The battle of the births, summer 2018. I sat with a group of other new mothers in a cafe after a baby music group, eating carrot cake and commiserating about our infants’ rude refusal to sleep through the night. Inevitably, talk turned to births. One forthright lady I’d not met before told us about her long labour, endured with only gas and air. When I mentioned the caesarean I’d had — without labouring beforehand — I felt her zeroing in on me. ‘So it wasn’t an emergency C-section?’ she inquired. No, I replied. ‘Was your baby breech?’ Again, no.
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