In the past few months especially, I have encountered more than a handful of people “curious” about my surgical scar. It’s funny to me that once people learn my story, or recognize me from any of our media coverage, one of their first questions is “how bad is the scar?”. There have even been some people brave enough to ask to see it!
Well, it’s not pretty, but I don’t care. I have been to a number of pools this summer already and have noticed the stares and inquisitive expressions on women’s faces especially. It’s not a traditional “c-section” scar, so I can tell they are wondering what in the world happened. I wish I could walk around with a sign above my head “see website for details”.
So, I thought I would do exactly that. I thought posting a picture on my blog would answer a lot of questions and also serve as an educational tidbit for those who think any part of pregnancy for women is “easy”. This scar is proof that I was once pregnant, and I embrace it as a special forever-mark that a little angel passed through this spot.
Lastly, you will notice the bruises and whelps around the scar. This, my friends, is the happiest I have ever been to see bruises on my body. They represent the shots I give myself every day and what I am willing to do to become a mommy.
The moral of this specific entry – don’t feel sorry for me for having a huge scar. Don’t feel sorry for my bruises, or for me having to give myself shots every day. I’m okay with my scar because it reminds me everyday that I’m going to always have an angel baby in Heaven watching over me, Jake, and my babies here on Earth; and that I’m still alive because of that 5 inch scar on my stomach. I will never have a cute pregnant belly to show off, or many pictures of the stages of pregnancy to put in a scrapbook – this is the picture of what changed my life 7 months ago and redefined who I am for the rest of my life.