On the 27th October 2009 at 17:57, my little Noah made his way in to the world in to a brightly lit room, flooded with strangers and with the help of forceps.
Whilst this was a far cry from the birth I had envisioned or was heading towards only a couple of hours before, this was where I ended up...flat on my back, gripped with fear and numb from the waist down, my legs akimbo - like heavy, lifeless planks resting in stirrups with a flurry of action happening all around me and I remember staring up at the stark ceiling and thinking,
‘how the hell have I ended up here'
What I came to learn soon after my first birth was how common this outcome is and actually between 25% and 34% of women report their births as traumatic.
With this astoundingly high statistic, it left me wondering how there are still such misconceptions around the devastating affects birth trauma can have on couples and families.
For me those last hours in labour and in theater stripped me of so much more than...