Both my little girls (now 6&7) were c-sections. Both pregnancies were healthy and comfortable, but for whatever reason my babies just never dropped (so I was walking around like a had a beachball under my top!).
I'll pop my story into a spoiler as it's a longish one
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With my first, because baby never dropped and engaged there was no pressure down there to bring on labour apparently, so I ended up going two weeks over (they let me go over as I was healthy and there was hope she still might engage). The decision was made to induce me.... and I was told that there was a possibility that I could end up with a caesar because she was sitting so high.
Honestly, the thought completely freaked me out.
I went through a range of emotions that night - crying endlessly mostly because I couldn't work out why my body wasn't 'working' like it should :( Sounds silly I know, but you kind of have to be in that place to understand it, I guess. I know I was thinking irrationally, but it took me a whole night (wide awake and tearful) to process it - and then oddly, I came to be at peace with the possibility. At the end of the day, getting baby out safely was the most important thing and I became prepared for that.
So I went in for the induction to see if I could labour on my own and if that would move baby down. What an ordeal.... spent the whole bloody day in the hospital with minor contractions and then everything stopped. It became quite depressing. Then, just after midnight, my waters burst on their own and it was all on. My hubby and I were up all night as I worked my way through the most awful contractions - eventually at 5am I was given a shot in the butt for the pain and I finally got some sleep. That morning the docs made the decision to put an epidural in and give me a syntocinon (I think it was called) drip to bring on strong contractions. By 4pm I had dilated a grand total of 3cm and was exhausted. I was examined and the doc made the decision to go with an emergency caesarean. I was a tad relieved!
It was a bit scary though - the room was suddenly full of people, I got a bit (quietly) panicky and had people monitoring every single little thing... I remember being numb but feeling my body being moved around and then suddenly my daughter cried. There is nothing that can describe the feeling of hearing your baby's cry for the first time.
The recovery was fine for me, I was mobile very quickly - it was being a first time mum to a squalling, hungry 9lb6 baby that did me in. I did get a little infection where one of my stitches was but that was quickly remedied.
My second c-section was completely different. Since baby no.2 didn't drop either the docs were onto me well in advance. After being assessed at the 41 week mark, they deemed that if I was induced again I was just end up down the same road as the first birth, so I was marked down for an 'acute' caesar - so not elective, but not emergency either - maybe the class you are going through with your breech bubba?
Because we'd already had the caesar experience we were relaxed and second time around was so opposite of my first birth. We got a good night's sleep (two sleepless nights prior to first caesar) and we walked in calm and excited, waiting for our surgery.
I did have some nerves again, most especially getting another epidural, and you can't help but feel very vulnerable as you lie there in the hand of the surgeons. But all in all it was a good, positive experience second time around.
I suppose in the aftermath of it all, the only (selfish) regret I have is that I couldn't do it on my own. I would have loved to have had my own 'what I was doing when I went into labour' story, or to know the feeling of your body doing what it was made to do... but my girls are beautiful and healthy, and I came out of it in one piece too, so can't really complain too much!
I hope that all goes as well as it can for you, Aadra - it's both exciting and scary! Congratulations on your imminent arrival and best of luck! ^.^