Thoughts on C-section

It’s exactly 14 days since I’ve been taken to the operation theatre for emergency c-section with the birth of my son. I can’t believe I am sitting here right now in the comfort of my home about to write what happened two weeks ago – because honestly, something inside me felt I was never going to make it out there alive. I am a worrier – that is a given but that day, all my spirits have been drained and my bucket of hope simply dried up.

I came out of that ordeal alive and well and wanting to shout out a caesarian section should not be an option UNLESS it’s medically required (as in my case where life of the baby inside me was at risk during the last stage of labor).

To say that it was painful, tough and left me so bitter is an understatement. But more and more women chose to give birth the “easier, more convenient way”. And during labor, I have heard people shout, “Just cut me up and be done with this, doctor!”

As someone who has experienced both types of birth: normal and c-section, I highly, strongly discourage anyone of the ‘cut me up’ route. Sure it sounds the easy way but is it really? Did anyone ever talk about what happens afterwards?

Sure you get your baby out in less than 30 minutes but an hour, a day, a week or even 30 years after that, your life is never the same. No one really talked about:

  • The spinal block anesthesia that could go wrong and might make you disabled forever
  • The pain of that spinal block anesthesia needle that’s so huge
  • The fact that you are bedridden for a few days because of the pain when anesthesia goes off (sure there are pain killers but there’s a limit to how much you can take)
  • The muscle pain from the ‘maneuver’ the surgeons did to take out all those needed to be taken out (baby, placenta, amniotic sac and all those bloody things)
  • That you are attached to a catheter and urine bag for more than 24 hours – they know you are incapacitated enough to go to the bathroom yourself
  • It’s such a pain to even find a position to sleep that you spend more time arriving to that position than sleeping itself
  • You CANNOT turn to your side for at least a week
  • You cannot get up, sit down in bed without crying in pain
  • You will feel golf balls rolling in your tummy whenever you move
  • You would need that daily injection to prevent embolism – that injection that makes you pour out all your misery out loud! The needle itself is tiny but when the medicine is injected inside you, God, IT HURTS. A lot.
  • Since women who’ve had c-section are more prone to blood clots more than women who have delivered vaginally, it is imperative that you walk 24 hours after the surgery, whether you are feeling like shit or not. (If a clot breaks off and travels to the lungs, it can cause death)

As if the physical pain wasn’t enough, the psychological, emotional roller coaster set in for me hard. I felt incapacitated – that a new mom who should be taking care of her newborn needs more taking care of herself. I could not even reach for my baby when he cried, someone has to hand him over to me, position him for breastfeeding, soothe him and take him away afterwards.

I could go on and on discouraging anyone to go through this birth route (unless again, necessary). It is a major surgery that should not be taken lightly. If you can delivery normally, by all means do. Labor pain? There options to do away with the pain. Simply put:

Natural vaginal delivery : pain first (only hours of it, none if with anesthesia), normal life almost immediately after

C-section: fast delivery, pain for days and in some cases, complications and trauma

Childbirth is always a personal choice but I am all for encouraging natural delivery because our bodies are made for that, we are made to endure that. If the phrase “recovery is ten times faster”doesn’t encourage you to go natural, I don’t know what will.

We’re home, at last

I’m back.

Back home, that is, since last Friday November 4 after ten days at the hospital. One more day there and I swear I’m going to have to be transferred to the psychiatric ward. There was nothing for me there but the cold walls I face every time I cry and having to put up with very noisy people who think that the ward curtains are concrete cement. They talk like it’s no one’s business, they go along with their big voices in the middle of the night, regardless of who is there or what time it is.

In short, I am so glad to be back in my own home. I only intended to stay in the hospital for two days for normal delivery but I ended up staying for ten, after having emergency Caesarian Section and the baby ending in NICU for six days. Nothing major – they just wanted to make sure everything is ok with him with regards to the infection (from a fever that I suddenly got while in labor). He passed all tests with flying colors. What can I say? The babe is braver than his mother!

Needless to say, those were the most trying days of my life.

I was in so much pain, spirits broken and feeling very incapable. Emotionally, I was a wreck, I cry every time I think about the whole thing and end up asking over and over again why, why, why.

I still needed to be monitored for my postpartum fever – a sign of some sort of infection going on inside me which they can’t really point out after a lot of blood, urine and ultrasound scans. They wanted to keep me there for a few days more but no, I will just deteriorate there with the lack of sleep, proper bed and food (I lost all my appetite) and while breastfeeding, that surely isn’t good.

Well, at least we are back home now and I was right fighting with the doctor to let me go: I am better now. The baby is doing fine and God gracious, he has given me an angel who lets me sleep for three hours (or more) straight. I am not sleep deprived, as of now, at least and with that little thing, I am truly, truly thankful.

Facing the unexpected


I am still in the hospital recovering from what would be the curious case of sorts. Actually, though I prefered, hoped and struggled for 45 hours of labor, I ended up having emergency c-section.

That itself was a nightmare for a scaredy cat like me but then the aftermath was much more shocking. I am still reeling from the reality of this all.

And I can’t recall everything without crying my heart out (details later)…

In a nutshell, I had sudden fever during labor, worry of infection set in, doctors induced my labor, broke my water but even after very active painful anss long labor, I was stuck at 4 cms. Baby showed signs of distress and I heard the doctor speak:

“I have to take you to the operating theatre.”

Then I broke down.