Let’s see, I was 1 week, 6 days overdue, and my baby hadn’t dropped at all. The baby was measuring big, the estimate was 9 1/2 lbs.
The one thing I DID NOT WANT was a c-section, primarily because I’m a huge wuss and thought it gross (just thinking about it made me panic), and I’m afraid of needles and didn’t want the epidural. Actually, that was pretty much the only reason. I mean, I would like to say that I thought vaginal delivery was more natural or better for bonding or whatever, but I was so afraid of the c-section I never even went beyond that in my decision-making process.
I went with induction, with no pain meds. After 15 hours of unproductive labor, I agreed to the c-section. At that point, I would have agreed to anything.
And it was fine. I was really surprised all around. Oh, then of course the baby wasn’t nearly that large at all, although that was rather beside the point by the time it was all happening. The recovery was terrific. I could have been back to work at four weeks, and I was certainly doing (slow, careful, planned in small doses) light housework/baby work within 2 weeks. I know a lot of that is the luck of the draw.
One piece of advice, that I got from a fellow Doper, was to walk early and often, as soon as I was able. Walk slowly, walk with assistance. I was doing extremely slow laps around the ward by about 9 in the evening (the time on the birth certificate is listed as 3 PM).
Breastfeeding was a slow start, but we got there eventually. I consider it successful, although we did supplement with formula periodically, so some people would find that unacceptable.
I’m posting all of this to say that a lot of this is a roll of the dice. It was far from my ideal plan, but I feel very positive when I look back at the birth experience.