A little over one year ago, I published a few posts in my “Getting a C-Section” series (click here to read the first, second, and third posts) with the intent to finish the entire series by the end of April — Cesarean Awareness Month.
But, as sometimes happens in life, I became too busy with other obligations, and I never finished writing about my experience.
Now, as April 2020 comes to an end, I’m revisiting this time in my life and finishing the series.
Later today, I’ll share how I recovered within the immediate aftermath of my first C-section. And tomorrow, I’ll share my reflections as I look back at that time in my life, nearly three years removed from the incident and after delivering my second child .
Given everything that’s going on within the world — a.k.a. being a working mother, a flawed wife, and a modern-day woman constantly struggling with mental health issues amidst a global pandemic — it seems a bit strange to return to this period. It seems like a drop in the bucket amidst the world’s problems.
It’s made even more strange given that the past few years (including going through the procedure a second time) have allowed me to appreciate the experience and recognize how it has shaped me into who I am today — as a mother, as a wife, as a woman.
But I think that’s why I want to take the time to revisit that series now. So that I can recount that time with more reverence, more wisdom.
And, of course, so that I can finish telling my story. For individuals who might take comfort in knowing someone else has gone through this. But, most importantly, for myself.
So, here’s to Cesarean Awareness Month. And to C-section moms everywhere.