Success with the hallowed VBAC
Many of you commented on my post about pregnant grumpiness, and to my personal blog, telling me to go for it! and try for the Hallowed VBAC. I've had two c-sections with my two boys, under vastly different circumstances, that ended the same way: labor (with pitocin) to complete, push for two hours, baby's head never moves much past "0", time to give up. Because I'd struggled so to VBAC with Truman, my second, my OB was doubtful I'd have much luck this third birth. Both boys were 7 pounds, 7 ounces (not big), and Truman was born at 37 weeks, so a full-term babe might be near-impossible to fit.
As they were both tilted a bit, the diagnosis seemed to be that my birth cavity wasn't shaped quite right, or my pelvis was a touch too small. I'd tried going without drugs entirely with Truman so I could push in every imaginable position; I had yoga and doulas and considerable mental preparation. Although a few of my friends and family believed -- hoped -- prayed I'd be able to VBAC with baby #3, even I doubted it.
Dr. Kehoe gave me a "less-than-30%" chance of success. After much introspection, I decided that, heck, a 10% or 20% chance is still a reasonable chance, and convinced her to support me in trying.
But the day I went into labor Dr. Kehoe was off, and her younger partner showed up around 4 p.m. on July 9th with her mouth set. The risks of laboring -- with the chance of a uterine rupture, or trauma to the baby, or to me -- seemed too great. When she saw me at 4 cm, she wanted to have me in the operating room by dinner time. Somehow, I talked her onto the VBAC team (by calmly listing my reasons for wanting to try, and begging, a little).
And what do you know. Though I progressed slowly at first, by 11 p.m., I was at complete at the baby was at +1. Plus one? I couldn't believe it. 40 minutes later, Monroe was born, it was a textbook delivery. And he was, unbelievably, 7 pounds, 7 ounces. The whole story is here.
I am, to put it mildly, very. very. happy.
Who's to know for sure, but I think it was the lack of pitocin, my somehow-developed patience for my body to go into labor on its own (the hardest part, patience), and probably no small help from the prayers and hopes and belief of my friends and family. So if you're trying for a VBAC, even after two surgeries? Tell your doctor it can be done. And turn off that pitocin, just in case!