From the day I found out I was expecting, I just assumed I would have a natural birth. My mother had three natural births, the last two weighing in at almost ten pounds each. I am a lot like my mother. I knew I had it in me, I wanted it. I didn't even consider the alternatives, even though I knew no one else who had a natural birth out in bfe where I lived at the time.
But, of course, complications arose. It was discovered that I had a low white blood cell count. For months, I dealt with being poked weekly to check it. I went through an unmediated bone marrow biopsy - ouch! - as well as tests for everything else that might be wrong - lupus, cancer, arthritis. Everything test can bak negative so my blood doctor decided it was my baby - whom I call Nibbler, or Nibs - was the problem. At 24 weeks, he told me I should have a csection, right then, to try and fix my issue. I said no.
He informed me at thirty weeks that he felt a csection was the most sterile was to have Nibs and that I should schedule it. I declined, and upon talking to my OB, was told that she felt the same way. Was having an uncomplicated pregnancy and there was no reason to think that I would not be ble to labor and deliver. I only got sick once the whole time despite having a compromised immune system and working in a large retail establishment.
Around this same time, I began seeing a chiropractor for some pain in my hips. As it turns out, one of my hips had been slipping in its socket, but the adjustments made it feel much better. I carried on working 40+ hours a week. My job required me to be on my feet constantly, walking on concrete, but I felt great!
My due date, May 4th, came and went with no change. At my non stress test that week, the nurse told me I was having 'nice' contractions, but I never felt a thing. On May 10th, I went in for an OB appointment. My drs office is split - a front building houses the GYN practice and a back building houses the OB practice. There are five or so OB's, but I had been seeing the same dr since the beginning, due to my 'high risk' pregnancy. (I was also told pre-pregnancy that I was borderline diabetic and was taking metformin - which I relieve allowed me to conceive.)
That day, my dr was scheduled in the front building. It felt so strange to be in the 'regular' office. The rooms were much smaller, hard to fit my belly into! The dr came in and examined me, then told me to get dressed and she'd come back to talk to me. She was very cold, not at all like she'd been before. As I struggled to put my jeans back on, I felt awful. I just knew.
When she returned, she informed me that I needed a csection. That baby had not dropped, I wasn't dilated, blah blah blah... I cried. Hard. I had NO idea that I could tell her no. I knew that I could go to 42 weeks, but I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. I was terrified. And then she told me that she feared that my baby would die. My perfect, wonderful baby who I'd wanted for so long. I was overwhelmed. Alone. I let them register me for the next morning.
The entire time the woman was registering me, I was sobbing. Hysterical, almost panic attack sobbing. She made a face the entire time, obviously bothered by having to deal with me. I went home and straight to bed, even tough it was 2 in the afternoon.
Ill post Nibs birth story tomorrow.
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