👶 C-Section or VBAC: A Personal Dilemma

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👶 C-Section or VBAC: A Personal Dilemma
Before the birth of my second child, Van, who is now fourteen, I wrote this reflection. My thoughts were consumed by the looming decision regarding his delivery, a topic that held particular weight because his older sister, Zelda, had been born via Cesarean section.
The experience with Zelda naturally led us to question the safest and best approach for the next delivery. The medical term that dominated our discussions was Vaginal Birth After C-section (VBAC). The prospect was alluring—the promise of a standard delivery and recovery—but it came with a significant degree of anxiety and risk. On the other hand, a planned repeat C-section offered a predictable, though major, surgical procedure.

Ultimately, after careful consideration and consultation with our doctors, Van was born via C-section in the end. This was a deliberate choice. A major factor in our decision was the estimate of his size; he was projected to be larger than Zelda was at birth. Given the potential complications associated with a larger baby and a VBAC—including the elevated risk of an emergency situation—we concluded that a scheduled C-section was the prudent and safest path forward for both me and for Van. Looking back, we remain confident that we made the best decision possible given the medical circumstances and information available to us at the time.

This period of deliberation was particularly intense, and a memory that solidified our choice came from a friend who was navigating the very same decision. Unlike us, she was determined to have a vaginal birth. Tragically, her attempt to deliver vaginally had a severe complication: the baby eventually had to be delivered via emergency C-section because her uterine scar ruptured. That outcome was a powerful, sobering reminder of the very real risks involved in a VBAC and served to validate our decision to proceed with a planned C-section for Van.

👶 C-Section or VBAC: A Personal Dilemma
November 6, 2010
A Crossroads in the Journey: Weighing the Path for Baby Va
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My husband, Devin, and I find ourselves at a significant and emotionally charged crossroads, desperately trying to discern the safest and most responsible path forward for the arrival of our new baby, Van. Devin, ever my rock, is completely wonderful and has expressed his contentment in leaving the ultimate decision to me. Yet, this freedom, while loving, leaves me utterly and completely torn between two very different medical routes.
The core of my internal debate revolves around the stark reality that both a planned, repeat Cesarean section and the attempt at a VBAC (Vaginal Birth After C-section) carry distinct and real risks. This isn’t a theoretical concern; it’s rooted in our history. Our first child, our daughter Zelda, was born via an emergency C-section back in October 2009. Now, with Van due in January 2011, the pregnancies are undeniably close—separated by only fifteen months. This remarkably short inter-pregnancy interval is the single factor that haunts my thoughts, as I constantly worry about how it impacts the integrity of my uterine scar and, consequently, the safety of my decision.

My doctor has been a source of both extensive knowledge and, paradoxically, conflicting advice. Her insights are helpful, but they pull me in two different directions. On the one hand, she strongly suggested that a VBAC would be the preferable route if our family’s long-term vision includes having more children. It would reduce the accumulated risk of multiple major abdominal surgeries. On the other hand, she was quick to reassure me of the relative safety of repeat procedures, noting that I could safely have three C-sections, and we all know people who have gone on to successfully manage four!

This is where my deepest, most agonizing fear resides: the potential to inadvertently place Van in danger. The thought of pursuing a VBAC simply to preserve the option for a larger family down the road feels selfish if it means even a fraction of a percent increase in risk for my baby boy now. I am consumed by the singular desire to know, unequivocally, which of these two paths—a surgical birth or a trial of labor—offers the healthiest start for my baby boy. It’s a decision that feels too heavy to carry alone, and I would genuinely welcome any thoughts, shared experiences, or perspectives from others who have faced this delicate and difficult medical dilemma.

The Case for a Scheduled C-Section
The decision to schedule the birth of our second child is overwhelmingly influenced by practical considerations, a choice that promises to significantly simplify our lives. The logistics surrounding Devin’s demanding job make a planned event almost a necessity; eliminating the uncertainty of when labor might strike ensures he can arrange his work schedule with confidence, minimizing potential disruption and stress for him. Furthermore, arranging childcare for our first daughter, Zelda, is greatly simplified. My cousin, who has graciously offered to help, would benefit immensely from a concrete date, allowing her to make firm plans without the anxiety of a last-minute emergency call.

Beyond the external logistics, scheduling a C-section offers a path to avoid the intense emotional and physical stress I experienced during Zelda’s birth. That spontaneous labor ultimately devolved into a frantic, emergency Cesarean section, a traumatic experience I am keen to prevent repeating. Since a medical induction, which was attempted with Zelda, is not an option this time, choosing a scheduled surgery provides a sense of control and predictability that a trial of labor simply cannot.

There are also encouraging assurances regarding the recovery process. I’ve been advised that a second C-section is often associated with a faster and easier recovery than the first. This is a considerable benefit in itself, but it also translates into a more extended period of approved time off work, a crucial factor for both my physical and mental recuperation.

The advantages of a planned surgery extend to the medical setting as well. A scheduled date means I can actively choose my preferred surgeon, ensuring continuity of care with a doctor I trust. The operating room environment will be calm, prepared, and routine, far removed from the rush, worry, and fear associated with a sudden, unscheduled emergency. We can walk into the hospital knowing exactly what to expect.

However, the weight of this decision rests on one major, permanent drawback. Committing to a scheduled C-section means accepting that a vaginal birth is no longer a possibility for me. Every future child we are blessed with will, by necessity, have to be delivered via Cesarean section. This single choice sets the course for all our future births.

The Appeal of a VBAC
The upcoming delivery is consuming my thoughts, primarily because of the intense desire for a successful Vaginal Birth After Cesarean (VBAC). The very idea of achieving a vaginal delivery is tremendously exciting—it’s a deeply personal milestone that offers such freedom. A successful VBAC would finally open up the possibility of having more children in the future without the looming certainty of another major surgery every single time. It would mean that my family planning is dictated by nature and readiness, not by a surgeon’s calendar.

Beyond the long-term implications, I strongly believe a vaginal delivery will make the immediate postpartum period much easier to navigate. I vividly remember the grueling recovery from my first C-section; the incision pain, the inability to move easily, and the extended time before I truly felt like myself again. I imagine, and desperately hope, that the post-delivery pain following a VBAC won’t be nearly as intense or debilitating, allowing me to be more present and active with my newborn, Van.

Regarding the logistics of the delivery, I’ve made the firm decision to have an epidural. This was not a choice made lightly but was largely influenced by the medical advice I received. The doctors presented it as a crucial safety net: in the event that the trial of labor became unstable or if we encountered an emergency that necessitated a repeat C-section, they could simply administer additional anesthetic through the already-placed epidural line. This would eliminate the dangerous time delay of having to perform general anesthesia.

However, the single biggest factor driving my preference for a VBAC is the timing of the birth. A vaginal delivery allows Van to determine his own birthday, coming when his body and lungs are truly ready. I have a profound anxiety about the standard C-section protocol, which typically schedules the surgery a week or two earlier than the due date to prevent the onset of labor. I worry that this premature exit will deprive him of the final, necessary days or even weeks of development in the womb—time that is so vital for the maturation of his organs and systems. The thought of him coming out before he has reached his optimal readiness weighs heavily on me.

Conclusion
I understand and deeply respect that the doctors and medical team are the experts, possessing the knowledge and experience to guide this process safely. Yet, despite their assurances and statistics, this choice feels so immense, so personal, and so loaded with emotional weight. It is not just a medical procedure; it is the gateway to my child’s life and a defining moment in my own journey as a mother. I am finding myself at a crossroads, balancing medical recommendations against my strong maternal instincts and deeply felt desires. More than anything, I am hoping to connect with other mothers who have walked this path—to hear what specific challenges they faced during their own VBAC attempts, what resources or conversations ultimately helped them find peace and certainty about their final decision, and how they reconciled the inherent risks with the profound reward.
On January 17, 2011, I gave birth via-c-section to a healthy baby boy. He is not 14 years old and in the 8th grade.

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We all see the posts of Facebook of parents who talk about their perfect kids… Meanwhile my house is a zoo. They are not bad kids. They just helped my neighbor find a lost cat, They helped people shovel out from the snow (not for money, just to help), but sometimes I wonder if what I say matters to them. Of course people only put the positive on social media, but for all those parents out there who wonder why nothing works, you are not alone.

 Nothing is working.
Nothing I say matters.
Nothing is working.
Nothing I say matters.

I pace back and forth outside in the cold.
Back and forth trying to calm myself. 
I know I shouldn’t have shouted, but nothing is working.
My throat hurts and I sit outside thinking of what I could have done better. 

Nothing is working.
Nothing I say matters.
Nothing is working.
Nothing I say matters.

Wondering what I said wrong and why they aren’t listening.
Nothing is working, maybe it's me.
Am I a bad mom?
Why don’t they care about each other, about their grades, about anything?
What is wrong with his generation?

Nothing is working.
Nothing I say matters.
Nothing is working.
Nothing I say matters.

Please Everyone

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I do my best, and it’s never enough.
The words you say may be innocent, but they hurt.
There is not enough time in the day.
To please everyone, so I quit!

Lord, give me the Strength

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Lord, give me the Strength
So much time in the day.
So much to do and yet so little time.
The hours tick away, and yet so much more to do.
The guilt I feel, when in don't spend enough time with them.
The guilt I feel, when I need to work.
The guilt I feel, when I am just too tired to move.

Lord, give me the strength to give them the mom they deserve. 
Work and life, but all I wanted was to be a mom.
Feeling lazy and wishing I had more time.
More time to spend with them, more to give them.
The life I didn't have and the life I want for them.

So much time in the day.
So much to do and yet so little time.
The hours tick away, and yet so much more to do.
The guilt I feel, when in don't spend enough time with them.
The guilt I feel, when I need to work.
The guilt I feel, when I am just too tired to move.

Lord, give me the strength to give them the mom they deserve. 

The Only Job That Matters

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The only job that matters,
The hardest one of all.

Coaching, guiding, loving and caring for you.
Praying and hoping for your future.

How do I know if I am making the right choices
How do I know you are listening to my words, my advice.

Why do I feel like I am failing?
Why do I cry for your future?

The only job that matters,
The hardest one of all.

Coaching, guiding, loving and caring for you.
Praying and hoping for your future.

The Morning

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THE MORNING
The alarm resounds in my head, and I grumble and moan.
It pulls me from my slumber with a start.
My blankets wrapped around me keeping me warm as the cold morning air hits me.

I pull the covers over my head.
It can’t be morning already.
I want to hide from everyone and everything.
Just lay and look up at the ceiling and dream.

I want to hide from the world and pull the blankets closer.
The cold morning air wakes me, but I retreat under the covers.
Never leave the warmth and safety of the bed
Just lay and look up at the ceiling and dream.

I lay alone with all my thoughts,
The quiet in the morning
No one expecting anything from me
In this quiet time, oh the thoughts that come

Alas I must rise, each day the same
Running a race that never ends

Let me pull the covers back over my head.
The race never ends, just to take some days alone with my kids.
No work, no stress, just me and my kids.

Van’s ears

Van’s ears

I am not a medicine, medicine type of person, but I am also not the holistic girl either. I believe in a balance. I know some won’t agree but what you do with your body and your family is your business.  So I take my kids to a chiropractor and I go as well.  Don’t really know if it helps with anything else then my back feeling good.  My chiropractor tells to to not give my kids an vacciantions and to cancel Van’s surgery for his ears.  He says that iF Van gets adjusted three times a week he won’t have any fluid in his ears.  Well great! Let me just tell my son that you may not may not hear. Oh and somehow get you to the chirporctor three times a week! That’s a laugh! And when they say that Zelda has autism because of her vaccinations I cringe.  They don’t know what causes autism! But hey there are five kids in Devin’s family who are on the spectrum! Yet people still say its vaccinations! I am not saying I have the answers but let’s play would you rather. Would I rather have Zelda the way she is or Zelda who has or has had mumps, rubella, or many of the other things we vacciante for. They say its the vaccinations! Sorry just needed to vent.  I feel sometimes you need to take medicine and sometimes you don’t.  I really like going to my chirpractor but I am tired of the pressure and making me or sorry trying to make me feel bad for things like Van’s surgery or vaccinations! I am already stressed enough with his surgery!


Zelda’a IEP

 

ZELDA’S IEP

May 7, 2013 at 9:46pm

 We had Zelda’s IEP today.  Zelda is in the 3 year old preschool disabled classroom.  I am not saying anything negative about her school, because I love the team of people that work with her.  Its the IEP process that I have some concerns with.

 

What I would like to see is a copy of a working copy of IEP’s given out to parents possible a week or more before the IEP meeting.   I know some people would say that this creates more work for teachers, but really they have to write it anyway. 

When I came to this IEP I felt for lack of a better work dumb.  this was not the fault of the school district.  I read over Zelda’s old IEP and her progress report before the meeting.  I came with questions that I wanted to ask at the meeting based on the goals and objectives set forth in her original IEP.  I felt prepared. 

There were some objectives that Zelda was not making based on her progress report and I had questions prepared based on that report.  The problem was that now she has reached those goals and there were not new goals.

I would have liked to know the new goals ahead of time.  I wanted to ask about different ways I could help zelda at home.  So that both home and school were on the same page.

 

I felt this way through most of the meeting but my shock came when they talked about where they wanted to place Zelda for next year.  When Zelda started school in October they talked about putting in the inclusion 3 year old room in December, then it was the end of the year.  Then it was to let her transiton in summer program.  Tehn she wqsa goin got go there teh following yhear.  Now they say they want her to go to the preschool disabled 4 year old class.   I mean did I miss something.  I was dumbfounded.  I mean if I knew that that is what they were planning I could have been better equipped to asked questions.  Is Zelda not doing as well as we all had thought? 

I know have so many questions and it frustrates me because I had the entire IEP team there this morning and was given new information and no time to process it.  Now I have questions. 

 

 

 

Its not just this school district.  From what I can see all school districts do the same thing.  I have been told that legally 7 to 10 days after the IEP meeting the parents are supposed to get a copy of the IEP.  Wouldn’t it have been much better if 7 to 10 days before parents received a working copy.  I mean there are parents who care and want to work with the school.   We are not the enemy.  If we both wants what is best for our children, they we should both be on the same page.  Maybe the law needs to be changed.