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There’s Nothing to be Ashamed of: C-Sections Happen

When I was asked to write about my sons birth story I was excited because I never knew there was such a negative stigma surrounding c-section deliveries until I had one. 

For the record, some c-section mothers do not have a choice. We cannot choose how we want our children to be delivered, whether it be an at home birth, natural delivery, or a delivery with the epidural. I was one of those mothers. 

At 36 weeks, my doctor told me I had to have a c-section. There were different variables that led him to this decision. The baby was going to be to big, he was up to high, and my hips weren’t shifting to help lead the baby through the birth canal. I could opt to not have a c-section and try to deliver on my own, but that brings risk. If the baby did get stuck coming through the birth canal, I would need an emergency c-section. That was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.

August 14, 2014. Delivery Day. 

There I was being prepped for surgery. I met lots of doctors and nurses who went over the risks with me. They tried to prepare me the best they could, but you still go into that operating room not knowing what to expect. 

Being rolled into the operating room was kind of surreal. There were lots of machines, it was freezing, and there was a radio on in the background. All I remember is going through the motions. 

I was sitting on a bed with my hospital gown wide open, leaning forward, remaining still while my anesthesiologist gave me my spinal. I had a nurse in front of me, trying to keep me warm and making me feel comfortable. After the medicine was in, they laid me down, put the curtain up, and let my husband come in. 

There I was naked on a table, with my arms open, not allowed and unable to move. 

Pressure. The pressure was bearable, but being nauseous was not. I needed anti-nauseous medicine often to prevent me from throwing up. My doctors and nurses constantly checked in on me to make sure I was doing okay. 

What seemed like forever, the doctor finally said something like, this baby does not want to come out. He is being very stubborn. Well, he was already acting like an Italian! The doctor had to use a vacuum to get him out. 

And then … there he was, what looked like a chunky baby boy. Congratulations filled the room. 

I asked why he wasn’t crying and the nurses assured me the doctor was just cleaning out his lungs. 

After they cleaned him off, they placed him in my husbands arms and our family officially grew by one. 

He was a 6lbs 13oz perfect healthy baby boy who was delivered by c-section. 

In that moment, we finally gave our son a name, Lorenzo.

C-sections are risky. Delivering a baby is risky. The main goal is to keep the baby and mom safe. No matter which way you deliver a child, the main goal always remains the same. 

I will have c-sections for each child I decide to have. No it isn’t my choice, but I do not feel less of a mother or woman because I cannot have a baby naturally. 

It is time for the c-section shaming to stop because in the end we are all mothers who want healthy babies and safe deliveries. 

*Thank you to the Mercy Hospital nurses and doctors who helped deliver Lorenzo. A special thanks to Dr. Noorbakhsh and Dr. Kahalili for performing a safe and seamless delivery giving us our greatest gift* 


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