Eleven years later, it is still as vivid. My truth about the pain of ‘normal’ child birth

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Wawo ready to go home for the first time

My pregnancy was smooth. I had no extreme cravings like demanding freshly baked bread in the middle of the night, or begging for rain scented soil from an ant hill. I was ‘normal’. I followed a routine; a visit to my gynaecologists once a month which went down to two weeks, then a week as the day got closer. I did regular physical and breathing exercises with a physiotherapist. The breathing lessons were to help ease labour and delivery pains. I was even taught belly flattening exercises for after the event.  I wish I had obeyed the latter.

Like all the mothers-to-be I knew, I devoured all the pregnancy books and magazines I could lay my hands on. I was thus well equipped; book knowledge, exercises and information from forerunners.

I knew that the Expected Day of Delivery (EDD) was an approximation; the baby could arrive 2 weeks early or late? My child opted for the later.  Two weeks after the EDD, my gynaecologists decided it was time we induced birth. In other words, start the labour artificially. Mid-morning Wednesday 2nd March 2005, I checked in at the Gaborone Private Hospital, hoping to be done in a few hours. But at evening fall, there was not much progress.  The following morning, Friday 3rd, a drip was inserted into my veins.

And everything changed.

Years before, I had heard about strange things expectant women do at the on- set of labour pains. Bothale’s story comes to mind. She shared the maternity room with another women, they were both in labour.  And one thing she still remembered, years later, was her roommate wearing a headscarf, which was not a problem until the pains hit. Labour pains usually come in intervals, they do some kind of hit (really hard) and run – give you time to recollect yourself then hit again. So when she felt them approaching,  Bothale would confront her roommate:

“…O rwaletseng tukwi wena? Rola, rola tukwi eo. Ka na ga o mo dithabing mma? Ija! …”;  to the amazement of the other women. 

It was only after delivering the baby that Bothale reflected, with embarrassment the insanity of all this.

So I decided long before my day that I won’t do anything weird. Anyway I had breathing exercises to fall back on. How wrong I was. I totally forgot about my time with the physiotherapist. Shuu! I could not understand how a human being was supposed to go through that kind of pain and remain sane.  I remember thinking, about my gynaecologists ‘how do you speak that slowly when I am in so much pain’.

“No, please just do cesarean. P-l-e-a-s-e take out the baby. I cannot handle this” I pleased for her mercy. 

At one point I was holding onto her hand- and wouldn’t let go. I don’t know where the thought that a fast speaker would be tolerable came from. But suddenly I could not stand my doctor of 9 months – and never did even afterwards.  I changed both the doctor and the baby delivery methods immediately after.

My husband was torn between the doctor and the ‘wailing’ wife. I was grateful he was there, praying around the room and squeezing my hands to calm his groaning wife. I really do not wish this kind of pain on any person.

Friday late afternoon, I was too exhausted to do anything and apparently the baby was also too tired to make any further movements towards the outside world. The clock was ticking. Preparation for theatre complete, just when I was about to be wheeled out, Wawo descended; a perfect child. I loved him with my life.

I had wished to immediately  hold him tight to my chest so we could both derive the benefits of body contact. I had also wanted to breastfeed him as soon as he could suckle. But none of these happened.

 Imagine the overwhelming sadness and guilt when on the second day a nurse inquired whether I had asked for my baby. I don’t remember what I had in mind when the first day ended and the second was almost over – and I had not seen Wawo. I just slept. May be I thought it was procedure. I don’t know. But the nurse’s question aroused a war of emotions.

I felt like I did not care for the child I so eagerly waited for and nurtured in the months I carried him. But I had planned it all during pregnancy, how I would mother him.  I had, for example, bought breast pumps, cups and everything to ensure strict breast milk for the first six months. The pIan was to pump and freeze excess milk; to strictly use a cup – no bottle – and so many other recommended things. So how could I fail before the race?

I asked for him; one and half days later, I held my first child for the first time. My eyes welled up and that became my common, especially when he cried.

Counselling sessions with a psychologist helped me deal with the trauma and the guilt. I forgave myself – and became the best mother I could be. I kick started what I had promised myself; strictly breast milk for the first six months.

I went on to have two more children. This time through  elective cesarean section . So I knew from the beginning, in fact we discussed, with the doctor, the delivery time and date for both children. There is comfort in having control.

Years later, I still have deep respect for women who delivered more than one child ‘normally’.  I respect their resilience. But I also wish all women were able to choose between ‘normal’ and elective cesarean. While I know of women who don’t experience labour pain at all, for most women, the pain is real and unbearable.

 

 

22 thoughts on “Eleven years later, it is still as vivid. My truth about the pain of ‘normal’ child birth

  1. Kabo Thankane says:

    I went through the trauma of labor especially since it was ‘artificial labour’ like you mentioned. the first day I went through excrutiating pain with no dilation. Second day we tried again and it went on for 8 hours, at 6 cm there was no more dilation and the child was in distress. I went for a cesarean. At that time I faced the reality that the pain is unbearable and nobody is going to give me a medal for this suffering. Second child I opted for a cesarean. I hold women who do normal childbirth in high regard. I also came to terms that that is not for me. Thanks for sharing. Shuuu i’m not alone

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    • “…I faced the reality that …nobody is going to give me a medal for this suffering. Second child I opted for a caesarean”. I like this Kabo. Had there been no other choice, I am sure i would still be at 1 child.

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  2. Kitso says:

    Oesi your first time encounter has left me in awe. Please write more about everything else. I love reading and this is an inspiration. Who is going to celebrate Batswana women writers at 50 years of Independence. Where is the platform for this? Can we meet and discuss it? There is great untapped potential here. In French they say Ecrire contre Loblie’. Lets get it on.

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    • Thank you Kitt kitt. The world is waiting for our stories. Isn’t it time we stop complaining about those who wrote our stories through glassed tinted in everything else but truth and reality. I am encouraged. I will write- and yes please lets meet.

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  3. fifi says:

    That pain is so unbearable that i was crying but no tears were flowing, year 2000 induced birth, 2003 induced birth and 2012 induced birth. i had all 3 of them naturally and the last born was 2.7 kg so i ddnt have to go thru another pain of being stitched.

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  4. I am actually a bit furious with the doctors or nurses who didn’t inform you that the baby was fine and if they could bring her to you. I don’t have kids myself but most of my friends who are new mothers have gone through the same experience. And the anxiety that they experienced when waiting for their new borns while getting no feedback was just unnecessary.

    Good piece though. Don’t mind me, I have a tendency of “chesting” issues.

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  5. Betty D Marumo says:

    birth complexities! well laid out Oesi! I’m one of the battered ones. went the pain way three times. With the pains gruelling searing in all the instances. However the recovery was faster! I understand very well when women when I was young in Sefhare would scold a naughty child bare” ke go tsenetse mo dithabing” they used the pains experience as highlight when unhappy ka ngwana or when unhappy when their child is treated unfairly

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  6. Gabo Poloko says:

    Huh! What a piece! Without the experience, several things run on my mind…..I can only imagine! phew! I can only pray and hope that when the time comes, I will be strong, I will manage just like other brave women have done before. By the way, I wanna go the natural way…..maybe I will change to other options after or maybe not!

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  7. Gabo Poloko says:

    Huh! What a piece! Without the experience, several things run on my mind. I can only imagine. I pray and hope that when the time comes, I will be strong and manage just like all the other women have managed before. By the way, I wanna go the natural way……! Maybe, just maybe I will change to other options after the experience…..!

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  8. Now I am utterly terrified.
    Incredible writing. so real I felt like I was in there with you. I have a whole new respect for my mother.
    On a totally unrelated point, now I believe in hitting children 😀

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  9. Ontuetse G Letswee says:

    Shuu… I can feel the pain. if this is the case, then my dear wife went through hardship and she is a medalist. I have a deep respect for her because Arona, Reaobaka and Katumelo were delivered naturally. They way you explained how terrible the pain is, then Khiana is a martyr. Their weights was more than 3.0kgs imagine. Thank you sister for sharing thoughts challenging piece of testimony. It is more than makwala challenge!!!!

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