Before giving birth, just hearing the phrase “C-Section” made me cringe. I always believed that a C-Section was for women who were having trouble with their pregnancy, not me. I was blessed with a super easy and great pregnancy. To give you an idea of how easy it was…I actually enjoyed being pregnant! Lets just say I was blessed.
An easy pregnancy only meant one thing in my mind, an all-natural birth. None of my relatives had ever had a C-section so why would I? I am young; I can easily push a little 6-pound baby out, no problem!
As newbies, my husband and I took a birthing class full of tons of overwhelming information. After leaving the class, I was convinced that I was going to go strictly by my birthing plan…no meds and all natural. I paid no attention to the C-section part of the class because I felt as though I didn’t need to know about that. Plus, to be honest, it scared me a lot just thinking about it.
Then came the day that every new parent anticipates, delivery day! I was four days late and my little one wasn’t as active as usual so they sent me in to do a non-stress test, you know a precaution. Turns out they induced me that day. Okay, so I didn’t really plan to be induced, but I still was going with my birth plan, no epidural and all natural.
Next, they had to break my water. Again, not part of my all-natural birth plan, but I continued with no epidural and, wow, was I feeling the pain.
Unfortunately, this is where things went downhill. My contractions were not as close together anymore and my baby girl’s heartbeat dropped a little. My doctor warned me that if her heartbeat dropped again, we would have to do a C-section. At this point I was still hopeful that I could make it without an epidural and especially without the scary C-word!
Around 5 in the morning, about 9 hours after I was induced, my mom looked at one of the monitors and instantly ran out of the room. Within seconds, four nurses came rushing in, flipped me on my knees, and tried to recover my baby’s lost heartbeat. They couldn’t find her heartbeat at all! From there all I remember is being rushed out of the room and seeing my mom sobbing. Next thing I knew, I was laying on a surgery table asking where my husband was. Thankfully, he rushed in just in time.
I was feeling a lot of pulling and some discomfort when, finally, I heard that beautiful cry that every mother waits for. Such a relief! Even better news: her heart was perfect! They stitched me up, and I was finally able to see my little one.
Needless, to say the recovery period was anything but fun, and as any mother that has experienced a C-section knows, it was painful. After a month or two, I made a full recovery.
Now, when I look down at my scar, I am proud of it. I love it and I wear it with pride because it symbolizes my miracle. It symbolizes the pain and suffering all women go through (pregnancy and birth) to deliver a miraculous little human being. Some mothers don’t have that constant reminder of the miracle of delivering a perfect little baby.
I’m just a lucky one that has a scar, or as I like to call it: my baby’s mark that she left on me. She will forever be a part of me, and I have a constant reminder of that. I will look at that scar no matter where I am or where she may be and know that she will always be my baby.