Loving Your Cesarean Scar
I am not talking about how you got onto that table. Whether it was scheduled, forced, emergency, enjoyable or traumatic, I am talking about survival. We did the unthinkable, to most women 100 years ago this wasn't an option.
I used to look at my c section scar and remember a trauma, that happened TO me. In the end, I forgave myself and eventually my doctor. I made decisions based on the information I had at the time, and that is all we can ask of ourselves.
Now, I look at that scar and see where my daughter was born. She is where my entire journey began. She can see it, and we share it. It is our scar together.
Right below hers, with the same start and finish points, but different middles, is my son's scar. Because sometimes a VBAC, while deeply desired and given every possible opportunity to happen, just doesn't happen. Now, I see where my daughter was born, and I see where my son was born. I love that they have the same beginning, different journey, and same ending.
Your cesarean birth may have changed the shape of your skin, or may have become a keloid scar. Maybe it even created this flap of skin, or it could just be the tiniest, cutest, little silver shimmering line that is barely even noticeable below your 6 pack abs. Maybe it reminds you of your Postpartum Depression, your home birth transfer, your altered birth plan, or even your babys planned birthday, but whichever it is, never forget you earned that badge. You too made decisions that were the best decisions for you and your baby at that time, with the information you had available to you. There should never be any shame in having a cesarean section. You have a tattoo that says "this is where my baby was born" and I encourage you to be proud if it! I know I am.
The Grosse Pointe Doula