By Jati Wixted
I had what I would call a typical birth. In that nothing really went the way I planned. On the tenth day past my due date and after four failed inductions my “uncooperative cervix” and I unpacked the scented oils and the bikini we’d planned for the birth pool. In their place, we packed giant black knickers and pads resembling phone books, slapped on some red lippy and waddled in for a non-emergency C-section.
I was filled with stories of the trauma related to this, and of course confident in the research that showed I would now not produce milk, and that my body was in fact a bit of a simpleton when it came to its fundamental role. Continue reading “Telling the truth”