Recently actress Emma Thompson caused a bit of a furore when she said that she couldn't understand women who don't have a natural birth. I think - I hope - she meant women who choose a C-section so they can have a tummy tuck at the same time.
But in any event, personally I would never judge anyone for how they gave birth. I can always remember one of my friends told me she was going to have a completely natural birth. 'I'm not having any drugs,' she told me piously. 'It's so bad for the baby. I'm going to give birth in a pool with music playing. As long as you've done your exercises, it doesn't hurt.' I bit my tongue. Six weeks later she had to have an emergency C-section, with every drug known to man.
I've never understood why some women feel the need to wear their labour like a badge of honour. The way you give birth doesn't make your baby any less precious and personally I don't get the whole suffering in silence thing.
Sometimes, things don't go according to plan. Like when you're trying to deliver a 10lb 13-and-a-half oz baby and he's two weeks overdue. (If you're pregnant with your first baby look away now). Agony doesn't even come close. My waters broke three days before, so I was bed bound and not happy. My contractions had started, and then they'd stopped. In the end I was induced because it was getting dangerous for me and for baby. 'I NEED DRUGS,' I yelled. 'GET ME DRUGS.' We skipped the gas and air and went straight on to pethedine, closely followed by an epidural. The doctor shook her head and said 'has anyone said anything about the size of this baby?' Alarmed doesn't even come close. In any event, it was too bloody late for a C-section.
He was finally born at 4.45pm on a Wednesday, three days after my contractions had first started, and as he was given to me to hold for a few seconds he bawled his eyes out and both his father and I cried with relief. Instant, total love. While I was stitched up (this took some time, it was like a battlefield down there) his dad took him to the Special Care Baby Unit. Fortunately everything was OK and two days later we were allowed home to start our new life as a family.
Happy Easter! xxx