Okay daily prompt, I actually have a response ready for you today, without even using my brain too much.

I’ve had three surgeries. Three c-sections. That’s it.

I had never ever had a surgery prior to my first c-section in 2001. And even that was totally unexpected. I had gone into labour on my own, water broke at home just as I was eating supper and after a few hours of being in labour, and in denial, I decided to go in to the hospital.

I’ll spare everyone the details but twelve hours later still no progress so they told me they would need to do a c-section asap. It wasn’t fun. I had an epidural so obviously no pain during the surgery, just some pressure here and there but as they were stitching me up, I could feel the sutures pulling on my skin and it made me very nauseous and I started vomiting.

Of course that adorable (big) baby was worth all of that. She was nine pounds, ten and a half ounces and twenty-two inches long.

So with baby number two, two years later, I had the choice to either try natural labour or book another c-section. I didn’t want to take the easy way out at first so I said I would try labour again but then I changed my mind and opted for another c-section, thinking this baby might be even bigger than the last. He wasn’t. But I was able to choose the day to have him and so I picked my own grampa’s birthday.

After two c-sections you no longer get a choice and so baby number three was also a c-section. It was super easy. Pick a day, show up at the hospital and bam, there’s a baby! Enduring and recovering from these surgeries got easier with each one, I’m not sure why. But I remember going home after just two or three days in hospital and getting right to the laundry when I got home. I think they said don’t carry over a certain weight for a bit but I wanted to be tough and self-sufficient and tried to not let it slow me down, within reason of course.

I’m very thankful for my health, knock on wood, and that having babies is the only reason I’ve had to go under the knife. Cesarean sections do have their risks and there can be complications but thank god mine went smoothly. It was weird, as a nurse, to be the patient and to feel so vulnerable and exposed (in all ways) but the staff were amazing.

Baby number four, Sid, came into our lives at eighteen months old lol and with no surgery whatsoever 🙂