30/04/2026
I never imagined to have a C-section⌠but it became necessary.
I had a picture in my mindâ how everything would unfold, how I would bring my baby into the world-the natural way.
I thought about that moment. The pushing. The first cry. The quiet pride of saying, âI did it.â
But things didnât go the way I planned.
In just a few moments, everything shifted.
There wasnât really a choice anymoreâ only what was safest.
So I said yes.
Yes to the fear. Yes to the uncertainty. Yes to surgery, even as my heart pounded louder than anything else in that room.
Not because I felt ready⌠but because my baby needed me to be.
And thatâs the part people donât always seeâ
A C-section isnât the âeasy way.â Itâs courage in its most raw and real form.
Itâs a mother lying thereâvulnerable, afraidâ yet still choosing her baby over the birth she once imagined.
I may not have had the delivery I dreamed of,
but I received something far greaterâ my baby.
Glory to Jesus for holding my hands on the table.
April is international C-section awareness month. Cheers to all scarred mamas â¨