Renee, on September 22nd, 1979, I went into labor. Actually, it was at 1 a.m. on the 23rd, but I'd been having cramps all day. I was staying at my parent's house & my mom woke up with me. I was trying to go to the bathroom & nothing would come out. She wisely sat me down on a towel on the couch & asked me what I was feeling. It's so hard to describe it, but it was awful & seemed to take over every limb of my body and I felt like I was going to squish flat onto the floor. Then out came the mucus plug, & then the water. I didn't know what was happening because of all the billion pregnancy books I'd read, I'd never heard anything that sounded like this. My mom said, "Honey, you're in labor." I said, "No, I'm not. It can't be." But she'd given birth to 8 kids so I had to listen to her.
I called my estranged spouse to tell him I needed a ride to the hospital & he'd better get his sorry ass out of bed & get over here. Took two phone calls to truly rouse him. Then we got in his truck, which was a real challenge--the walking to it, the lifting my leg high enough to get in--and headed to the hospital.
Huge cramps started coming in waves. I didn't know I was already 6 centimeters dilated. So I said, "Wait, stop. Go back. I don't want to do this. I changed my mind. Take me home!" I was like that all the way to the hospital, insisting that I didn't need to go because I'd changed my mind about giving birth.
My beautiful boy Avery was born at 10:05 on September 23, 8 lbs, 9 oz, 22 1/2 inches long. He was so long the back of his neck was presenting instead of his forehead. He was 3 weeks overdue.
I had second thoughts, you could say, in spades, and nothing has ever been harder to do in my life than give birth to that wonderful person, but bariatric surgery? Piece of cake, baby. You might even be a little embarrassed at how much you feared it after it's all done. There's pain & nausea, but nothing worse than and episiotomy with 21 stitches & trying to keep my uterus from falling out for the next week, not to mention the staple gun chomp on my nipples when I nursed him the first few times.
And they didn't even give me some pain pills to take home with me!
So listen, kid. You are going to be fine. Let those 2nd thoughts wash over you but try to keep us all, your friends here who really care for you, in your thoughts. We did it & so can you. And look at the joy we all feel! It's almost as good as birthing a beautiful baby!