be really difficult when wearing certain clothes and meeting new men.
The worst was the extra hair growth around my chest, back and face, I was shaving up to twice a day as I could grow a beard quicker than my partner.
Making my decision wasn’t easy, what if this was my one and only chance to be a mother?
Would I be able to get pregnant again?
I decided to continue with the pregnancy, I had already bonded with my little bump and loved the feeling of being kicked for the first time.
I loved being pregnant but at 36 weeks I was told I had preeclampsia which is dangerous for both me and my unborn baby. I was admitted to hospital and induced 2 days later. I was 37 weeks when I was induced at 2.30 in the morning. I was started off on a drip, by 2pm I was contracting but my waters were intact so I had to have the nurse break them. The pain of them trying to break my waters was excruciating.
My cervix was too high; I was given an epidural in order to break my waters. By 8pm I was still only 1 cm dilated, my body was just not letting me bring my little boy into the world. The doctors became concerned as the baby’s heart beat was dropping and he was in distress.
I was taken for an emergency c -section, I had never been in so much pain. It took too long to completely numb me and I was shaking the whole time I was on the table. My son was born at 9.30pm weighing 5lb 5ozs. I couldn’t even hold him as I was just too exhausted.
I never felt the rush of love for my son and it took me three days to bond with him. This is my fear of ever having a c- section again.
Two years later I have a very clever and happy little boy. I’m glad I did have him. It’s hard work now and then but I wouldn’t change him for the world.
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