With regards to yesterday’s post, I first want to thank everyone for the comments, messages and encouragements sent my way. And second, I want to make it clear that in no way was I trying to discredit or come down on anyone who has had a caesarean section for whatever reason. That was not the point I was trying to make at all.
The point I am making is that once again it feels like I’m being treated as a label, not an individual, that the doctors are looking at me as a type-1 diabetic, not as a person who has had a healthy pregnancy, that they’re quitting on me, simply because of my diabetes, before they even have a chance to see what I can do. And that frustrates the tears right out of me!
Sure, the idea of not having to go through the pain and endurance of labour sounded somewhat appealing, of course it did, but the minimum six-week recovery period afterwards, that doesn’t. Not one bit.
And the ensuing scar (I know this is going to sound shallow) that doesn’t entice me either. When you’ve lived nearly your whole life with a giant scar already covering half your belly, feel free to judge me then, but only then. If not, you can’t – you don’t know what it’s like. And it doesn’t matter how small and unobtrusive they tell me the scar will be, it doesn’t matter. They told my moms the same thing when I was three years old and had an appendix near burst. Didn’t quite work out that way.
Now, I’m not stupid, nor completely selfish. If in the end I do require a c-section for the health of my baby or myself, then yes, by all means cut me open – but my gawd, don’t you dare quit on me before even trying!