tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887623338018502207.post4476084163696496291..comments2023-09-30T08:55:21.770-07:00Comments on Labor of Love Doula Services and Childbirth Education: The SeamstressJennifer Stover Doulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11501613611944281236noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887623338018502207.post-85580401532904539222011-12-07T22:27:05.718-08:002011-12-07T22:27:05.718-08:00Sorry this is a long post, but this is the first t...Sorry this is a long post, but this is the first time I've ever admitted these feelings really. I had to have a c-section back in March when our daughter was born. It really was a medical necessity because I had gestational diabetes and my blood pressure was very high. I didn't (and still don't) have a problem with having the c-section, I would do anything to make sure she is safe and if my body was potentially hazardous to her, I wanted her safe. <br /><br />But, on the other hand, the thing that still makes my heart ache and leaves a big emptiness is the fact that since her blood sugar was extremely low, I saw her for a few seconds, got a couple pics with her and my husband and then she was taken to the special care nursery for the next 2 days. I never got the chance to have that quiet post partum bonding time I had been so hoping for. She was born in the evening so after my surgery and recovery they put me in the room for the night with a blood pressure monitor and inflatable "boots" to help the swelling in my feet. A nurse checked me frequently and I got no sleep. I was all alone in that dark room (hubby had to work that night) and all I could think about was whether my baby was ok. <br /><br />No one told me that I was allowed (and encouraged) to go to the nursery, so I never asked about it and missed yet more time as the next day went on. After I learned that I could go to see her, I had my husband bundle me up in the wheelchair and we wheeled all through the hospital to that nursery so I could finally hold my baby almost 24 hours after she had been born. After that we went up as often as we could. It took her a couple of tries, but once she got the hang of breastfeeding and her blood sugar was stable, she was finally allowed into our room. <br /><br />That first night I was finally able to sleep with her in my arms was the most amazing feeling. It seemed that she was ok in the "little plastic baby box" until she came to our room and I started holding her. Since then she has not wanted me very far away and sleeps most soundly when I am holding her.<br /><br />Thank you for sharing your poem :-)BlackWolfnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887623338018502207.post-34520968006180179902010-10-19T08:42:17.430-07:002010-10-19T08:42:17.430-07:00Birth Story Wrkshop via facebook:
Your poem is bea...Birth Story Wrkshop via facebook:<br />Your poem is beautiful. How lucky that mom was to have you to listen and help her process her birth story. I believe every mother, especially those subjected to c-section assault, should have the opportunity to tell their story. Thanks for passing this on.Jennifer Stover Doulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11501613611944281236noreply@blogger.com