I agree with Henny
@Redhead Rae.
Keep after them!
I was a VBAC by the way.
Back when it was NEVER done.
My mom had an unbelievably traumatic cesarean delivery of my brother. Total placental abruption.
Her exterior incision went from her belly button to her pubic bone.
That means her inside incision was huge too.
They were in a hurry.
Oh my god!!!!! My mom used to tell this story so perfectly!
I was born in 1962. She had me VBAC because she dragged her feet on purpose getting to the hospital because she didn’t want another cesarean. She was eating cornflakes with banana slices, standing up with her legs crossed while her best friend was ironing her nightgowns before they packed them in her suitcase. And my dad and the best friend’s husband were downstairs having a “drink” to kill time.
Rather than drop the ladies off at the door to the hospital my dad parked two blocks away. (It was a city hospital.)
My dad and the other husband were wayyyyyy ahead of the ladies because my mom kept being stopped by contractions.
Then the hospital couldn’t reach her doctor. They left messages for him all over town.
It was the first day of work for the new residents and the kid who showed up hadn’t deivered a baby “all by himself yet” so he literally laid across my mom’s lower abdomen while studying a textbook.
The head nurse told him to get out of the way, that she’d delivered “plenty” of babies “all by herself”.
As I was coming out, my moms real doctor showed up, but since his hands were dirty, AND HE WAS SMOKING A CIGARETTE IN THE DELIVERY ROOM,
The nurse delivered me!
Ta-daaa!!!!!