Zippers 03/29/2010
"Mommy, did I come out of your belly?" Asks Leah one day- she was 5 at the time. "Yes, Leah, you did." {She was born via cesarean for a prolapsed cord.} "Oh. Did it hurt you?" "No, I was asleep." "Asleep? Then who took care of me?" "Your Daddy did and the doctors did." "The doctors?" "Yes, you weren't breathing at first so they had to help you out. You were fine after they helped you out." "Mom, did you have a zipper in your belly?" "No, Leah, no zipper." "How did they get me out then? There's no vagina in your belly!" "No there isn't. They had to cut you out." Leah's eyes get wide. "Cut me out?" She stares at my belly for a moment and then very quietly walks over to my belly and pats it and then kisses my stomach and says, "Mommy, I'm so sorry." Leah was oblivious to my tears as she happily ran off to play. Even a little 5 year old could understand what so many people often don't get... that even if a cesarean can be a necessity and a life saving operation, that it puts a scar on our body and in our heart forever...that we don't have zippers on our bellies and that we would do it all over again if it meant that it would save our baby. | AuthorI am a mother and lover of birth. I love to be with women as they bring new life into the world. ArchivesCategories |
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