Today is the day!

I probably should get packing, since I have to leave for the hospital in about 30 minutes.  And, yeah, uncharacteristically for me, I not only haven’t packed, I haven’t written a list of what to pack either.  I guess it speaks to how surreal it seems to make an appointment to have a baby.

In any case, she’s coming today.  And apparently she’s going to have the same birthday as JLo’s twins, who were born this morning.

Wish me luck!  I’m, of course, looking forward to meeting this little girl and seeing what she looks like.  I’m also looking forward to getting something to drink after I have her… the no food or drink after midnight on the day you have surgery is kind of rough when the surgery doesn’t start until 12:45…

The Vagina Warriors

I think it’s time. In fact, I think it’s long past time. I’m going to brave the wrath of the vagina warriors and tell them why I think they suck. 🙂 And I’ll do it with a smile, as I prepare for my planned c-section.

I am so tired of people who think that they have any right to tell me what kind of birth I should have. Unless you are my doctor, it’s none of your concern. Yes, I am having a c-section. Yes, I know that VBACs are possible, but I appreciate your assumption that I don’t educate myself on all of my options before choosing one.

I tried labor both ways with Oliver.  After 5 hours of pushing, I had an emergency C-section performed because Oliver was in trouble.  He wound up with meconium aspiration, and they were worried that he would develop pneumonia (luckily, he didn’t; he recovered remarkably fast and has been a healthy sturdy little boy ever since).  Still, he was in the NICU for 5 days as a result.  Why would I risk that again?

I found that a vaginal birth wasn’t really to my liking anyway.  I’m really sort of a private person (as I reveal all of this on the internet hehe) when it comes to my body, and I just wasn’t comfortable with so many people paying attention to areas that I’d rather keep to myself.  I found the whole experience to be humiliating and degrading for me.  I know that others don’t feel the same way, and that’s fine for them.  I didn’t like it.  It seems much more humane, to me, for me, to have a c-section.

Still, the vagina warriors are at work.  There is so little written about c-sections, and when you mention to anyone that you have had one, they start asking questions–as if it’s any of their business about my medical history, or the intimate details of my delivery.  People are so quick to judge, and I don’t understand why.  Because I wasn’t prepared for a c-section, I, like many women, was shocked and sad afterwards.  Maybe if I hadn’t had an epidural?  Maybe if I had tried to push again?  Maybe I did something wrong?

Now, to all my c-section sisters, I say whatever!  I had a c-section.  And I had a baby boy, and he was and is wonderful.  I refuse to get defensive about it–there is nothing to defend.  I am going to deliver another baby, and I’m going to do it the way that makes sense and works for me.  I don’t care about others’ opinions of me, and if someone gets rude or offensive to me about my decisions–which are none of their business anyway–I’m going to let them know how I feel about it and them.

I don’t feel like this post is as cohesive or coherent as I’d like.  My point, though, is to convey to all the vagina warriors out there–leave mine alone.


Today is one of my sleep-in days.  I took this week off of work, and, like on the weekends, Conner is going to get up with Oliver so that I can sleep in.

But at 6:00 I woke up with some terrible heartburn and a craving for milk.  So, here I sit.

What’s in a Name?

We didn’t have a hard time coming up with Oliver’s name.  But choosing a name for this little girl has not been nearly as easy.

It is entirely possible, though, that we finally have one.  Of course, I’m not telling what it is until we have her–I’m tired of everyone weighing in and telling me how much they don’t like the names that I do.  So, she’ll get her name and if people don’t like it, they can keep it to themselves because it will be too late.

Of course, that didn’t stop anyone from making comments about Oliver’s middle names.

The C-Section Blues

Five more days till I have my second C!

One of my biggest complaints about the people who write pregnancy books is that they don’t focus nearly enough time and pages on C-sections.  Most of the literature out there is on preventing c-sections.  Doing a search on Amazon for books using the keyword ‘cesarean section’ results in 4 books about c-sections or recovery from c-sections on the first page.  The first page also has 3 books on preventing a c-section, as well as two on having a VBAC.  There are also some others that aren’t clear about where they stand, or are about childbirth in general.

What to Expect, your generic pregnancy book, doesn’t devote much time and attention to c-sections, and mainly focuses on how to prevent them.  Considering that between a quarter and a third of all births in the US are delivered via c-section, you’d think there would be more written about it.

There are lots of reasons to have a c-section, but since most women aren’t educated about these reasons ahead of time, it’s no surprise that there can be a lot of mixed feelings after having an unexpected one.  For me, the most difficult part was that I was wholly unprepared for it.  I had no idea what the recovery would be like.  It was incredibly frustrating, and being that it was so hard to find anything that discussed it in an objective fashion, it was even more difficult to learn about the best ways to recover.

Anyway, a fun fact about C-sections:

1.  The term cesarean section is redundant.  While it is often speculated that a Cesarean section is so named because Julius Caesar was supposedly delivered via c-section, my understanding is that this is a myth.  The etymology can be traced to the Latin word ‘caedere’, which means to cut.  Thus, the cut-section delivery is actually repetitive.

Expect to see more blogging about c-sections.  I plan on calling out the group that I will now refer to as the ‘vagina warriors’.  I am tired of being told that having a c-section isn’t something I should plan for, isn’t something that I should want, and isn’t an adequate way of giving birth.

And I’m back!

Writing the title brings to mind the SNL sketch with the guy on the radio show… ‘… and we’re back!’.  I’m pretty sure that one of the first times I saw that sketch when was Conner had his appendix out and we were watching TV… and watching SNL, when it’s funny, is most definitely not the best way to deal with the pain of recent abdominal surgery.

The benefit is that now Conner understands when I have my c-section that abdominal pain is no joke.

Anyway, it’s been crazy busy for awhile, and I’ve gotten lax about writing, but hopefully with the impending arrival (within the week!) of the newest member of our little family, and my maternity leave, I’ll at least be posting links to pictures.