My doctor was one hundred percent supportive of me delivering this baby vaginally, which was a rare quality to find in this day and age. But neither of my previous cesarean sections had been “my fault” – as if there is such a thing as “fault” in childbirth. Neither of the caesareans were due to me or my body failing to do its part – in both cases it was the babies who weren’t in the right position to be born vaginally. And considering that before my first c-section I’d already delivered four babies vaginally, we knew that the ideal exit route – through my vaginal canal - was in good working order.
Even so, even with the verbal consent and support of my doctor, I knew I had an uphill battle ahead of me with the hospital and all the staff I’d encounter there.