My Two Cesareans

My Two Cesarean’s

I’m not going to lie, I never wanted a Cesarean.

I wanted the natural (uncomplicated) vaginal birth, with the baby on my chest straight after and we’d have the special bonding moment then live happily ever after.

Well I have a Bicornuate Uterus so in my case, the above is NOT going to happen. Ladies reading who have a Bicornuate Uterus, don’t be freaked out, this is my situation, not everyone’s with a BU.

So my first son was born vaginally at 29+5 weeks (due to my BU), during the pregnancy a Sonographer assumed I would be having a Cesarean because of the shape of my Uterus which caught me off guard, but because that didn’t happen I just brushed it off.


Yet my next two pregnancies took the option out of my hands, both pregnancies were fairly similar, even though Mikey was a boy and Nicole was a girl. Both babies were small and breach which meant a lot of scans and check ups. The general consensus through both of those pregnancies were that the babies were unlikely to move out of the breach position due to the shape of my uterus, which was quite heartbreaking for me, because if I’m honest it’s not what I ever wanted.

But I had to give my head a bit of a shake and put the situation into perspective…all that really mattered is that my baby was born safely, so if a Cesarean was the way that had to be done than that’s what I’d do.

I’m going to be brutally honest (and again this is just my experience) the first Cesarean I had with Mikey, wasn’t too bad at first. I was more scared of the Epidural, but after having a breach baby laying in the most uncomfortable position in my body, it was quite nice to not feel anything, until they started to actually cut into me. So I thought you didn’t feel anything…wrong! You feel everything, but you don’t feel any pain. It’s sort of feels like someone doing the washing up in your tummy, so it’s a lot of gritting your teeth and pulling a cringe face, but after experiencing childbirth, this is the more peaceful and least painful way to deliver the baby.


The recovery time afterwards is what I underestimated, it didn’t help I slipped down the stairs as soon as I got home, but the pain in my scar was there for months afterwards. Sometimes it was real pain and sometimes it was being uncomfortable, like if my knickers were too low or trousers were too tight. It completely put me off ever having a Cesarean again, so I prayed that during my next pregnancy the baby wouldn’t become breach and I could go for a VBAC (Vaginal birth after Cesarean). As this was my first Cesarean, I had nothing to compare it to, but I was told my family that I showed my scar to and health professionals that my scar was really low and that was because of how low Mikey lay.

Then with Nicole, my inkling was right, she was breach and wasn’t budging. So a Cesarean was the plan again, I secretly hoped she would turn last minute, mainly because of the recovery time, I found it really hard with Mikey and then I only had a 10 month old Jack at home but this time I had two toddlers running around and the suggest you lift nothing heavier than your baby…slightly impossible.

So as I prepared myself for the worst, my Cesarean went well but I was surprised by the fact I now had two scars. Everyone I spoke to including the surgeon said he’d cut through the old scar so I’d have only one scar, so that’s what I was expecting, but apparently my old scar was too low, so now I had two. At first I was a bit gutted but actually as time went on I realised this recovery was completely different, I had some pain but nowhere near as bad as after I had Mikey, by the six week point I was completely pain-free.


Now Nicole is 15 weeks old and my scar causes me no problems at all. It goes to show that every experience is different, even in the same person. I heard so many horror stories and so many positive stories, it turns out that you have no idea how it’s going to be for you until you do it, the same as child birth, except that’s even more unpredictable.

If you’re expecting a Cesarean, try not to be freaked out by all the hype about how awful it is, even if it is painful for a while after, there is lots of support and it won’t last forever. Everyone is different and some people swear by having a Cesarean, so you’ve just got to see what happens for you.

If I have another baby I’ve been told I’d have to have a Cesarean to be safe and actually now I am happy with that. In the grand scheme of things it really doesn’t matter how babies get here as long as they get here safely.


A break from blogging

So  I’ve had a bit of a break from blogging the last few months. I’ve really missed it and feel there are so many things I have missed recording about my little monkey’s.

To re-cap I have two little boys Jack (2.5 yrs) and Michael (1.5 yrs) and write about all the trials and tribulations of being their mummy. Since I stopped blogging things have changed quite a lot, I am now expect a baby GIRL!

I will talk about my pregnancy more in upcoming posts but I’m still in shock it is a girl!

I just wanted to write a quick post about why I haven’t been blogging for a while, there has been no major reason other than life just getting in the way.

So now I have my 2yr old, 1 yr old, 20 weeks Pregnancy and my wedding in 8 weeks! Safe to say I have plenty to write about…..


Cesarean Section vs Vaginal Delivery

Some people get the choice, more often than not the decision is taken out of a mother’s hands, whether she will have a Cesarean Section or a Vaginal Delivery.

I have experienced both, they equally came with their discomforts but both ended with the most amazing feeling of love I’d ever felt.

My first delivery, with my son Jack, was a Vaginal Delivery, sounds straight forward…it wasn’t! Firstly part of my waters had gone at 25+5 weeks of Pregnancy, so every day he stayed in was a blessing, then at 29+5 the rest of my waters went with a mighty pop. I was kept on delivery ward, even though I was only 2cm dilated, they thought he could come quickly…boy, were they wrong! After 22 hours of painful labour and only Gas & Air to get me through, I’d given in, the anaesthetist was preparing the needle ready for an Epidural, then suddenly I needed to push. At last! But no, still wasn’t that easy, even though he was tiny he didn’t have the force behind him to come out, so I was given an Episiotomy. Having a midwife with an attitude didn’t help either! Then at 04:32am on Monday 11th November 2013 Jack Sydney Woodhouse came into the world weighing just 3lbs half an oz!

After such an early delivery with my first son, the hospital were on red alert when I was pregnant with my second. At my 20 week scan he was breach due to my Bicornuate Uterus (Heart Shaped), he had his legs around the septum, but at that stage he still had plenty of time to move. I had scans every two weeks, then at 34 weeks he was still breach and wasn’t growing at the rapid rate babies are supposed to in those final weeks. They booked me in for a Cesarean Section the following week. Scared was an understatement! All the confidence I’d built up by going that bit further in my pregnancy just disappeared, walking down to the theatre it was a blur, needles, wires and people in blue everywhere! Luckily the theatre staff were all lovely (bar the midwife)! It was the strangest feeling, the needle in my back hurt slightly but only for a second, then for the first time in my pregnancy I felt pure comfort. For some reason I’d prepared my self for not feeling anything, WRONG! I could feel everything! No pain, but them cutting through and (not gently) pulling him out, not a nice feeling. Then at 11:57am on Wednesday 1st October 2014 Michael David Woodhouse came into the world weighing 4lb 12oz!

So when I compare the two, yea there were a lot of OMG get this over with moments, but they could have been a lot worse! And really no matter what, all that really mattered was that my boys were born safely and healthily (Jack spent 6 weeks in NICU, but that’s a whole other story). The recovery after my vaginal birth was very sore but not for long and it was mostly because of my stitches, but boy oh boy after my Cesarean the recovery was a lot longer and more painful/uncomfortable, probably more so because I have a toddler as well, but day 3 trying to sleep in my own bed and my milk coming in waking up at 4am (not because of my newborn) because the pain in my scar was dreadful and feeling like I had two boulders on my chest was not nice, the only resolve for both at the same time was a bath a really hot deep bath. Yep pain killers are also your best friend but their side affect…Constipation, which is not your friend after a Ceserean.

To all the mothers to be who have read my birth story and are now scared stiff, please don’t be, yep the anticipation is frightening, you can never predict the future, but those first few weeks go by in a blur and before you know it you’re getting back to being yourself and having your gorgeous newborn to cradle softens the blow and you’ll find yourself on the other side having done it and giving other expecting mothers advice. 

I think of it like, this a new life, a whole person you’re adding to the Earth, it wouldn’t be right if it was easy. The emotionally draining experience you go through is because you love your baby, unconditionally and the experience you go through to get them is the first part of why you love them ❤