After my first child was delivered via C-section, my doctor told me I’d never have a vaginal delivery. Here’s how and why I proved her wrong.
I’m so excited to be sharing my story on Scary Mommy today!
My husband and I paid zero attention to the C-section portion of our birthing class. We weren’t having one of those. We were having a good old-fashioned, drugged-up, vaginal birth, so all that other stuff didn’t apply. That was until I was three hours into pushing, epidural wearing off, and the doctor came in to explain I’d need a C-section. It turns out we didn’t really need much instruction on the topic, as the doctors and nurses did most of the work. My husband mastered the Gobsmacked Dad role with minimal direction, and I nailed my part as I Think I Can Feel That No. 3.
Despite being cast in a play we don’t remember auditioning for, the baby and I both made it through surgery fine. The days that followed were rougher than I imagined they’d be though. If you’ve had a C-section, you know the agony that is the first post-surgery shower. You know the hell of recovering from major surgery, riding out a hurricane of postpartum hormones and caring for a new baby.