April…Caesarean Awareness Month
I didn’t know this was even a thing until this April. I had two c-sections and boy am I happy there is an entire month dedicated to the awareness and education surrounding the topic.
Very few people truly know all the details of Noah’s birth, we notice some people like to down plan the severity of it while others just don’t agree that a c-section was the only way. So, here’s the story;
He was an emergency section. I was in labour for nearly 12 hours when the doctors and nurses realized something was wrong. Looking back at everything that night and truly recalling the details my husband and I start to realize that we almost lost our first born. No one told us how bad it was, they all just kept a smile and lovingly told us what to do next. It wasn’t until they purposely broke my water that things really took a turn for the worse. I now know they did that because they knew something was already wrong and needed confirmation on what to do next. Noah’s heart rate dropped to non-existent, they tried putting fluid back in me which did help…until it drained out and his heart rate dropped again. Alarms were going off, countless nurses and doctors were in and out constantly, they told Darion to get out of the way. And still smiles and reassuring words were all we knew. These people did everything they could to never let on that something was wrong, they wanted us to have a happy stress-free experience. When they told me, they had to call the on-call doctor to come in that should have been the first sign that this was serious. But she came in like a breath of fresh air, held my hand, smiled at me and looked into my eyes and said “We’re going into surgery now because something is wrong, and we don’t know what. Everything is going to be ok, we will take the best care of you and baby, but this is not up for discussion.” Even then I didn’t believe something could be wrong, honestly, I was just thankful I wasn’t going to be in pain anymore. Within minutes I was in surgery and they were pulling him out. His umbilical cord was so tightly wrapped around one of his legs that it was cutting off all circulation…all oxygen. Had I once not trusted the nurses and doctors involved in his birth, we might not have him today. The series of events once looked back upon were clearly all done with purpose and careful thought.
I have been told straight to my face that I made the wrong decision to have a c-section. I want to say to anyone that thinks that is; would you have chosen possible death over surgery? Would you have let your ego get in the way of people honestly trying to help? And then why would anyone feel they are entitled to have an opinion on how I chose to birth my children? I have two healthy and happy boys. Why does my choice to birth them differently than you make me wrong? Sometimes I am almost ashamed to tell people I had an elected c-section with Myles. But what those people don’t understand is the mental anguish I have gone through thinking about how we could have lost Noah, and how if I had let me ego get in the way that sweet boy wouldn’t be here today. How if he had died… Myles probably wouldn’t be here either because I wouldn’t have been strong enough mentally and emotionally to go through it all again.
Remember everyone’s birth stories are different and unique and almost none of them are wrong. Use kindness and empathy when listening to someone’s story, not judgement. Educate yourself on the topic so you can better understand what someone has been through. And listen with open ears and an open heart and remember it’s their life and they did what any mother did…they brought a child into this world.