My mom called today to check on me and in the course of our conversation, I asked her what her delivery of me was like. She has never talked much about giving birth to me, but my grandmother has some real horror stories. She was in labor for days with my mom, whose head got stuck crowning, plus she stayed stuck a lot longer than was really safe, and despite all the interventions (and lack thereof) available in 1949, the doctor resorted to a c-section. He told my grandfather that it was a miracle that my grandmother had survived that long and prepared him that she might very well die, and he added that if my mother survived, she would be profoundly retarded. I figured if mom had a nightmare story, she and my grandmother would have had dueling birth stories at some point. And since they hadn't, I assumed that she had a pretty uneventful birth and pushed me out with no problems. I knew she'd had an episiotomy that became a 4th degree tear, and that once she got home she was bedridden for a couple of months, but I'd never heard her complain at all about my actual birth.
Well, guess what? Mom also had her labor induced, I got stuck in HER pelvis for 4 hours, she also had an episiotomy, and I was removed by forceps--but only after mom was offered a c-section, which she declined because at the time she had no health insurance. By the way, I was a full pound smaller than Sam!!!
How the crap didn't I know this already??? My narrow pelvis is genetic. I wish I had known this sooner. I might have worried less about the validity of my c-section.