April is C-Section Awareness Month
Before they happened, to be honest, I had no idea what was involved in getting a C-section. I have gone through two C-sections (the first was unplanned and the second was the only medical option). After my first, I felt defeated. I felt that I didn’t pace the halls long enough, bounce on the birthing ball just right, breathe in a perfect cadence, and meticulously listen to all the instructions of the nurses to “naturally” have my first son. I was determined to “VBAC” the second time. I lost the baby weight, strengthened my pelvic floor, and was ready for my victory over being what I thought was “robbed” of my ability to bring my child into the world.
Well, life has a tricky way of throwing you a curveball. About 5 weeks into the second pregnancy, I found out I had a subchronic hematoma and a vanishing twin. We had a 10% chance of making it out of the first trimester. Shortly after entering the second trimester, I received a call from Maternal Fetal Medicine stating my alpha fetal proteins were elevated and I needed to come in right away. My husband and I went in, met with the genetic counselors then proceeded into the ultrasound room. There, my hopes of ever having a VBAC were gone. I found out that I was facing a tougher battle. I was diagnosed with a leaking placenta, Grade 4 complete placenta previa, and had suspected accrete(it turns out that I had postpartum accrete). Weeks 14 through 32 were filled with highs and lows. But Week 33and 34 changed me forever. At Week 33, I was rushed to the hospital with strong contractions and hemorrhaging. After multiple shots and three IV lines, and a sleepless night filled with a parade of nurses and doctors, I was moved to a room in the Ante Partum section of the hospital, my home for one more week. At Week 34, hemorrhage number two brought my second and final child into the world via emergency C-section.
Occasionally, I will see a piece written bashing C-section moms, and hear unkind things people have said to others and myself about a C-section. I am not here to say which one is better or to debate who earned their stripes more as a mom. I have complete respect to anyone who takes on the role as a mom, dad, step-mom or step-dad. Because it makes no different how a child entered this Earth, but how they are treated, respected and loved. Each child is a gift and a blessing.
So, nothing but respect to the mom who gave birth naturally (medicated or not), had a scheduled, unplanned, or emergency C-section, to the mom whose child grew in her heart and not in her uterus. We all are responsible for giving this sacred thing called life and nurturing the greatest gift on Earth, a child. So, be proud of your blessing and yourself. No matter how your child arrived in your life. You are truly blessed and supportive to each mom you meet. Respect their birth story because you do not know what it took for them to meet their beautiful blessing.