So last night was birthing class #1. I went into it kind of excited - definitely happy to be taking the class and looking forward to learning more about the birth process.
Boy was I wrong.
The first part of the class is pretty standard - what to expect from the classes, what we'd cover, ect. A half hour into it, she starts talking about signs that something is wrong. Ok, that was fine. We talk about all the things that you should call your doctor about - pretty standard stuff.
Then she gets into the section about preterm labor. I had a total and complete panic attack.
She starts explaining about fetal moving and how we should do kick counts and feel 10 kicks or movements or some kind of something in a hour. AN HOUR!? Sometimes if I get 10 kicks a day I'm lucky. I think that was when my husband sensed my freak out happening. I tried to calm down though and I'm going to talk to my doctor about it tomorrow at my appointment.
Then she talks about contractions and what they are and all that. She explains that if we go to L&D to have our baby monitored (other than when we're in labor) they'll do a non-stress test. I didn't know it, but that's what they did to me when I went into premature labor with my last pregnancy. So she's explaining the monitors and the paper that comes out of the machine and how it measures the baby's heartbeat and they give you a button to press when you have a contraction....all stuff I already had lived thorough.
I had no idea talking about it would bother me so much! I turned beet red and I got really hot and then my eyes welled up with tears. It was awful. Dh kept asking me if I was okay and if it was because of the 10-kicks-an-hour thing. I couldn't even talk to him and I was afraid everyone in the room would see I was upset. It was terrible.
Then another lady in the class starts talking about how she had already been to the hospital twice for the non-stress test and how it was fine each time. She also said she had cramping and back pain and blah blah blah...I wanted to scream for her to shut-up, we didn't want to hear how everything was fine after that. I seriously felt crazy for a few minutes!
Thankfully, the instructor moved on pretty quickly (onto the water breaking - another thing I had lived through - UGH) but I managed to tune her out and pull myself together. Between my hormones, which I swear I can literally FEEL going crazy, being overtired and the reaction I had to the preterm labor stuff, I was done. The rest of the class wasn't too bad - except another lady kept asking about horror-show type labor stories...I'll spare you the details but it was pretty dramatic and I found a little funny because she thought some crazy things would happen to her.
The last part of class was the baby being born movie. Oh boy. It was pretty graphic, which I had expected but of course I was in tears again. Not surprisingly, since I teared up at the breastfeeding video and at commercials - especially those involving puppies or babies. Aaaah! I'm going to ask if this is normal but everyone seems to think it is.
The movie scared the hell out of me.
Dh and I went to dinner after class - he could tell I was pretty upset and emotionally exhausted. Right after we ordered, I totally lost it and broken down. I told him I didn't know if I could do the whole labor part of this (not that I have an option!) and that until the movie, I was really confident I could but the movie kind of scared me. I am completely freaked out. That paired with my previous panic attack and I had a meltdown right in the restaurant.
He was really good to me and reassured me that I - and we - can do this. He reminds me that I'm not alone, which is really great to hear. I feel better today but I'm still feeling a little worn out after the class.
I'm hoping next week's birthing class goes much better.