Sunday, March 4, 2012

Why Midwives Rock My Socks

I'm always reflecting back on Conner's birth. It's something I look back on every day, no longer to grieve over my disappointment in having an emergency c-section, but to remind myself of how blessed I am to have a healthy little boy, have had a speedy recovery, and the memory of a care team who will hold a special place in my heart forever.

I always say, for the situation I was in, I couldn't have had a better, more positive experience. And I chalk quite a bit of that up to the fact that the people who cared for myself and my son did just that: they cared.

The person who always sticks out in my mind though was the midwife who assisted the doctors to care for me. On our base, a woman may choose to be seen by a doctor, midwife or nurse practitioner throughout her pregnancy. I chose to see nurse practitioners for mine, and was taken care of primarily by nurses with advisement by doctors while I was in labor. The only time I really ever saw a doctor was when the decision was made that Conner was in too much distress and needed to be born. And that was completely my choice, to have minimal interaction with the doctor. See, I have a thing with doctors...I'm not a fan of them. I've always felt that nurses are way more gentle and compassionate.

And while my nurses were absolutely wonderful, I still reflect back the warmest on the midwife who joined my team.

The hospital where Conner was born is very big on natural birth, and they try to avoid c-sections at all costs. As my labor progressed and my infection got worse, a midwife was brought in to see if she could help naturally progress my dialation so that I could push Conner out quickly and safely. Though my body didn't cooperate, I was beyond grateful for her efforts. She understood that pushing my son out was important to me, it sincerely meant something to me. When I was told that a c-section was now becoming necessary, and when I broke down in tears exclaiming how much of a failure I felt like, she hugged me. While they wheeled me down to the operating room, leaving Derek to wait until I was prepped before he could come in, she held my hand. While they prepped me, she sat by my head and stroked my hair. She told me everything that was happening during my surgery. She told Derek when to stand so that he could see Conner come out, and she made sure he got to cut his cord. And when Derek left the OR to go with Conner to the NICU, she resumed her place at my head, gave me a kiss on the cheek, stroked my hair again during the uncomfortable process of being put back together.

That midwife was the sweetest, gentlest, most compassionate woman who cared for me while I was in labor. Though she will see hundreds of other women in the hospital and probably won't remember me, I will never, ever forget her.

Her gentle being, her kindness, her willingness to care has left an enormous impression on me. And she is the very reason I am going to certainly put my care in the hands of the midwife team throughout my next pregnancy.

Midwives rock :)

1 comment:

  1. This brought tears to my eyes! I am so happy for you that you were able to have such a positive person by your side through the whole thing =)

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