So, when it came to planning my birth, I’m definitely not the earth mother type to want to do the whole thing without pain relief. To those people who do, I take my hat off to you. But I’d heard about child birth from a young age and if it isn’t completely necessary, I’d rather not feel my vagina tearing through to my arse. I mean, I thought the ‘ring of fire’ was bad enough at uni, let alone your lady parts turning into one. I don’t think a couple of paracetamol and some whale music would quite cut it for me and I’ve always had the belief there’s no medals handed out for doing it unassisted.
Everyone is different of course, but the main thing is no woman should feel like she’s ‘failed’ because she’s had an epidural or feel disappointed that things haven’t gone to plan. It’s hard enough planning a small gathering let alone a birth. Every woman should feel proud for getting that baby out full stop and for creating a human life in the first place. 9 months of that stuff isn’t easy.
As it turned out, Isabella was breech and because I’ve got a bicornuate uterus (heart shaped womb), there wasn’t enough space to try and turn her. This meant I had to have an elective caesarean which I was pretty pleased with in honesty. I was wheeled in at 9 o’clock and wheeled out at 10 with a baby in my arms. Apart from her not breathing at first and the initial recovery being quite tough, I can’t complain as I’m extremely lucky compared to what a lot of people go through.
That moment you see them for the first time is quite literally so perfect, I could relive it over and over again. I think they could look like dobby the elf and you’d still think they were the most gorgeous thing in the world.
Good luck to anyone about to give birth soon! You can do it!