I Had a C-Section or Three and I’m Really Not Sorry


I had another c-section  – and my daughter was a week early and weighed more than her big brother, so the chances of her being small enough to crank her noggin through my stingy pubic bones was probably not good.


Me with my second child, Sophie, after my c-section and a little lip gloss application. Because I am such an amazing mom that I couldn’t even find a picture of me with my firstborn (that was digital, anyway).

Baby # 3? Another c-section. Once again, I was unwilling to evict him for bragging rights. I DID however, end up having to have him evicted at 38 weeks because of high blood pressure (which is also the reason I was induced at 40 weeks + 1 day with my first. Pregnancy and my blood pressure do not agree.)

Would I advise an elective c-section? Do I think you should get one because you’re afraid of traditional childbirth or because it’s convenient for you or your physician? Hell to the no. To tell you the truth, I think that sounds like the worst idea ever. I mean, personally, I LOVE having a giant hole cut in my adbomen and then feeling like I’m going to DIE every time I stand up for the next 4 weeks, but I don’t think it’s all that healthy in general. (I hope you’re picking up my sarcasm here.)

If you can have your babies the good old-fashioned way, please do. If I could’ve I would’ve. That’s certainly what I planned to do.

But if you can’t, don’t apologize. I’m sure not going to, ever again.

Because you just freaking grew a human in your body for 9 months and then you made the absolute best decision possible about birthing it, and quite frankly, you’ve got better things to do than feeling guilty about that kid’s exit route.

So, I’m not sorry about my c-sections. And it would be great if everyone else stopped being sorry for me.

Jenny Rapson
Jenny Rapson
Jenny is a follower of Christ, a wife and mom of three from Ohio and a freelance writer and editor.

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