I don’t know if any of you other mommies out there in cyberspace have experienced c-section shame… but I’m pretty sure I have. Don’t read me wrong here. I’m not ashamed for having had a c-section, but I do feel as though I’ve been shamed by a few other mommies because I had one. Of course they didn’t come out and say it in so many words but they did sort of, somewhat, in a round about way imply that I hadn’t “finished” the job and gave me the impression that “c-section” is now a bad word, something to sweep under the rug.
What gives ladies? While I may have not “pushed the watermelon through the straw”, I most certainly worked my prego butt off giving birth to that baby. I pushed with some serious effort for an hour and a half and only after the Dr. told me that the baby wasn’t gonna come out the old fashioned way and she didn’t want to take a chance that my sweet little angel might be born with a “bum arm” if her shoulders got stuck, did I agree to a c-section. So believe me when I say it wasn’t for a lack of trying. Not to mention the fact that I had been having contractions for let’s just call it F-O-R-E-V-E-R!!!
I for one would never judge a woman for how her baby is delivered. The important thing is that the baby is delivered safe and sound and mom makes a full recovery. So to all you mommies out there that have had a shhhh… “c-section”, I promise to never make a face when you tell me you had a “c”, or think bad about you for having an epidural, or tell you how it’s “too bad you didn’t get to experience the entire birthing process,” ‘cuz honie… no matter how you deliver your baby you’ve earned a badge of honor in my book. Pregnancy is like preparing for war. Labor is the war. Motherhood is the 100 years occupation that comes after you’ve conquered your opponent.
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