I saw this post on Facebook today and I have seen it many times since I’ve joined Facebook and that was 18 years after I had my son via C-section. He was 32 weeks gestation when he was born and he weighed 4 lbs. 11 oz. and he was 17.6 inches long. He was eight weeks premature and stayed in the hospital for 31 days after his birth. The hardest month of my life!!! He’s 23 now.
Days afyer I gave birth to him, I was told that I was walking too slow and I was hoisted over someone’s shoulder to speed up the process. That’s the kind of pain that you just suck air in because it hurts too much to breathe out! A few of my staples popped, and I have the scar to prove it.
Back then, I was told that, “It’s just a scratch!” to which I always responded that they cut through my guts to get him out of my body!
Seeing and reading this post today reminded me how much of a big deal this actually was:
C-section.
It’s the only major surgery where seven layers of your body are opened—and just six hours later, you’re expected to be on your feet, caring for another human being.
While society often normalizes it, a cesarean is a serious abdominal surgery that comes with real risks: infection, blood loss, and complications from anesthesia—and yet, moms rise.
If you became a mother through a C-section, know this:
YOU ARE STRONGER THAN YOU THINK.
And that? That’s something to be damn proud of. ❤️❤️❤️
