I was PLANNED. Scheduled even. A c-section at 8:30 am, July 28, 1975. Monday. Maybe that’s the root with my obsession with calendars, journals & planners. Things have been written down from before day 1! Because the child before me had been difficult and did not live, one c-section begets another. George and Carla beget another, and cross their hearts and fingers.
I made it. But I’m not sure if anyone ever exhaled.
Reproductive health needs to hold hands with its sibling, MENTAL health. And we all deserve it all. Isn’t everyone a miracle?