Born by caesarean section? It is a book we talked about in Babies and more two years ago. This is a book that tries to be a help for as the subtitle "Avoid unnecessary caesarean sections and live respectful caesarean sections" says.
Now this book has been published in Argentina by Norma editions and is available in bookstores since July. Great news given that many countries in Latin America have serious problems in obtaining copies of books that are recommended online, many of them published by Spanish authors.
I have read it (my child was born by caesarean section) and the truth seems to me a highly recommended book To know a little more about an intervention that occurs often but is not always desired and that leaves a bittersweet taste in many mothers because it is a birth they did not dream of. In advance I leave three paragraphs of the introduction of the book with the permission of (co) author Ibone Olza:
We grew up, we learned, we live and in a moment we love. We want a son or maybe not. We get pregnant. We were surprised. We gained weight, we rounded ourselves, our body was scattered ... and we dreamed again. We dream of giving birth. Give birth with love, give birth quickly, squatting or lying down, at home or in the hospital, with our husband or with our sister, screaming or in silence, under the light of the spotlights or in the dim light of the candles. Howling in pain or anesthetized. With fear or with laughter. We all dream of childbirth, with a thousand different births, but always with a hug at the end, with a baby who cries and is our son, with our tears to see his face and smell him at last. However, almost none of us imagined that her son would be born by caesarean section. Women usually have little doubt about our ability to give birth. We can fear the pain in childbirth, or something bad happens to the baby, but very few occur to imagine that your baby will not be able to go out through the vagina and that instead you will have to go out through the gut. We did not imagine that it would be a C-section. We never dream of waking up alone in an operating room, freezing cold. With an empty and sewn gut, stunned by pain or sedatives, waiting for the nurse to approach so she can ask: what about my son? And my daughter? Where is? How was everything? Striving to get out of sleep without images of anesthesia, trying not to fall back into it. Where is? And my husband? When can I see them? I can drink water? And inside an indescribable wound, a blind, dull pain, we do not know where it is or what it is. A pain that we do not identify, that we never experienced before. It will be the wound. It is the wound. The emotional wound
