No Cs for me please!
Even though I'm about three months away from delivering, the end seemed nearer and more frightening today than it has in the past few months when the doctor said:
"For such a small thing, you've got a good sized baby in there."
"Yes," he said. "It's measuring very well."
This in and of itself doesn't worry me. I'm glad the baby feels free to spread out and grow large in its fluidy environment. I want it to thrive, obviously.
But secretly, I don't want it to get TOO big. I'm pretty small, all things considered, and a gargantuan baby might not... uhm, come out. At least not by the means I've been hoping for.
All of my short, small friends who have given birth in the last few years have had c-sections. The baby's head has been too big for a natural birth, they've explained, or they didn't dilate enough or they couldn't live through yet another 27 hours of labour.
This makes me nervous because I don't want to have a c-section. I am not too posh to push. I don't want to have my ab muscles sliced for fear that they will never snap back. And I don't want to look forward to fluid-heavy, balloon-like legs that often result from the procedure or having to become dependent on pain-killers (well, maybe that's not soooo bad).
Now I have heard that it isn't all horrible. Many moms say they'd schedule a c-section again for the delivery of their second child. And they swear that the flat stomach returns - eventually, usually with work.
But I'm not convinced. Surgery's not my thing, ya know? I had my appendix out a few years ago, through tiny incisions in my abdomen, and my belly button has never looked quite the same again.
But I guess I got used to the new one. And if I have to go under the knife for this kid, hell, it'll prepare me to go under the knife again. That's right, it'll prime me for that tummy tuck I'll need to get in a few years!