A number of factors; some health-related, some support-personnel related, some baby related. Separately on another person probably not a problem, but together, pushed me out of everyone’s safety zone (including all my support persons, who had been out of their comfort zones for quite a while).
I think the main reason was simple: VBAC attempt.
Everything else just said to them “and here’s another health reason not to VBAC” - nothing like bleeding or pain or fetal movement or size. Some edema, some blood pressure concerns.
No way to tell that it might have gotten worse. The “cure” for most of the problems is “have the damn baby”.
I was sent to an inner city hospital (though they’d shudder to hear me call it that, but it was pretty bad) to a doctor the MW had called to take me “as a favor to her” when I should have just said, “Screw you all, I’ll go to a hospital I like”. My shattering support system had me doubting all of options offered by people not in white coats, including self.
I consented to an internal, had my membranes “disturbed”, and went into labor a few hours later. I was not allowed to leave the labor bed, eat, or drink, even when my surgery was backed up several hours, and everyone but the attending agreed that my water had broken. Per the attending, therefore, it had not. :smack:
I was knocked out completely and my support team was left out in the hall, literally, waiting to be let in and never let in - there for over an hour until the baby was moved to the nursery. I was knocked out because of the position of the baby (hello, had been in labor for four hours, hard and fast like last time). I think this could have been potentially avoided had I gone to surgery earlier, but no way to tell. I awoke in recovery without the support system (as requested - they were to stay with the baby, period).
As had happened previously, and I probably blindly expected, I was back to “normal” in no time, but since I was just a bit high on normal for blood pressure, and edema, and fat, and a big baby, and a VBAC and and and and … I risked out or “risked” out.
Obviously, there is no way to know for certain if a VBAC would have gone well or badly, but I had no post-surgical indications that there were any issues with my scar, placenta, or child (other than size which was just under 10 pounds). I’ve had unrelated uterine “work” done since then (and am sterile and in a sort of menopausal state before the age of 35) and was told my uterus “looks” fine. It’s easy to Monday-Morning QuarterBack.
When you’ve got a VBAC, there’s no crystal-ball way to tell if it will rupture or not (there has been some research on ultrasounds of the scar, but nothing definitive). But real rupture is quite rare; but I can’t make that decision for people, and I was a bit miffed that I couldn’t make it for myself, but I’m over it.
Read Navelgazing midwife, she’s got an important post about a survey the ACOG is running to lay the foundation, IMO, to completely criminalize midwifery and homebirths, as is being done in Australia.
The more willing and trained midwives, the better, IMO. Being all-cesarean, I would be unlikely to be able to take on that role, though if I were better motivated I wouldn’t let that stop me.