When I talk to new people about my son, it (almost always) comes up that I had a c-section. For some irritating reason, I then feel the need to explain why to these people (who's immediate reaction is something along the lines of "why would you do that?" or "oh, you didn't actually give birth").
Look here, people, a c-section is giving birth. Arguably, it's more difficult. Did you get to cuddle your baby seconds after he was born? That's great, because I didn't. I barely remember seeing his face because I was on so many painkillers. (Btw, if you're debating, TAKE THE DRUGS.) Do you have a gnarly scar right across the top of your bikini line? I do. From what I understand, your recovery took a couple days, maybe you were happily walking, even skipping out of the hospital? I was struggling to get in and out of bed for weeks. They sent me home with pills that made me feel like a zombie. After 3 days, I quit taking them and just dealt with the pain because I wanted/needed to be alert for my tiny newborn. I bet it didn't hurt you to laugh. I bet they didn't have to remove really sticky (and painful) bandaging from your new giant hole just so you could take a shower.
For those who think a c-section isn't the same as giving birth, let me ask you this: did it result in a human being coming out of my body? Yes? It did? SUCK IT.
So the next person who looks down on me for having a c-section needs to be prepared. I went through hell. I had evil contractions just like every other birth-giving momma. A person came out of me. That, my poor ignorant "friend", is what happens when one gives birth.
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