I remember lying on the operating table, waiting for my body to be sliced open a third time. My third baby was about to be born and the anticipation was literally dripping from the hushed voices around me. All was calm. All was still. All was just so. I looked up at the huge light above the table as the anaesthetic coursed through my legs, sending a warm and fuzzy daze through my body, and all of a sudden I was gripped with fear. And I thought: I am never ever going to do this again.
Let me take you back. Twice previously my body had been cut open, but in very different circumstances. Each emergency c-section had almost been a sweet relief. Intensely painful contractions and highly tense emotions came to an end, just like that. Terror, fear and agony out like a light. As was I….