The Heartbreak After The C-Section

The Heartbreak After The C-Section



 

My son wailed in the heated bassinet a few steps away, and the nurses were running around trying to find a heated blanket so they could lay him on my chest, but they were not fast enough. I felt like an incubator that was no longer useful, so was cast aside. I did not feel like a mother. This is not how motherhood was supposed to begin. The exhaustion of pushing was supposed to be replaced with a rush of endorphins and other “feel-good” hormones to made me forget the pain as I caught my newly birthed child and brought him up to my chest to immediately begin the magical experience of breastfeeding. It was supposed to be filled with indescribable joy as I met eyes with my husband, in exhausted triumph that I had performed my part in the circle of life and single-handedly brought my baby into the world.

But there I lay. Crushed.

I tried to muster some happiness while I finally held my son and tried to go on with being a mother, but I was drained. I was terrified of going home, where I would have to be the one to take care of an infant while simultaneously recovering from a massive surgery. I felt like I was in a fog. How would I survive without the hospital bed that sat me up? Who would wake me up in the middle of the night to give me my medication? I had doubted the effectiveness of pain meds until a nurse forgot to give me a dose, and I became incapable of getting out of bed. Home had no nursery I could send my baby to while my husband helped me shower. Simple things like bending and washing my knees were not tasks I had the privilege of performing. Did I even want to get out of bed? I would only be a stooped over, shuffling, pain filled mess.

After my first was born, months passed before I made it a week without crying into my husband’s shoulder. I analyzed every single thing that happened and contemplated every little thing I could have done differently. (I should not have done yoga, but should have let my body rest, I should have tried different yoga flows, I should have gotten an epidural, maybe more analgesics would have helped, maybe if that triage nurse hadn’t been so absolutely rude I would have been in a better mindset, maybe I should have drunken castor oil at 40 weeks so he would not have grown so big, … the list went on and on.)

Recovering from an unplanned C-Section takes a lot of time. Crunchy mamas sometimes have blinders that make them ignore the possibility of complications during birth, and they only allow themselves to see the beautiful, perfect end-goal of an orgasmic vaginal delivery before holding Baby to the breast with the umbilical cord still attached. I know I did, and the feeling of failure that comes afterwards is a big reason why I started my blog. I want crunchy mothers who had similar birth experiences to know they are not alone, and that they are absolutely not failures.

While preparing for my second, I realized that I did not want to feel sadness surrounding the birth of my children. I realized that I did not need to have the comparably blissful vaginal birth everyone else was seemingly having. I could have a perfect birth, even if it was a surgical one. I could  look back on my son’s birth without sadness. It took a lot of work, healing, and time, but it is very possible to have a positive view of what was once a dark day.

That’s all for now. I will post all about my journey finding joy beyond the pain during my c section recovery, next week. It had a lot to do with this breathtaking photo taken by the talented Belle Verdiglione from Western Australia: (Yes, I have emailed her, and received permission to use her image! *joyful squeal*)

 

 

See, Cesareans CAN be beautiful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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