They provided me with literature about the risks and I was required to sign a document stating my intentions for a VBAC. The percentage of women who experience this trauma is extremely low, and my doctors reassured me I'd be monitored closely throughout the entire labor and delivery to make sure that my baby and I were safe. When there is a healed incision on the uterus from a cesarean delivery, the contractions and pushing during a vaginal delivery can make the uterus more susceptible to rupture. For example, there is a chance, although minimal, of uterine rupture. Throughout the months of my third pregnancy, each doctor in the practice encouraged me to follow through with my intentions for a VBAC, but they also educated me about the risks. Therefore, my practitioner felt it would be safe for me to continue with my birthing plan, barring any further complications. The emergency c-section with my second son was ordered only because of his positioning. Since I'd had a successful vaginal birth with my first delivery, my body was fully capable of giving birth again, making me a perfect VBAC candidate. The third time around, at my first prenatal appointment, I told my OB I wanted a VBAC. Probably hardest of all, the emotional healing took even longer, because I had a constant reminder of my trauma each time I pulled down my pants and saw the abdominal scar. The abdominal bloating lasted for weeks, and I couldn't fit into my pre-pregnancy clothes for months. The sore incision made it tough to get in and out of bed or just to sit down comfortably in a chair. There had been nothing sexy about recovering from my emergency c-section. The near-constant abdominal pain inhibited exercise and made it difficult to return to my previous active lifestyle. I even felt sexy: Not only could I fit into my clothes, but my newly swelling breasts filled out my shirts better than ever before. Despite some bruising of my lady parts, I regained strength and felt like my former self within a few short weeks. After my natural birth, I was back to my pre-pregnancy weight quickly. I really wanted to avoid surgery, but I also wanted to avoid what felt to me like an extended postpartum recovery period. While it would have been an easy choice to schedule the c-section and pick my baby’s birth date, I was reluctant to have another operation. Two years later I was pregnant again and, unlike my mom, I had options. Thankfully my son emerged safely, but the whole experience was overwhelming and scary as I was forced to give doctors total control of my body in order to deliver my baby. Just as I began pushing, the doctors became concerned about my baby’s positioning, and abruptly wheeled me into the operating room for an emergency c-section. As delivery day for my second son approached, I imagined it all going the same way. My first son's birth had been a beautiful, uncomplicated, vaginal birth. Three decades after my mom was forced to give birth to me by emergency c-section delivery, an event she found traumatic, I found myself in a similar situation. Vaginal birth after cesarean, VBAC, was not an option. Because I was born in an operating room, my mom had no choice for her future deliveries.
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