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Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Khaleid's Birth Story (and my failed VBAC Attempt) - Part II

 "There could also be an initial attempt to do labor but after several nerve-wracking pushes, the baby's head turns out to be too large or the mommy's pelvis too small to allow the baby to pass through. In all of these, there would be a gut-wrenching pain, from labor or otherwise, followed by a relief that when everything else seemed to fail, the mother would be summoned to the operating room for incision for her own good. These mothers would end up with a scar from the CS operation, but they fought a battle, and they fought hard."
                                                             - An excerpt from my very first VBAC Post 


After a long, arduous, and exhausting trial labor, my efforts were all for naught because I wasn't able to deliver through a varginal birth. In medical jargon, the failed VBAC was because of "arrest in descent, secondary to cephalopelvic disproportion".  In ordinary parlance, the baby's head was too big and my pelvis was too narrow.

But for me, the real reason was the Universe working its way to save me from a looming danger. I was wide awake during the CS operation, that's why I was able to witness why God refused to listen to my plea for a normal delivery. 

Upon opening up the previous wound, Dra. Guinto immediately discovered that my first CS operation had not just one, but two incisions inside! That would have been okay, except that while the first stitch was low transverse (which is the primary requirement before a VBAC is allowed), the other stitch was VERTICAL - a contraindication of VBAC (the kind of incision with a higher risk of uterine rupture). 

The reason why Dra. Guinto allowed me to try VBAC was because I was a qualified candidate - or so we thought. The operative record of my previous CS operation indicated a low transverse incision, which led us to believe that I could pull off a VBAC without any unusual risk. (I wrote about the requirements for a VBAC candidate here.

But that was where the problem lied -the record indicated only the transverse incision; thus, neither Dra. Guinto nor I would know about the second incision. As to why the operative record did not accurately reflect what was done inside my body was something I refused to ruminate. It was water under the bridge.

At 10:16 AM, "baby out" was finally announced by Dra. Guinto. I heard my baby's cry and I let out a sigh of relief. 

When Khaleid was handed to me, there were no tears of joy or music playing in my head or thoughts of magical moment. Of course, I was glad that we were both safe, but I was so ready to close my eyes to sleep. I was that exhausted. But I couldn't sleep just yet. Khaleid was immediately placed in my breast for the "Unang Yakap". With just a few attempt, he latched properly and our breastfeeding journey began.

At this point, Dra. Guinto and her team was still at me, re-doing the stitches from my previous operation. She figured it would take her hours to "improve" the old stitches. When I heard her making calls to cancel all her appointments that morning, it dawned to me how fortunate I was to have found a very competent doctor. It was a good call she made to discontinue my VBAC attempt. With the vertical stitch inside my body, who knows, I might be just one push away from uterine rupture.

At around 2:00 PM, Khaleid and I were wheeled into our private room, where Kristan had been anxiously waiting. Kristan was alone in the room since my labor began and I could just imagine the worry and anxiety that he had to go through for hours. He kissed me on the forehead and whispered how much he loved me and how grateful he was to me for enduring everything. 

After two and a half days, I was cleared to go home. I stepped out of the hospital leaving my hopes of a vaginal birth behind. It was not only the end of my VBAC journey; it also meant that we could not try for more babies. But that's okay - I had always believed in the greater scheme of things. I knew the Universe knows better than me. 

The most important thing was how blessed we were to have been entrusted once again with another being - to raise, to nurture, and to love. It was a wonderful, wonderful journey which ended so beautifully with me endlessly taking a whiff of my baby's scent and planting kisses on his cheeks to my heart's content.



You can read PART I here.
You can read all my VBAC-related posts here.
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