With my lime-a-kins, I planned on natural birth and breast
feeding. The obvious choice for me, a somewhat of a crunchy person (hippie)
reformed from a germ-o-phobic one. I was in active labor for 25 hours with no meds
other than Pitocin, (Medicine to help induce contractions {water broke and not
progressing}) after the first 12 hours. I pushed for over two hours and my
little lime wasn’t coming. His head was stuck at a weird angle and pretty much
stuck. I ended up asking for a c section I was exhausted and I couldn’t push
any more. (My doctor was amazing and waited until I said something about the c
section and even though it was passed the 24 hours of my water breaking-where the risk of infection really sets in.) Less than an hour later I had my sweet baby in this world; perfect
healthy and weighing close to 10 pounds at a week early
Well my birth plan went out the window but breast feeding
you better believe it will happen…Nope. Lime was seriously traumatized in the
hospital by a nurse who didn’t know what she was talking about. When he saw “the
goods” he would immediately start screaming and would thrash around to where he
wouldn’t latch, even when he was just the right amount of hungry. I wasn’t producing
anything and with the stress of very little support and my son rejecting me, I
gave up and gave him formula. He is two and half and has never been seriously sick;
had a cold once, he is also very smart, no known allergies and besides being
lactose intolerant he can eat anything he wants.
Moving on to Baby girl, I had grand plans of a VBAC (vaginal
birth after C-section), that didn’t happen either. The hospital I chose wouldn’t
do it; they were not equipped properly in case something happened. I was told I
would have to drive two hours to a different city to have one. With no family
for 3,000 miles, at the moment no friends close enough to be at my house in
less than 20 minutes and really feeling good about my doctors I chose to stay
with them. I didn’t get my VBAC but I could still totally breast feed. I did
for a month, and after every feeding of exorcist vomiting (yeah it was that
bad) and NO weight gain, or even staying the same weight. I found out sweet baby girl was also
lactose intolerant, even to me (curse my bad genes). I now have a healthy and happy baby girl, not the shirking angry ball
of furry I had; she also started sleeping.
My kiddos are perfectly healthy and happy. I am not going to
get into the “I should have done this instead” because frankly I don’t care
what other moms say is best for MY kiddos; they are mine! Moms need to stop judging
and start embracing different types of moms; it’s what makes the world go
round.
