It's really hard to know where to start when you are writing about the subject "Caesareans in the middle aged woman".  Half the female population of the modern world seems to condemn a woman who would even vaguely think about having a Caesarean birth. 

You are sometimes put into a category of another type of mother. ‘Oh, no you are not a real mother if you don't have a natural child birth.’  ‘Oh, no you are not a real mother if you don't want to have the excruciating pain of natural labour’ and ‘you will definitely not bond with your child if that baby does not come out of your Vagina.’

Yes I have to say I have heard it all in all woman and men and even very educated, well read woman seem to have an opinion that vaguely resembles a naive person.

The effects that the Caesarean births of 2 children have had on me have lasted 6 years and counting.  There are many aspects that have come to fruition after the births of my two children that I never even dreamed of. Some experts have also closely linked a form of Post Natal Depression to mothers higher in Caesarean births compared to mothers of natural labour births. 

That one is yet to be decided however there are certain aspects that I would say could possibly be linked.  There are however many other areas both physically and mentally that I have experienced in the last 6 years that I would like to share with you and you can then be the judge of my words.

I would have to say that having a child in your 30's can automatically make pregnancy and after birth more difficult - well I did anyway.

Can you imagine having a child in the operating theatre and not being able to hold him or her for 45 minutes after until you are all stitched up and put back together in working order.

The trauma of the birth being conducted behind a sheet screen with the doctors getting on with the job and your husband saying everything is great honey and looking good wears off after a while when all you want to do is hold and kiss your little baby for the first time which is of course not possible as he/she needs to go away and be taken care of by his dad - my husband Bernie. 

This experience for Bernie I believe molded him into the magnificent father that he has become and I would not change that for all the tea in China. But unfortunately I was the one who missed the first bath and medical inspection from the nurses in the little blue nursery because I was getting all sewn up like to rag doll. My doctor did however do a very beautiful job on the scar line and made it look like a tiny nick in the skin (twice I might add) - they call him the Doc with the magic fingers.

Breast-feeding, well that's another story and weight loss that's another story all together.  The benefits for my husband’s relationship with his children far out way my suffering and pain and that is the best story of them all!

Seeya next time.

Nic.