The Birth That Shattered My Plans
I had it all mapped out. Natural birth at the birthing centre. The tub. The ambiance. Everything I'd dreamed of for bringing my son into the world.
Reality? 30 hours of back labour that felt like it would never end.
I remember thinking at one point, 'Am I actually going to die?' When they checked me, I was still only 3 centimeters dilated. Can you imagine? All those hours of agony, and I'd barely progressed.
But here's where it got actually hard. My baby Kaizen's heart rate started declining with the contractions and I had to make a choice… Do I keep pushing through or do I let go of everything I'd planned?
I signed the papers for the C-section, that was also my first major surgery, and the outcome I feared most.
I won't sugarcoat it, it felt like trauma. And for months afterward, I carried this guilt... Was it my fault? Should I have done something differently? Could I have tried harder?
But here's what I didn't know then. That birth story was only the beginning of my real struggle.