Last time, on Midwest Mom, I invited you to play a game.
I wonder how many of the rest of you guessed what Harper had drawn, but were too shy to share...
Those of you with babies on the brain, you were right!
A couple of weeks ago a good family friend had a third baby girl (Welcome Miriam!). As we were pulling together some items to send the family I asked Harper if she'd like to draw a picture to send to the two older girls. She greeted the idea enthusiastically and took off with paper and colored pencils. When she returned with her picture, I was a little, um, surprised? Uncertain? I asked her to tell me about it.
"Well," she said, "That's the daddy at home with the girls. And over there is the mommy at the hospital, getting the baby out!"
Yes folks, Harper drew a picture of a c-section. (And that is pretty much what the aftermath feels like, no?)
Both of my kids were born via c-section. Harper because she was breech and Michael because I was stalled at three or four (I no longer remember) centimeters after over 48 hours of labor.
But Harper knows that that's not the way all babies are born! It was kind of stunning to me to realize that that is currently her default image of birth. I'm not sure how to feel about that. And maybe I don't need to feel anything about it.
I know I should be grateful that I have two healthy, beautiful children, no matter how they came into the world. And I AM grateful. But there is a part of me that will always feel sad that I didn't ever experience giving birth another way. I think about Harper having a child someday and I feel a profound sadness that I only have one kind of birth experience to relate to her.