So conflicted... G. thinks I'm crazy for this
I feel so guilty about being more informed for this birth. I had trouble bonding with N. right away because of all the things that happened (unwanted induction, nicu stay, third degree tear), so I’m determined to have a better birth experience this time. But I’d that really fair to N.? What if I bond faster with this baby? What if I let slip down the line that baby number two stayed on my chest for two hours after birth (as is the plan) but N. only got twenty minutes? Is this favoritism? I really want to talk to VBAC moms. I want to know if they have any of the same feelings I do. Because I can’t help but feel guilty for wanting better this time around. But I do want better. Birth is beautiful and wonderful but I really struggled with accepting what happened last time. I’m so terrified to have another nicu baby it’s unreal. I love N. more than I even imagined when I was pregnant, and definitely more than I thought I could those first few weeks and months. I put on a good face and did my mommy tasks but I didn’t feel anything like the head over heels in love feeling I’d expected. I was wary that she’d get sick again (I’d been warned that the early introduction of antibiotics could leave her more susceptible to illness) and they’d take her away from me. But half of me yearned for a break. I’ll probably never forgive myself for those first months. Not gonna lie, part of my early “blue” period after birth probably had to do with sex. Have you ever heard exactly what a third degree tear is? ” About 4 percent of women who deliver vaginally end up with a more serious tear in their perineum that extends to or through the rectum. This kind of tear can cause considerable pain for many months and increases your risk of anal incontinence… A third-degree laceration is a tear in the vaginal tissue, perineal skin, and perineal muscles that extends into the anal sphincter (the muscle that surrounds your anus)” (quoted from babycenter.com) And here’s the kicker: on average it takes up to four months to be completely healed and up to a year to feel normal again. No wonder my sex life suffered! But I pressured myself (I’d taught myself in high school/been taught by guys that I was only worth what I could offer. Breasts were out, what with nursing, so sex it was. G. never likes me to talk that way, because amazingly he loves me for me.)
I don’t want that to happen this time. While I’m no longer afraid of tearing, I’d much rather keep my perinium intact thanks. And I will not settle for seperation this time unless it’s an absolute emergency. But part of me feels that is unfair to N. Maybe I should have pushed to stay with her. Maybe she’ll resent me for it down the line. Or maybe, like G. says, I’m just being extra hormonal.








