When I talk about my C-section, I often find myself navigating a conversation filled with terms like “medically necessary” (which it wasn’t) or “big baby” (he was, but many women have larger babies naturally). Sometimes, people accept my words with a nod and a glance of sympathy before the topic shifts. Other times, they demand more details, eager to inform me that most women can give birth naturally, and that the experience can be incredibly empowering. They express anger on my behalf, as if I were coerced into surgery, tossing around statistics and phrases like “unnecesarean.” I leave those discussions feeling a mix of embarrassment and shame, nodding along as if I agree with their sentiments.
It is indeed true that birth can be a profound experience, and ideally, every mother should feel that empowerment. However, I had no compelling medical reason for my C-section. For survivors of previous trauma, such as sexual assault, the prospect of natural childbirth can be daunting. I can only imagine how giving birth could trigger painful memories, possibly leading to a breakdown—an experience where the details resurface, nightmares return, and fear takes hold. The thought of being in a sterile environment, feet in stirrups, while a stranger dictates what happens to my body—again—was terrifying. The gentle words of a nurse, “Just breathe, honey. It will all be over soon,” felt hollow.
C-section rates are climbing; currently, around 1 in 3 births are performed via abdominal surgery. For many women, the reasons for this decision lie more in their mental health than in physical necessity. I had every intention of experiencing a natural birth. I read extensively, spoke to friends about their empowering journeys, and envisioned myself managing contractions with deep breaths while my partner supported me.
Yet, throughout my pregnancy, the trauma I had endured loomed in the background. It created a tension during every medical appointment, where my body felt like a subject of examination rather than a vessel of life. I tried to ground myself, talking to my baby and applying therapeutic strategies that had helped me before. I drank raspberry leaf tea, watched birthing videos, and even attended acupuncture sessions.
In the end, it wasn’t enough. At 40 weeks and 2 days, I broke down in the midwife’s office. My baby, weighing about 8.5 pounds, wasn’t engaged, and terms like “induction” and “forceps” sent my heart racing. I yearned for a calm, serene environment, one filled with soft music and gentle breathing—not a clinical setting where my body was on a schedule and interventions loomed.
I refused to let my birth experience mirror my trauma. Choosing surgery felt liberating; I willingly signed the consent form and embraced the remaining days of my pregnancy with joy. Yes, I could have opted for a vaginal birth, but would I have jeopardized my mental health? Would I risk reliving past horrors? I made a decision for my well-being—one I still stand by today. My son was born in an operating room, and my husband and I laughed as the doctor handed him to us. We laughed, not just because he was here, but because we were safe.
Many women share similar histories; some may achieve the quiet, healing birth they desire, while others may feel overwhelmed by impending interventions. Some choose surgery knowingly, finding freedom in the predictability of that choice. Ultimately, it’s about having control and feeling heard. It’s a matter of looking at oneself and saying, “You are strong. You have survived, and you will continue to thrive.”
The scar on my body is a testament to a choice I made. I cherish it and hold gratitude for what it represents. If you ever find yourself in conversation with someone like me, who may seem hesitant to discuss the details of their C-section, be respectful. Avoid probing; they likely already know their options and carry deeper scars that may not be visible.
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In summary, my C-section story is one of choice and empowerment. It’s not just about the method of delivery but about the journey of reclaiming my body and my narrative.
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