Hi everyone. I'm Chantal and I blog at Scattered Seashells, about parenting, our life in South Korea, and all sorts of other lifestyle topics. I'm happy to be here today talking about my birth experience, because I share many of the same feelings as Andrea here. Thanks for reading!
The OBs said to schedule a cesarean right away. We refused.
The next day, I went into labor.By the time we made it to the hospital 12 hours later, I was hardly dilated, and they confirmed that she was indeed still in the same position. Six hours after that, at 1:05am, she was born via cesarean. A healthy, beautiful baby girl.
I don't remember much of her birth, and that kills me. I remember being led to the room by a nurse, and other nurses telling me congrats as I went, even though I didn't feel so excited about it. I remember walking into the surgery room by myself and it was so cold, so sterile, so bright. I remember not feeling nervous until the anesthesiologist was about to do the spinal, and then I asked for some anti-anxiety medication. I don't remember my husband coming in, but I can see him beside my head. I remember feeling like I was on a boat as they rocked her out. I don't remember them showing her to me for the first time. I remember chatting with the anesthesiologist for 45 minutes, though it didn't feel so long, as they stitched me up. I do remember the first time I actually got to hold her and breastfeed her. Recovery was difficult. I suppose it was probably standard for a cesarean, but what did I know? For a week, whenever I stood up or walked, I was out of breath because of the pain. I had to lie down a certain way to even be comfortable. I was popping major pain meds to get by. I could hardly take care of my daughter, and I hated that.