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manda59 -> RE: Do we need an UNNatural childbirth support and discussion thread too? (1/12/2008 5:26:55 PM)
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ORIGINAL: clag4christ When I finally got to go and see her I remember looking around to all the babies wondering which one was mine. That made me feel like a truly horrible mom because I didn't know what my own baby looked like. [:o][&o] When I came round from the general anaesthetic, it was about 6pm. Last time I'd been aware of the hour it had been around 2pm. The room was darkened, I was alone - no little cot with my baby in. I found myself wondering if I had had the baby yet and why I was here. I looked down at my stomach and it looked quite big still, but maybe not so. Then I realised I felt like I'd been run over by a bus, and guessed that I'd probably had the Caesarean. But I didn't know what had happened to my baby. After what seemed like an age (though it was probably only 2-3 minutes) a midwife came in to check on me, saw that I was awake and went out to get my dh. He came back in wheeling the little cot saying "someone would like to see you". Unfortunately, following close behind were my parents (who my dh had specifically asked, on my behalf, not to come and visit till the next day), with my mother saying loudly "we saw him first!" All before I had had a chance to hold him.[&:] Thankfully, my parents only stayed a few minutes. That just left me, my dh and this baby who looked nothing like either of us and who I felt no connection to. He was not just blue-eyed, but light blue-eyed, and was mostly bald with a very little light blond hair. I was about to ask my dh if they were sure he was ours, when he told me that he'd observed the birth from the operating theatre doorway, so he saw him come out. I felt even more detached from the whole experience. It seemed like everyone else knew more about it all than me. My Caesarean was necessary, and I don't regret it. I do however think that the nursing staff could have prepared me better, and handled the whole thing better, just by making allowances for how I might feel. And of course my parents could have handled it better, but that's another story altogether.
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