C Section Scar Quotes

To be honest, I’m still not okay with it. To be honest, I still get really fucking angry about it. To be honest, I struggle when I put my focus on that pinched skin. To be honest, I will always take a breath before I bare myself naked to a partner. To be honest, I still struggle to run my fingers across it in the bathtub.

Any relationship built from the foundation of diarrhea will stand the test of time. Even though the house we stayed in was very nice, in Vietnam, you cannot escape cockroaches, mosquitoes, and epic, frothy diarrhea. Now I see Asiroh at least twice a month. We show each other our C-section scars, raise our babies together, and always joke about how some people are blood brothers, but we are shit sisters.

He walks away from me. He returns to Shelby. “Besides,” he tells her, as if he was talking to her all along, “a C-section will leave you with an ugly scar, and no one wants that.” A healthy baby. That was Shelby’s only request when we discussed her birth plan. Instead of a C-section, Dr. Feingold decides to use forceps to help get the baby out. Very few doctors use them anymore, mostly only old-school ones like Dr. Feingold. The use of forceps poses a potential risk. Dr. Feingold doesn’t discuss these risks with Shelby or Jason. He only tells her what she wants to hear: that he’s going to help get this baby out of her now. But that’s not all. Because Shelby isn’t allowed the opportunity to give informed consent before he cuts an episiotomy, using a pair of scissors to cut her perineum instead of having it tear on its own, if at all. An episiotomy should be an exception these days, not the norm. And it should always come with a clear explanation of the possible complications, of which there are many, from painful sex to fecal incontinence. I’m appalled. “Doctor,” I say tersely, but it’s too late, because it’s done. He glares at me over my client, where I stand by her side, trying to comfort her. “Would you like to wait in the hall?” he asks.