Lessons From an Emergency C-Section

What my scar taught me.

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Photo by Luis Villasmil on Unsplash

To me this scar is not just physical, but is an artifact of the fear I had as I was wheeled away from my husband into the operating room, the aching pain that radiated from so deep in my abdomen as I lay in bed for a week after the surgery. It is a depiction of the tears, the grief, and the disappointment in myself that I felt for over a year after my beautiful and healthy daughter was born.

My scar has ultimately become a representation of my passage into motherhood, a passage that has empowered me to heal physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually from an experience that my doctors, nurses, family, and so many of the other new moms I met saw as just a procedure.

A mother, a nurse practitioner, a seeker. I write about the intersection of health, spirituality, feminism and motherhood.

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