Now you know the whole dramatic labor story. Nathaniel was an easy pregnancy and a terrible birth and he’s an amazing little boy and was a great baby.
The first few days after I had him and was going through the recovery and visitors I wasn’t really thinking about anything. The birth had left me feeling scared but everyone kept saying ‘You got a beautiful baby so you just forget about it’ or, they didn’t want to hear about it. I realize now it was because they didn’t understand or didn’t want to hear the long story. A few days after we got home is when it really started to hit me. I started having nightmares about my labor and feeling panicky for no reason. I would start to feel like I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t think because I was having flashback to the worst parts of the labor. I never felt like I was going to hurt me or the baby, it wasn’t him that was the problem for me. It was this horrible birth experience. He was an amazing baby, slept and ate and pooped and repeat. He rarely ever gave me a problem and continues to be a very sweet boy (with occasional bought of lunacy…you know like a regular almost three year old).
It was the hospital experience and how I was treated that I kept flashing back on. And the pain and the length of labor and the whole thing. You can’t really explain these things in words and those of you that have been through these things understand. I had a nurse tell another nurse that I was too large for her to ‘handle’. When they turned Nathaniel they were very rough, both times, and I almost felt like I was in a torture chamber. Hands were shoved roughly into me to feel around and check my cervix and make sure I was progressing according to plan. I was pumped full of too many of some drugs and not enough of others. I had a nurse during my recovery refuse to help me and refuse to give me my medicine. They would take Nathaniel away from me and at times not respond to the things I needed. All of this combined into what I later grew to know was mild post traumatic stress disorder after pregnancy and labor and, nobody would listen to me.

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