TheUnnecesarean.com Turns Two
This month is the second anniversary of the blog. As many of you remember, it started as a collection of big baby vaginal birth stories, which changed over the years into a collection of whatever women feel like talking about regarding their births. This focus was chosen in response to the growing trend of telling women that their baby is too big to be born vaginally and that they need to schedule a cesarean to prevent shoulder dystocia.
This summer has been about cleaning house, both literally and figuratively. I cleared off my hard drive and subjected you to viewing some of the finer visual items I purged.
I also came across a journal that I had forgotten about from the first few months of my almost five-year-old’s life. Entries are sporadic and document some of the quotidian events in her development and what we did together which were so interesting at the time.
Your c-section was scheduled for today. We decided that if we went into labor spontaneously the week before (your timing was great), we wouldn’t have a c-section. 22%* of all births are c-sections. There are lots of reasons for that, but we knew you would be OK.
Our daughter was born six days prior to this entry.
It was a midwife (from the U.K.) at the hospital that told me over the phone that usually when labor begins spontaneously, things go better. She also played Captain Obvious in pointing out the 5’11” gorilla in the room, noting that I am not exactly petite and that it might not be terribly strange that I could have a larger-than-average baby on deck.
We were first time parents. Neither one of us knew we would be okay (and, really, do any of us ever know that everything will be okay?) as I wrote in the journal entry. I thank my lucky stars that the other CNM and doctor were so over-the-top and so statistically vague in their descriptions of how dangerous vaginal birth would be because it sparked enough doubt for me to think, “Say, maybe I should research this.”
And research it I did.
I’m not done cleaning house. There is one bloated draft sitting here that I had originally intended to submit to Science and Sensibility’s carnival on keeping mothers and babies together, but got sidetracked enough that I decided to keep it tucked away on my hard drive rather than put Amy in the position of thinking what the heck is this hot mess?
So here’s where I drop some saccharine, schmaltzy appreciation for you all. First of all, I want to be my co-bloggers when I grow up. Thank you for everything. Secondly, to all of you who read and participate here or on the Facebook page and to those of you who read quietly and lurk, thanks for coming around. If you want your voice heard, please speak up in comments or with a guest post. We all appreciate you.
*The national rate was 30.3% in 2005. I have no idea where the 22% number came from (primary rate, perhaps?), nor do I know what I was referring to when I said there were “lots of reasons for that.”