đź’™Caesarean Awareness Month đź’™
I know the spelling is wrong but the sentiment still stands. I risked my life to give life. There were so many risks to that operation that when she was reeling them off (just prior to my emergency caesarean) I screamed “I consent to the lot” (mainly through pain as they’d taken my gas and air off me lol).
I’ve read in many places that caesarean mums are “lazy” because they didn’t choose a vaginal birth. Some of us, and friends of mine, didn’t have the luxury of choice. Our babies were in critical need.
The recovery from a caesarean is one I’ll not forget. They tell you to not lift a kettle, or an iron, or anything heavier than your baby (at 9lb 2oz, that gave me scope). I relied heavily on my Mum’s two weeks off for her practical support. I then developed an infection in my scar, and required antibiotics. I was sad the birth I had was not one I was either wanting or prepared for.
It angers me that caesarean mums are referred to as this. My recovery made the first few magical days that much more difficult. I thank God for the consultants and midwifes monitoring me. Without them, Oliver would have gotten further in distress and (without sounding too dramatic) I could’ve lost him. This surgery is there to save lives, reduce risks and intervene when situations need it.
That surgery saved his life, and gave me a reason to live mine. For that, I’ll always be a proud sunroof mum.
The Warrior Within 