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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.


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.

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.

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Tuesday 16th of April 2013

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.


Tuesday 16th of April 2013

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.

The Many Thoughts of a Reader

Friday 12th of April 2013

I'm so happy for you!


Tuesday 16th of April 2013

Thanks, you :)

Katie @ Mama the Reader

Wednesday 10th of April 2013

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!


Tuesday 16th of April 2013

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

Ann @ Such a Mama

Tuesday 9th of April 2013

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


Tuesday 16th of April 2013

thank you!


Monday 8th of April 2013

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


Tuesday 16th of April 2013

Love does make it work!

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