I was extremely lucky when Huck was born to have a pretty easygoing labor and delivery. I had my water broken at six, was pushing by eleven, and then there was Huck! … three hours later.
Okay, so three hours of pushing is not ideal. In fact, long after my downstairs had healed I was still feeling awful back pain from those hours of “bearing down.” Yeouch!
But even then, there was a lot that didn’t go according to “plan,” and it was all because of this one doctor that came on duty for the last half after my usual doctor went home? That dumb doctor!
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In the article, My VBAC Success Story, the author shares a similar story. She talks about how doctors tried to talk her out of having a VBAC, and the tactics they used and the frustration she felt. She finally ignored her doctors and did what she wanted, and got the results she wanted! It turns out, sometimes when we have an inkling we can do something, we can actually do it! Sometimes, do we know a bit more about our own bodies than our doctors do?
For me, I was sure I was in transition. It had only been five hours of fairly easy labor but suddenly things felt serious. And I knew from my reading that if I got to the point where I was sure I couldn’t do it any more, it meant I was in transition. I asked the doctor to check my progress to see if I was right, but he assured me there was no way I was already in transition, that I was probably still at a five, and refused to check me, and then he told me I was going to need Pitocin.
So, I went along with it — I mean, he’s a doctor! Of course I believe him! Five minutes after the first dose of Pitocin was administered, he checked me anyway. I was at a 10. That dumb doctor!
When it was time to push, I was given a myriad of instructions that, to me, made no sense. Hold your breath! Now breathe! Now push! Not that way! Yes that way! I was a horrible pusher. Pushes that felt like a waste of energy were called “good” and pushes that felt really amazing to me were pushes where I completely ignored the direction of the doctor and did what my body told me instead. In the end, after three long hours (45 minutes of which Huck spent “crowning,” but not actually coming or going), I decided to tune out that well-meaning but dumb doctor once and for all and do what felt right to me.
And then there he was! Finally! Yikes.
What I learned from my experience is similar (on a much lesser scale!) to what the author learned from her experience in preparing for a VBAC: You have to really be your own advocate. And sometimes, in some cases, we do know our bodies best. And that maybe, sometimes, under the right circumstances only, ignoring your doctor can be the only surefire way to get things done.
Did any of you have similar experiences? (I hate that I even have to say this, but please do be kind in the comments.)