flashback to c-section day

aka, baby's birthday. august 21. maybe it began when the anesthesiologist said “oh this is so not my day.” five attempts at inserting a needle into my spine ended with plan b and I was in complete panic mode. i had already snapped at him for asking me to bend over more. did he not see the gigantic belly that was preventing me from doing just that? i enlisted the help of a nurse to lift my boobs out of the way so that I could “curl up like a cat” for god’s sake. was this c-section a bad idea?