I like to think that I am an open person, meaning that I am open to how people live their lives and I’m cool with it. I am an accepting person and believe that people make their own decisions about their lives and I have no say in it.
Sure, if they ask my opinion I will give it, but I always stress to them that the decision is theirs.
I’d never tell anyone what to do, how to do it or why I would do it a certain way.
It’s just not my bag, baby.
I’ve never spoken about my girls births like this before but February is C-Section Awareness Month and I want the world to know that I had a c-section with both of my girls and I had them by choice.
Yes, there were medical reasons to my choice but I still choose to have them that way. I had a choice to risk their lives and I decided that it was in their best interest to play it safe and have them delivered in a sterile operating room.
And I’m not ashamed of it.
I have had women try to shame me into feeling like a worthless piece of shit for having my babies the way I did, one even telling me that I really wasn’t a mother since my babes didn’t come out the chute.
I think I gave that woman the finger.
Mature, I know.
My point is that the births of both of my girls were wonderful, special, moving, beautiful and full of happy tears.
The point is they arrived!
The point is they are here.
Having them via c-section doesn’t mean I am a horrible person, it means I’m their mother and they are my children.
Despite how a child arrives to be in their mothers arms is irrelevant. Whether it’s through natural birth, an adoption, a c-section, heck even if a stork drops them off in a basket, they are children and we are mothers.
Despite how a child arrives, Mothers still bathe, dress, nurse, nurture them.
We still love them.
And they love me.