Baby Javier was born on 26 May, the date that he was due, at 2.29pm, via scheduled c-section with epidural.
On the way to the hospital about 11am that fateful day, I was still asking God quietly in my heart, why can’t I go through this birth naturally Lord? Though I had been managing my own expectations, I was still feeling a tinge of disappointment.
Somehow it didn’t quite make sense to me. The main reasons behind my wanting a VBAC (vaginal birth after caesarean) was so that I could be more mobile to care for my older girl Vera, and enjoy a faster recovery (generally true for natural births). I believed these were good reasons for me to desire a natural birth.
As it turned out, God had a better plan. And he was gracious to let me in on some of the reasons why, based on a couple of seemingly random statements made by various people that day.
First, as Victor and I were doing our admission paperwork at the front desk of Thomson Medical Centre, we bumped into See Peng, an ex-church mate who incidentally also recommended my gynae Dr Sim to me. He supplies vitamins to many gynaes so it wasn’t a surprise to see him there.
When he found out that I had been hoping for a natural birth, he said this: I’m sure Dr Sim has very good reasons to recommend caesarean, she’s not one to just call for caesarean for nothing. Usually if by the due date the baby’s not born, chances are that delivery will need to be assisted or will end up with surgery anyway, so I would say that caesarean is a better choice. Relax, Dr Sim knows what she’s doing.
That somehow calmed my nerves and lifted my spirits a little (well, as high as it could get given that I was going to be cut open in just 2 hours). :p
Second, after Javier was born, the nurse taking his measurements commented to the daddy that he had a big head (about 36cm in circumference), and if this had been a natural delivery, chances are he would get stuck and we may end up with surgery.
Third, after my doctor came to see me post-surgery, she mentioned that she saw my old wound being stretched out very thinly (probably by the pressure of Javier’s head pressing against it?), and that the risk of womb rupture would have been very real had I gone ahead with natural birth.
Plus, having gone through caesarean under GA the first round, I must say pain management was heaps better with epidural, although the thought of being conscious while in the operating theatre did freak me out initially. And I received comments from friends and family that I looked much better than after Vera was born.
So all in all, I have to say that God is good, He indeed knows best, and was kind enough not to grant me my request for a natural birth!
Funny… but it does turn out for the good in the end.

