The idea of a baby coming out of your vagina is a strange one. Yes, it’s the way it’s supposed to happen, but that didn’t mean wrapping my mind around it was easy. There were moments in labor when I wondered why I hadn’t just scheduled another c-section, shown up at the appointed time and place, been sliced open and handed my baby. In the hard moments that seemed like the more civilized option.
When my first son – a butt-down, feet up breech baby refused to turn on his own – I decided that I would have a scheduled c-section. My doctor still offered the option to attempt a version (ECV) and induction, but I declined. It’s a strange feeling to have a planned birth. We woke up… Continue reading I Don’t Regret My C-Section