I’m not sure why, but when you announce you’re pregnant other mothers start telling you their birth horror stories. Like some kind of sadistic right of passage. Thank you Karen, I don’t need to be repeatedly told I’m going to shit myself. We are all aware of what can happen, but we do it anyway and quite frankly after the year I had before having Mallory even the worst birth stories didn’t phase me.
But for #csectionawarenessmonth I wanted to share a positive story about caesareans. Ours was planned because Mallory was in an unstable transverse lie, because I have a bicornuate uterus, so there was nothing we could do that would send her vertical and lord knows I would shit myself if I tried to push her out sideways.
Despite an early morning emergency with Indi (our dog) which almost caused Matt to miss the birth completely, he arrived and we were prepped as the first of the day. We had music playing, we were chatting away with the team and despite feeling like someone was doing the washing up in my tummy, I felt no pain. Then my consultant held Mallory up like Rafiki held up Simba and she let out an almighty scream.
We had delayed cord clamping and skin on skin in recovery. Not all birth stories are horror stories and I definitely didn’t shit myself (that I know of).