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My C-section-Five Years Later

Ryan, my oldest son, turned five in January.  It also marked the fifth anniversary of my only major surgery- a Cesarean or C-section.

I have written and shared my experience with my C-section in a few posts.  The post, The Reality of C-Sections, is by far, the most read post on my blog.  It averages 700 page views a month.  Its follow up post, Recovering After a C-Section, is the third highest read post on A Mama’s Blog. 

In the fifteen months since I wrote The Realty of C-Sections, the comments have varied a lot- from readers supporting my views, and expressing similar experiences, to readers who have nothing but the most positive and wonderful C-section experiences.  There were many readers who felt I was portraying all C-sections in a negative light, and I was scaring women.  I added a prelude to the post in September, to address this issue. 

The comments have shown me that no two women’s birth experiences are the same.  It has also taught me that no matter what side of this issue you fall on, the feelings involved are real, and authentic.  Finally, by the amount of page views these posts receive, there is a lot of interest in the subject.    

Five years later, I still feel that my C-section should not have happened.  Ryan was breech, and that was the only reason for my C-section.  Years ago, breech babies were delivered vaginally.   Breech deliveries were no big deal, and doctors performed breech deliveries all the time.  It seems unconscionable in the 2000’s, doctors are no longer being taught breech deliveries in medical school, and the only option offered when a baby is breech, is major abdominal surgery.  I feel like the medical community failed me in this regard.  An OB/GYN ought to be able to perform a vaginal breech baby delivery, if there are no other reasons warranting a C-section, besides the baby being in a breech position.  

I am still resentful that the medical community approaches breech baby births as a “problem” which the only solution for is major surgery.  This is a huge psychological aspect that has taken me a long time to resolve.  No one has major surgery unless there is a major problem.  Having a baby in a breech position, usually does not present a major medical issue in itself.   Having been there, I heard a C-section is the only safe way to deliver my breech baby, and it subconsciously affected me. It frightened me.  I thought if my baby was born breech, it was not safe.  It also made me feel like there was something wrong with me and my body because my baby would not turn. The only way to “fix” this was to have major surgery. 

My doctor told me after Ryan was born that his umbilical cord was short, and it was wrapped around his wrist several times, more than likely preventing him to turn.  She told me there was a reason he didn’t turn.  That amazed me.  Thinking about that over the months, I came to realize that my body and Ryan’s body were working exactly as they should be.  There was no “problem.”  His cord was too short and if he had kept trying to turn, he could have gotten the cord even more twisted around him.  I can’t be sure, but I believe there is something in a baby that if it can’t make that turn it knows it is not safe to do so.  By Ryan not turning and remaining in a breech position, it probably prevented more complex problems.  I don’t understand why doctors can say something like this after a birth, but before the birth it is presented as a problem and a high risk delivery.

I am mad at myself that I accepted a C-section was the solution to this “problem.”  I wish I would have done more research and had more confidence in my body.  But in the state I live in, Colorado, even midwives cannot attend a birth that they know is breech- it is against the law.  It still makes me sad that we have come to this point, where more or less, a woman’s only choice for delivering a known breech baby is a C-section. I am still upset for the time I lost to the recovery.  I felt so bad for so long, and had so much pain.  Even five years later, if I move in a different way, I feel pain in my abdomen. 

However, I don’t think about the C-section as much as I used to.   All numbness in the scar area has faded.  I was really worried I was going to be numb at the incision point forever.  All the redness at the incision site is gone too.  Today, it is a very small, thin, white line. I barely notice it anymore. 

But the biggest affect on me from my C-section, to be perfectly honest, was I felt cheated out of the birth experience. I know not every woman feels this, but I did.  I wanted to experience childbirth by being in labor, and I feel it was taken away from me.  The experience of childbirth- with my first baby- I will never get that again.  I lost that, not because of a true medical emergency, but because of the way the birthing business is run today.  I was left to process it, and to make peace with the experience I did have. 

One of the biggest events that helped me in this regard was attempting a VBAC (vaginal birth after Cesarean) with my second son, Cole, in 2006.  I was in labor for over 40 hours. I hadn’t slept during this time.  I had a few complications arise.  I was “stuck” at 4 cm. for several hours, and Cole was faced the wrong way for birth.  I was told if I wasn’t dilated to 10 cm. in the next hour, and if Cole hadn’t flipped back around.  I would be facing a C-section.  When I heard that, something that was more powerful than a surgeon’s knife kicked in, and I told myself I could do it.  My husband and doula encouraged me too.  I knew at this point I had to be strong and confident, and this time it was up to me how my baby was going to be born.     

After the hour was up- I knew.  I knew before the nurse checked me that I would be at 10 cm. and Cole’s head would be in the right position for birth, and it was.  They told me it was remarkable after being “stuck” for so long, that I was now fully dilated. 

I pushed with Cole for two hours. It was the hardest thing, physically, I have ever done.  My contractions lasted two to three minutes, and they told me they normally last about 30 seconds.  When I thought I couldn’t push anymore, I would feel another contraction, and I had to find it in me to push again.  Even though I was beyond exhausted, I knew my body was made for this, and I could do it.  I never knew I had that kind of physical endurance.  But that endurance that was in me all along.  It gave me the strength to keep going- to keep pushing- because I had to.  That endurance and strength brought me to the end, when the doctor told me to give one more push, and Cole was born.

I have never felt more proud of myself, and my body.  I was able to hold Cole right away and look over all his miraculous details.  I wasn’t tired anymore. I was euphoric. These feelings felt normal, natural, and the way it should be.  Not lying in a recovery room by myself without my baby, groggy, and barely able to move.   

I called my mom, who has four of her own children- all delivered naturally.  I cried on the phone with her as I told her I had done it- no C-section this time.  I will never forget what she said to me: “Isn’t it gratifying?  To be able to give birth to your baby- there is nothing that made me feel more powerful as a woman.”  That was exactly how I felt. Not every woman needs to feel this way, but I did.  A C-section did not allow me to experience this natural process. 

When C-sections are performed as routine, and not reserved for true medical emergencies, I feel it takes a piece of something away from women that is sacred.  The right to experience what our bodies were made to do.  The experience of childbirth can build enormous confidence in yourself, and in your body.  For some women (like myself and my mom), it goes deeper- to very essence of our power as women.  This should not be taken lightly, and I feel as the C-section rates continue to increase in this country, women are losing this right and experience. 

Having had both a C-section and a vaginal birth, I would compare my experience, to hiking up a difficult mountain you have never hiked before.  You want to climb this mountain, but it seems impossible.  It is intimidating and you aren’t sure how you are going to do it.  Many “experts”  in mountain climbing tell you it is very hard, and there could be many complications and problems.   However, many people have climbed this mountain before you, and will climb it after you.  You start to think that maybe you can do it too.  You prepare, you read up on the mountain, you buy the appropriate gear, and you take classes to help you prepare.  You have confidence that you will be able to make it to the top.  You know it won’t be easy, but you are ready to try.

Then a climbing “expert” stops you, before you even begin.  He or she tells you that you are endangering your life, because you don’t have the proper hiking boots.  They tell you this is a serious problem. You become scared.  You believe them- after all, they are the expert.  The climbing expert never offers you the proper pair of hiking boots,  but they make it very clear, the only safe way to summit the mountain is if they get a helicopter and fly you to the top.  Somehow this seems like overkill, and doesn’t really make sense, but after all- they are the expert, so you believe them, and do what they suggest.

The flight up the mountain goes fine and you are safe.  You are finally at the summit, and yet the experience doesn’t feel whole.  As you see others climbing up the mountain,  and reaching the summit, you wonder if you really could have made it, by hiking.  Even though you are happy you made it to the summit, you wonder what the experience would have been like, if you had been “allowed” to try- if you had the proper pair of hiking boots.  

I am so grateful that my VBAC was successful with Cole. It gave me back the experience of hiking to the summit of the mountain myself- which I had not been allowed to do with Ryan’s birth.  I know I can do it, and that knowledge gave me power within, that will always be with me.     

I realize I am only one person-one mother- and these are my feelings five years after my C-section.  I have interviewed several women, who have also had C-sections five years or more ago, and I will share with you their thoughts, experiences, and feelings. They are fascinating, and I plan on having the post up next Thursday.

As always, please feel free to share your own experiences, and thoughts.  Birth is different for everyone, and I think there is a great benefit in being able to share our different experiences in a respectful manner.

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Wordless Wednesday- Brothers Before Bed

Happy April’s Fool’s Day!   This picture isn’t a joke though- Ryan and Cole goofing around after their bath and before bed:

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“The Drug Book”

Three weeks ago, Ryan had a cold. Just a runny nose and a cough.  A few days later, he was complaining of ear pain.  After his awful experiences with ear infections and a ruptured ear drum last year, the morning he said he had ear pain I called our doctor.  We haven’t been to the doctor at all this year, and were told he was out for the day.  It was a Friday, and  I did not want Ryan to be suffering from an ear infection over the weekend without being on antibiotics. 

With our regular doctor out, we had the privilege of our first urgent care visit for the year.  The doctor looked in Ryan’s ears and said he had raging infection in one of them.  I had to tell her that he is allergic to almost all antibiotics and told her the name of the drug that he can take.  I had called my pharmacy that morning to get the name and the spelling of the drug.  The doctor told me she had never heard of that drug.  She said she would have to go look it up in “The Drug Book.” (this really isn’t the name of the book, but evidently it is that book that tells the medical community everything about drugs.)

So Ryan, Cole and I waited.  I tried to keep Cole from climbing up on the sink, to turn on the water.  (He is obsessed with sinks and water lately). The doctor finally came back and asked me for the spelling of the drug again.  She had “The Drug Book” with her, and showed me there was no drug listed in it by the name I gave her.  I asked her if she could call the pharmacy and ask them.  She said she would, and we were once again waiting.

This time Cole declared he was hungry and just wanted to go eat.  It was lunchtime, and there is nothing worse than waiting at the doctor with sick and hungry kids.  About half an hour later, the doctor came back and told me she had called the prescription in- the drug was spelled with a ‘C’ not an ‘S’ as I had told her.  I had read the spelling back to the pharmacy, but obviously something got lost in translation.  After paying  the urgent care center double what we usually pay our doctor, we were off to the pharmacy to get Ryan his medicine.

The pharmacy has a drive-through and I was telling Cole we would get Ryan’s medicine and be home in fifteen minutes.  It took ten minutes for the pharmacist to even come to the window, and another fifteen minutes for her to check and then finally tell me they didn’t have enough of this medicine to fulfill the prescription. She also informed me that the strength the doctor had written the prescription for didn’t come in generic- it only came in the name brand-expensive form.  She asked me what I wanted to do.

I wanted to ask her why she was asking me- isn’t she the pharmacist that paid a ton of money to go to pharmacy school to learn about drugs? I wanted to ask her if she would let me rewrite the doctor’s prescription for the generic dose?  I wanted to ask her doesn’t she get paid to make these types of decisions?  Instead I told her, I didn’t know- I just wanted the medicine for my son- what did she recommend?  She told me she had enough to get us through the weekend, but then I’d have to come back on Monday to get more.  Brilliant!  I am so glad we spent time having the conversation that she didn’t have the drug in the first place. 

Most people would rip the dang bottle of medicine from the pharmacist’s hands, and peel out of there as fast as she could.  But my son hates the way this medicine tastes.  I tasted it last year and it was a little better tasting than glue and chalk powder mixed together.  So I threw the pharmacy into a frenzy- I asked if they could add flavoring to the medicine.  The pharmacist looked liked I asked her to walk to Denver to get the medicine.

She asked me what flavor.  Ryan yelled from the back, “Grape.”  The pharmacist told me to hold on- she had to go consult “The Drug Book.”  I wondered if the people who make “The Drug Book” are laughing their a**es off somewhere.  Seriously- doctors and pharmacists spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to go to school to learn all this, and at the end of the day their answers are in a $29.99 book.  It has to be the greatest scam of all time.

Fifteen minutes later, which must be the mandated time to look up a drug in “The Drug Book,” the pharmacist told me she could add cherry flavoring no problem, but not grape.  She would have to get an approval for the grape flavoring.  I told her to just add the cherry.  Then she told me it would be at least five hours before they could do it, but since I had to wait that long, they could go ahead and get the approval from the drug manufacturer and add the grape flavoring after all. 

At this point I was exhausted and needed a nap as badly as Cole, who had now fallen asleep in his car seat.  While I was trying to wake him up (so he’d take his real nap) the pharmacist told me that I could come back after five, get the one bottle of medicine, but they would have to mix the flavoring in it, after I got here.  Then I would come back on Monday, and get the rest. 

Thirty-five minutes later,  two very hungry and half-asleep boys (not to mention their mother), drove away with NO medicine.  But Ryan was going to have grape flavor in the medicine after all of that- you had better believe it!

A few hours later, I packed all of us back in the car to go get this Holy Grail of grape medicine.  I pulled up and this time it was a pharmacy tech.  She spent ten minutes looking for the prescription and then told me grape flavoring was not allowed.  I asked her if I could speak to the pharmacist.  A few minutes later a new pharmacist, who was way to young to have any of his own children, came to the window and I started in with our case.  I shouldn’t have been surprised when he said, “Well, let me go look this up in The Drug Book,” but I was. And they wonder why we have “mommy brain?”

Twenty minutes later, I had Ryan’s GRAPE flavored medicine but a headache thinking I was going to have to go through this all over again on Monday.  The pharmacy tech asked me if there was anything else they could do for me and I asked them to order me “The Drug Book.”  She looked at me like I had truly gone off the deep end- and I can’t blame her.  I can’t believe getting one prescription in 2009 for an ear infection involves consulting “The Drug Book” four times.  I should be glad everyone is so careful and conscientious- and I am- but really, it is a bit much.

I wish I could say that was it-end of story, but tonight Ryan said his ear was hurting again, “just like last time.”  Our doctor is out this week on vacation, and I know tomorrow, I will spend at least two hours waiting while “The Drug Book” is consulted once again.  Yes, somewhere in the book publishing business, the publishers of “The Drug Book” are laughing their a**es off.

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Where Has the Time Gone?

Last week, I dropped off Ryan’s kindergarten registration packet at the school he will be attending.  It seemed surreal that in five months, my baby boy will be in kindergarten.  When did he get that big?  Where has the time gone? 

I was talking to one of my friends, Melissa, whose son will also be starting kindergarten in August, and we were discussing how fast the time is going- much more so now, than even when they were babies.  We were kidding that pretty soon our sons will be graduating from high school.  I said then we will be look back and asking, didn’t it just seem like they were starting kindergarten?

Thinking about Ryan growing older, used to make me very sad.  I wanted to keep him little forever.  Sometimes I still do.  There is nothing in the world that compares to cuddling your sweet, innocent, baby, and holding that life in your arms close to you- knowing that your baby is completely, and purely yours.  I had so many moments like that with both Ryan and Cole, that I never wanted to end.  I would still be holding them close to me if I could.  Those baby days seem so long ago, and yet the memories of them are never distant in my mind.  There is a saying regarding children, ‘the days are long, but the years are short,’  which I find very accurate. 

I can’t keep my children babies forever, and they will start kindergarten, middle school, high school, college- and life, despite my wanting to still be sitting with them in a glider, holding them close, and rocking them to sleep.  But as I see the little boy that Ryan has grown into, I can’t help but be happy he isn’t a baby anymore.  Both boys are full of life, laughter, and energy- so much energy.  They are growing into the people they are to become. 

At night, Ryan hugs me goodnight, and doesn’t let go, even when I start to pull away, and  Cole asks me to hold his hand, as he falls asleep.   Despite the oldest boy starting kindergarten in a few short months, my heart fills with so much love for them, and I know that I still have my babies- the only thing that has changed is their size, and that is just as it should be.

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Wordless Wednesday- Swimming Goggles

Cole put these swimming goggles on one morning before breakfast- I love the stance, and the goggles with his PJ’s.  But he picked out the green goggles, at least they match his pajamas.  🙂

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