I read a really powerful and moving guestpost this week over at Mama Eve. Anastacia talks about her c-sections and how she spent a long time mourning and angry after the first, and found healing in the second.
Although I wanted a VBAC, it meant more to me that this pregnancy be about healing and closure and I set out to do just that.
In the end, Anastacia never had her VBAC, but rather a repeat section, but she learned not to regret her birth experiences.
I’ve learned that my daughters’ births should not define me; it’s me who was meant to define their births.
And then she takes her experiences and turns them into positive affirmations of herself and her womanhood: I will never again regret how my daughters’ entered this world. My scar will never again be the symbol of my failure as a woman nor the token of my cheated passage into Motherhood, but rather it will shine as the physical personification of how deep a love I possess to endure all for my little angels.