5 years ago, when I had Malcolm, I was certain and confident that I would give birth to my baby like any others, the way my mum did with her 4 kids, the natural way, through the vaginal birth canal. The chance of me having it any other way, was distant, remote perhaps even nonexistent.
After more than 12 hours of labour, with my cervix still stucked at a dilation of 1/2 the required length, I was told that unnatural intervention was needed. Malcolm was finally brought to the world under the doctor’s skillful surgical incision. The procedure was brisk but the recovery was arduous and painful.
This time round, for my 2nd pregnancy, I was given the option. Vaginal birth which put me at risk of tearing my 5 year old wound and perhaps see history repeat itself OR pick a good looking date from the doctor’s busy schedule and get it over and done with in a blink of an eye.
It was a tough choice and we chose the latter.
So on that good looking day or more like, convenient day, within an hour or two, the job was done, the wait is over.