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Serendipity

April 8, 2013 by Miranda Leave a Comment

I think I’ve written this post at least 364 times in the last year. Once every day for every day that Emma has been here in my life.

Emma.

My VBAC baby.

I remember asking Doc T during my consultation with him when I transferred to his practice if he was able to look at my medical records and confirm that what had happened wasn’t my fault. That I hadn’t failed.

He told me that anything he said would be speculation at best based on whatever the providers had chosen to include in my records. I felt like that was professional and respected his answer.

And then after I had her, after she came so quickly and amazingly into this world, he patted me on the knee, leg still in the stirrups, and said “and they called you a failure to progress at 7 or 8?” and just kind of chuffed a little with his breath.

And that was my answer.

Finding out I was pregnant with her was such a mind game. I hadn’t planned on her. Not then at least. I was toying around with the idea of only ever having Joshua. Of being “one and done.”

And then suddenly there they were, two pink lines. I was confused and scared. All of the feelings of brokenness and fear nearly swallowed me. I fought against those who thought I was crazy for attempting to VBAC her, whether their judgments were spoken out loud or just written on their faces.

I fought myself.

And I doubted. I doubted so much.

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But then I think I didn’t really doubt any of it at all.

I think in my secret heart I always knew that her birth would be what I needed it to be. That it would restore my faith in myself and my body.

I think I always knew I would VBAC her.

(The med free and stitches thing I didn’t foresee. But I would do it all over again. Except maybe I’d skip the stitches.)

Every time I think about Emma’s birth, read her birth story, relive the day in my head, any of it, I cry. Happy tears well up in my eyes and burn my nose and then spill down my cheeks. Tears that say “Look! You did this! You aren’t broken! You were never broken!”

Because the truth is that I was never broken.

I was hurt, though, and Emma’s birth healed my very hurt places. Pieces of my heart that were sort of hanging on with Elmer’s glue and Scotch tape feel put back together.

My heart feels whole.

My body feels whole.

And it’s because of Emma.

My little piece of serendipity.

Filed Under: Emma, Life Tagged With: activism, happy is what happens, I love my daughter, it is well with my soul, memories, musings, nostalgia, VBAC, VBAC

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  1. Suz says

    April 8, 2013 at 5:29 pm

    Beautiful post from a beautiful mother to a beautiful daughter.

    Reply
    • Miranda says

      April 16, 2013 at 10:32 pm

      Thank you, Suz. ๐Ÿ™‚

      Reply
  2. Amie says

    April 8, 2013 at 5:30 pm

    I also love that she breastfed like a champ for you….so you were able to fullfill two of your goals second time around. Yay Emma happy birthday !!!

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    • Miranda says

      April 16, 2013 at 10:32 pm

      She did! I was! It still rocks!

      Reply
  3. Jennifer @ Also Known As...the Wife says

    April 8, 2013 at 7:51 pm

    I remember finding you right around the time you made the switch and then stalking you waiting to hear about Emma’s arrival. I couldn’t believe how cool and calm your labor was (up until making it to the hospital just in time). I’m so glad it went as well as you wanted it to and I can’t believe that was all a year ago!

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    • Miranda says

      April 16, 2013 at 10:31 pm

      It’s crazy to me to think about how it’s already been a year since she joined us. So crazy.

      Reply
  4. Sally says

    April 8, 2013 at 9:48 pm

    Proud for you! You both are doing a great job with your children….it’s not easy but love from the heart makes it work!

    Reply
    • Miranda says

      April 16, 2013 at 10:31 pm

      Love does make it work!

      Reply
  5. Ann @ Such a Mama says

    April 9, 2013 at 10:31 am

    Happy Birthday Emma! You are lucky to have a such a great Mommy!

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    • Miranda says

      April 16, 2013 at 10:31 pm

      thank you!

      Reply
  6. Katie @ Mama the Reader says

    April 10, 2013 at 9:28 pm

    Such a great post. My own little VBAC baby is coming up on a year old as well. It’s amazing how their little selves can change our feelings about our own selves and erase a lot of baggage. <3 Happy Birth Day to you and to Emma!

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    • Miranda says

      April 16, 2013 at 10:31 pm

      It’s totally amazing. And awesome. Happy birthday (soon) to your little one!

      Reply
  7. The Many Thoughts of a Reader says

    April 12, 2013 at 2:44 pm

    I’m so happy for you!

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    • Miranda says

      April 16, 2013 at 10:30 pm

      Thanks, you ๐Ÿ™‚

      Reply
  8. Julia says

    April 16, 2013 at 9:52 pm

    I love this and I’m so very happy for you that this was a healing experience.
    I think about you often.
    It was your story with Joshua that made me feel not alone and not crazy.
    I think I’m one and done because I’m broken.
    I think I can not do what you have done.
    I think I would have to schedule a c-section again because I’m afraid of failing a VBAC.
    I want you to know how much your story inspires me and means to me.
    Thank you so much for telling it.

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    • Miranda says

      April 16, 2013 at 10:14 pm

      Oh, Julia. My heart is…well, it wants to hug you.

      I think…I think you never know what your body is capable of until you believe it to be capable, you know? I think we teach women to fear birth and tell them that they’re broken when really what’s broken is our maternal care system. But I think even if you DID schedule a section the second time around, your experience would be different because YOU would be in control of it.

      Have you looked into your local ICAN chapter? They were a wealth of information and support for me.

      Reply

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