During one of my mindless scrolls through Instagram, I came across a page about birth trauma. I found myself looking at post after post and realizing that so many women have birth trauma. I never even heard this term before.
I knew Penny’s birth hurt me in alot of ways. It was not what I wanted for myself or for her. In the weeks that followed, I found myself unable to deal with what happened. I requested my files from the hospital to try and make sense of what happened. And even after I read every word of the doctors notes, I still couldn’t process it. I was still so sad.
Even now, more than waking up alone and confused that next morning, I am sad for Penny, who was immediately swept away from her parents after being born. I saw her briefly before I heard the shouting and before they put me under and shoved my husband out of the room. Where did my baby go in those moments?
She spent 9 months living in my body. She knew my voice. She knew my heartbeat. She knew I was keeping her safe. It breaks my heart to think that just after being ripped from that safe place in my body, that she was quite possibly alone in the nursery. And for that whole first night until I woke up. It was another day or so before I could be moved from ICU and I could only see my baby when a nurse had free time to bring her down to me.
It hurts me that she was in that little glass box instead of laying on me. It hurts me that years later, I think the doctors made mistakes. She wasn’t ready to be born and it should not have been forced. I was just so excited to have my baby. I should have questioned things.
Trauma affects people in many ways. I know I had a good life so far. I never doubted my parents love for me. I was given the best opportunities available to me. I never fell in with the wrong crowds. On paper, it all looks great.
But among the happy days, are the harder ones. I find myself closed off more than I want to be. I feel defensive. I feel stuck.
I think the birth trauma has brought up other traumatic things that I previously ignored. I think it might be time to figure out how to process all of it.
I have a lovely life. But truthfully, it is not the life I had pictured for myself before the birth trauma. I had wanted multiple children. I wanted to work. I wanted to still have date nights and go on small weekends getaways. But all of that changed that night. I could no longer bear the thought of being away from my child. I couldn’t trust anyone to care for her like I did. Only just this month, almost 3 and a half years later, did I let someone besides me or my husband put her to bed.
A lot changes when you become a mom. You lose alot of the woman you once were. But a traumatic birth completely changed me as a human. I became fearful and anxious. I barely slept for years because I would wake up at every little sound she made while sleeping. I checked the monitor dozens of times.
It seems there is no space in todays world for some of these feelings. Moms are expected to just get on with it and be happy that everything turned out okay. They’re expected to go back to work when their babies are still newborns. They’re expected to feel joyful all the time. We give so much grace to people who go through other traumatic experiences, but somehow motherhood isn’t treated the same. Where are we supposed to go? How are we supposed to process the bad stuff? Moms everywhere are asking for help and instead being told that they are “so strong” or “warriors”. Yes our bodies are amazing. Yes motherhood is something to feel grateful for. But sometimes it is lonely and dark and painful and we shouldn’t have to pretend otherwise.
I think I am still grieving everything I lost that day… the experiences, the bonding moments, the life I thought I was going to have, the possibility of more children. It is all gone.
I am different now.
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