H is for… Hormonal Madness
This is inspired by @cosmicgirlie’s post the other day querying whether coming off of Cerazette saved her life, in which she mentions the hormonal roller coaster that she experienced while taking it. And upon which my comment about contraception made her say:
Er… @MrsLJHall your comment has me clutching my face in an open mouthed terrified scream. Much like “Scream”
I won’t repeat my somewhat insane comment on my own blog, that would be folly…
Instead I’ll tell you an even more unbelievable tale which demonstrates for me the height of ‘hormonal madness’, by which I mean those actions that when looked at in an unhormonal state look utterly insane.
The birth of my first son was, to say the least, traumatic. Without wishing to force TMI upon you, nothing went as it should. I went in at 7am on a Monday and he was finally born very late on the Wednesday. There was a lot of blood loss and I lost consciousness. That is the abridged version.
So. When I was pregnant with my second son, I sought early assurances from the consultants, doctors, midwives and cleaning staff that I would be able to have a c-section and not have to go through the birth process again – especially as the zillions of midwives first time around had told me it seemed that my body ‘just couldn’t do labour’.
In the early stages most people vaguely murmured that it would be ok, however as the due date grew closer my consultant grew ever less assuring of this fact. I got in a bit of a state about it as I just couldn’t face going through it again. I know that some woman get a little irrational while pregnant and I guess I may be holding my hands up to that one. At about 7 months gone I plucked up the courage to ask ‘will I definitely have a c-section?’ – he barely looked at me and said ‘we’ll see, but I don’t see why you shouldn’t try first’.
I cried and cried. I was terrified. At about 8 months gone I had another check up with ‘the man’. He was known to be not overly comforting and wasn’t the easiest man to talk to – a bedside manner had never been introduced to him.
Before I let him examine me, I asked him again about the c-section. He gave me the same answer and picked up his stethoscope. I didn’t move to let him examine me, instead I looked him (tearfully) straight in the eye and said “I don’t think you understand, either you book me in for a c-section or I am leaving here now and walking under a bus.”
He reached into his drawer, took out the book, and said “Is Tuesday the 10th ok?”
So, make me feel less nuts, have you done anything mental under the influence of hormones?
Love it.!!
LMAO That’s awesome. You’re some kind of hero 😀
xx
Things are so routine in the Hospitals they forget that to us it’s all major!! So pleased you made him see, your body, your decision!
Done lots of crazy hormone things, but nothing I can think of right now 🙂
Under the influence of pregnancy hormones I refused to acknowledge I was pregnant. I decided it was a mistake. Every time a stage proved I was pregnant, I’d expect the next stage to show it was all a mistaken. I was ill, the medical professionals asked me to consider termination.
As I “was not” pregnant I didn’t accept “congratulations” on being pregnant very well. And as for anything else – I was not going to go to hospital and I was certainly NOT going to labour or push and certainly not be wired up to any machines or become involved in any medicalised process. However I played the game and attended the appointments I had to, hoping that one would show it was all a big mistake and I cried a lot each time it didn’t.
I realised as things progressed that a “birth activity” might have to occur to prove I wasn’t pregnant. So I planned a 7 hours first stage, 15 minutes second and natural third stage (no injection thank you very much!) at home, in water with no pain, just pleasure. The medical professionals, acknowledging I was ill, smiled and nodded and said there there (well to my face anyway) and told me that I might have to go in an ambulance and into the hospital. Love them I even had a personal visit arranged to see the hospital and the inside of an ambulance.
I was lucky. I didn’t go to hospital, I had a home water birth in my child’s bedroom. I used self-hypothesis and I didn’t really labour and I didn’t really push. It was a surreal enjoyable experience and my timings were almost spot on, my second stage taking 2 minutes longer than I predicted.
I was shocked to find I did actually have a baby (something I initially had to believe I was only looking after) and I was glad I’d been “mad” enough not to allow the machine to consume me and make me do it their way. Hormone madness maybe, but I prefer to think inner genius and self belief when it was really important. My actions worked for me.
Lol! That’s one way to get what you want!
Much of my life has been ruled by my hormones, and not in a good way. Hormones tore apart my marriage and made having children (I have 2) a genuinely hideous experience. Each month I ask the doctor if I can have something to help after I’ve spent at least a week haranguing everyone in sight. They don’t seem to understand how debilitating it is. I am determined that one day they will.
This month my eldest started to show signs of moody hormonalness. Poor chicky. I wrapped her up with a hot water bottle and some chocolate and we watched a DVD together while she whimpered. I hope she has an easier time of it than I have.