08/14/2026
A few weeks ago, I shared the things I wish I could have done differently in my birth plan seventeen years ago.
Today, I'll share parts of the birth story that I typed up soon after my daughter was born. It hurts to read it.
In preparation for our first time giving birth, my husband and I took the Bradley Method. We met with four other couples weekly and were encouraged to share our birth story with each other once our babies were born.
For the longest time, I thought the birth had gone well, even though I pretty much got nothing on my birth plan. After taking my doula course, I realized I had been lying to myself to protect myself from the truth: I had been robbed, deserved better, and should have done better.
πΈ"It was time to go, but my emotional signposts were confusing; I felt fine in between contractions."
THIS is what set us up for a terrible experience. I relied on the numbers and not the feelings.
πΈ"We were shocked to discover I was only 1 cm dilated. So, I continued to labor in the hospital."
I don't know why I didn't go home. I knew early labor was best at home, but I guess I got caught up in the excitement of being in labor that I mistakenly thought I'd be safe at the hospital.
πΈ"James helped keep me calm, and gave me water."
I should have been a defiant patient and eaten real food.
πΈ"When I was 5 cm, I had the urge to push (very bad idea). I couldn't control it. The pressure on my re**um was unbearable."
This is a clear sign of back labor. I had no real understanding of physiology. No one helped me move to fix the issue.
πΈ"I got 'stuck' at 5 cm for a while and could not continue to put myself and the baby in danger since my water had broken very early."
There was never any danger. I was never stuck. We were all just impatient. I lied.
πΈ"After much thought, I got an epidural to stop myself from pushing, but I stopped progressing."
Again, there was nothing wrong with my body. We had time, but I felt such a sense of urgency. At this point, I had been convinced to get an epidural.
πΈ"Time was of the essence since my water broke. The risk of infection was high."
No, it wasn't. I was lied to.
πΈ"The doctor, James, and I decided we needed Pitocin."
Honestly, I don't recall being given the risks, benefits, or alternatives. I'm sure we just nodded along to whatever my Dr. had said.
πΈ"Marissa was born with her cord around her neck. She was alert and pink, but not crying. The nurses tried to make her cry for 30 min, but failed. She had swallowed some meconium. They decided to take her to the nursery and monitor her."
There really wasn't an issue. A nuchal cord is common and rarely dangerous. She had cleared the meconium. She never had to leave. This is the part that hurts me the most.
πΈ"I didn't get to feed her. But she was brought to me early in the morning, and I immediately breastfed. She took to it very well and continues to do so."
I was lying right through my teeth. Nursing was horrible and I had lost the first five hours with her.
πΈ"Although nothing went according to plan, and I got drugs, I felt we made the right decisions."
Lies, lies, lies, because saying I was scared, coerced, and didn't know what to do was to hard to admit.
πΈ"Unfortunately, due to complications, we needed meds. I don't feel like a failure at all."
Need? No, I didn't. I pinned my desire for meds to complications that didn't exist. Yes, I felt like a failure.
πΈ"In the end, our goal was reached: Healthy baby, healthy mother."
I wish someone had taught me that my experience mattered too. Where was the concern for my emotional state?