Every year my oldest daughter's birthday comes around and I am taken back to when she was born. I rework her birth story, add more understanding and less anger. Though nothing could have prepared me for how her birth would feel after having my Freebirth.
Her cesarean has always been hard for me to deal with. I'm able to talk about it most times now without stumbling and crying, I can talk to some of the people that caused the reasons for her cesarean without wanting to run away, but now knowing that my body was never broken, that it simply needed no one to mess with it? I now have an entirely different perspective.
I know that most women won't have the birth I did. Unassisted Birth, or Freebirth, isn't for everyone. It isn't meant to be. You take an even more direct approach to your own care, and you have to reach deep down to become in tune with your intuition. Some women need another person in charge to rely on. Others don't want to take completely responsibility for their birth. Even more don't care.
However, my Freebirth almost eight months ago opened my eyes.
Six years ago I was told things would end differently. A supposedly term baby, a very "unrisky" procedure, and the possibility of a cesarean if she didn't turn from breech. I didn't think much beyond that.
Every bad thing that could happen did. I had a cesarean, my "term" baby couldn't breathe, and I had PPD/PTSD for months after. I didn't bond, didn't feel much of anything for her other than responsibility.
Now having had my Freebirth, having had that instant bond, I know a few things in the shadow of six years.
The procedure before could have killed her and was completely unnecessary and even more dangerous now that I know about my bicornuate uterus, but the cesarean I despise saved her life.
That may not sound like much, but this is a huge step for me. One that I see is a step in the way of healing.
They saved her life and inadvertently created the birth of my second. I don't know if I would have found this path without the trauma caused, but I can now be a little bit grateful for it.