I was at a meeting the week before last and a man that I see only about 4 times a year expressed his delight for our family that we would be adding one more in just two months. Before we departed he wished me good luck with the delivery. Then, embarrassed I think, retracted that, wishing me well.
I corrected him and said that, no , wishing me good luck was the fitting thing to do. I briefly recounted Roslyn Girl's delivery. It's amazing how much pain you can throw into so few words, especially when that pain isn't a part of you anymore: she was breach, delivered by C-section, aspirated meconium in the womb, and spent three days in the NICU. He tentatively asked, but it won't be natural this time, and wondered if that would be disappointing. I confirmed that it would be a C-section, but that it wasn't disappointing (especially since the idea of experiencing Hard Labor for the first time at 33 was not on my top 10 lists of things to accomplish before I die).
This time around, I told him, a safe delivery and a healthy baby is all that's important: 10 toes, 10 fingers, and one head, with something in it.
I post about this because I have been very cagey up to this point about telling people that this baby will be a C-section. I think it's been because I dreaded people's reactions. The first time around, when we knew I might have to be induced (something that obviously ended up not happening), the few people outside of family who were privy to this passed judgment on the fact. Oh the number of arm-chair obstetricians who wanted to question the wisdom of my very accomplished real obstetrician was remarkable, especially since they were expressing all of these doubts to a very pregnant woman. I feared that people wouldn't know how to hold their tongue ... again.
But, now, with less than two months to go, I don't have time for people's petty, personal battles (because I have since decided that such expressions of distaste on my behalf actually have very little to do with me and my experience). So, yes, this baby will be delivered by C-Section and, if last time is anything to judge by, I'm in for a relatively easy convalescence. I do know the exact date of the C-Section, but it's already changed once before and, in all honesty, I prefer to sit on that in case it changes again.
So I continue to tell people I'm due on January 9, but I'll start adding that this baby will be delivered by C-Section by the same physician who brought Roslyn into this world and has seen me (so far, touch wood) through two pregnancies quite safely.