Through and through

I grew up an only child. My mom, being a single mom, had to have baby sitters for me sometimes. I remember one baby sitter I had had children of her own and there were children next door that we would play with. I was pretty young, and growing up I forgot about all of this.

When I got into high school I started making more friends. I then made mutual friends through current friends, everyone knows the process. So anyway, I would go stay with my friend all the time and we talked about growing up and I told her and her parents how I randomly remembered I used to have a babysitter on their street. Come to find out, the babysitter was right next door. How ironic that the next door kids I used to play with while at the baby sitter’s house would wind up being my “second family” when I got older. 

They remembered me as “the weird kid”, and I was weird. These people have come to mean so much to me and I could not ask for a better second family. 

Now, the reason for this story. My best friend, Caitlin, has been my best friend for years and years. We have been through so much. She has always been the friend I can go to with anything and she will not judge me nor hold it against me. I have always introduced her to people as my sister, and I even introduce her siblings as mine. I call her parents mom and dad because they have always been there for me too, going above and beyond what typical parents of friends do. 

Four years ago she was pregnant. We had a falling out, and one thing I regret is not being there for her. This month is Caesarean section awareness month, and she wound up having to have an emergency c-section. She and her baby nearly died. In a time that she needed her friends and family most, I was not there. Now, I am there if she needs me, and although I cannot get that lost time back, I do not plan on missing out again. 

Birth is a beautiful thing. For women to be able to give up their bodies as a home for a baby is completely selfless. I loved my natural birth, but let me say, c-sections are a completely different story. Yes, I had some pain after my son was born, but imagine the pain from a c-section. Having someone slice you open to get your baby out. This is an extreme form of birth, one that I cannot imagine having to go through, and I have so much respect for her. Caitlin went through this, not only once, but twice. She selflessly allowed them to cut her open even though she would have a scar and even though she would have pain to deal with after. 

I see things like, c-sections are not real birth. Get real. They are by far more invasive than a natural birth. She carried, nourished and grew a baby inside of her. She had an opening created to birth her baby. This is birth. She is an amazing woman for this. Every woman that has had a c-section is amazing. 

Embrace what you have done, your selfless act, because you are beautiful. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. 

I love my sister. She is incredibly strong willed, and beautiful through and through.

❤ LAFMommy

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4 thoughts on “Through and through

  1. I am blessed and have never had to go through a c-section. I agree with your comment on how some women say it is not real birth. The trauma of ones body is extreme…skin, fat, muscle and organs are cut and cauterized to make way for new life. If that’s what happened ‘down there’ to every woman we’d be extinct!!!

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