I am a proud belly birther.
When I was preparing for my birth, a cesarean was the absolute last thing I wanted to do.
However, as the day of Remy’s birth drew near, and I thought more and more about our options, I decided that if a cesarean was needed then I would go with the flow.
As it turned out, we had a cesarean. I told the doctors as they were getting the paperwork ready for the operation that I wanted it to be called a “surprise cesarean” rather than an emergency cesarean because, there was no emergency or life-threatening factors attached to the cesarean. The simple fact was my waters had broken hours ago and risk of infection was increasing, Remy was stuck, I was at 6cm and we were all exhausted and wanted him here already.
I was wheeled up the theatre, dosed up on drugs and waited for my baby to be born.
I had my favorite artist playing over the stereo, and I tuned into the music as the doctors did their thing.
I heard Remy’s cry and I teared up. He was finally here, and it was over. Nine months of waiting all brought down to a single moment. They bundled him up and handed him to us to hold while I was stitched up.
My baby was in my arms and that is all I needed. How he got here did not matter.
Having a cesarean is not an event it’s a journey. It is major surgery and takes time to recovery, physically and emotionally. There are days where I feel tenderness and pain around the scar. And there are days where I look at myself in the mirror and feel disgusted by my body. And then, there are days where I have freedom of movement and am proud of myself and my strength and my ability to birth my baby.
If you were to look at me nurturing, feeding, playing with, and loving my baby, you would never know the birth journey we had. You would only see and happy mum and a thriving bub.
Be proud and stand strong, my fellow belly birthers . You are warrior women!