Isabelle 
Giving Birth to my 3 Three Gorgeous Boys
OK, you must be saying, so what? That’s ordinary. What’s so special about that?
It’s been my experience that no pregnancy is the same. Each one of the births I’ve experience came with more complications than I care to admit.
My eldest might be turning 12 years old, but I can still remember all the details from each birth in clear details.
Giving Birth to my First Born
He simply did not want to come out. I was past my due date, at 42 weeks plus a couple of days when I finally had him. I was enormous, my stretch marks were making stretch marks. Ha!
After 36 hours of agonizing pain, pushing and telling the doctor that he would be too big to get out, I got the famous comment from the doctor: “Don’t worry little girl, this isn’t my first.”
I was so angry and p***** ***, but in the end, I was right. I ended up with an emergency C section.
My boy was a really big boy! 10 pounds 24 inches long! Even the surgeon said: “Oh my lord, did you look at the size of his shoulders!” when he took him out. Even the new born pj’s didn’t fit haha!
Giving Birth to My Second Son Who is Now 10.
He and his brother have about 18 months difference. He also ended up being an emergency C section but for a whole different reason. When your gynecologist tells you that it’s recommended to wait 2 years between pregnancies when you’ve had a c-section, there’s a specific reason for that.
I now know that reason, since I lived it. This is what happens if you don’t wait..!
I suffered from a uterine rupture at 32 weeks of pregnancy. Literally, my uterus ruptured from the inside of my belly!!! Can you say AOUCH!
My second son was born a preemie and ended up with severe gastric problems.(GERD) gastroesophageal reflux disease (GERD) Thankfully, all of this was resolved within the first 2 years of his life.
Third time’s the charm, right ? WRONG!
My third boy is my last baby, and I will keep treating him like that maybe until he gets to school or maybe longer… HAHA, Just kidding.
With all the damage my uterus suffered from the previous births, I ended up having a third planned C section this time and second preemie, and now apparently my uterus is sewn into the shape of a “croissant.” Sadly, with the breastfeeding, I don’t have breasts anymore either..! I’ve got flat Pitas! hahaha, I’m basically pieces of bread ready to go.
Life (and births) doesn’t always end up the way you planned in your head.
Sure, you decide that you want to push. You decide you don’t want drugs.
Sometimes everything goes according to plan and sometimes… well it just doesn’t.
I’m telling you all of this just so you keep remembering this: just breathe.