I'm curious about what went through people's minds when they gave birth/had a c-section, particularly with your first children.
For me, I remember being in excruciating pain as the baby's head came out, the midwife said "one more push", and the shoulders came out, and they said "You have a son!", popped him on my chest, and I looked into his eyes (wide open) and instantly the pain of birth was forgotten, I was just amazed at finally meeting this little creature that was from me,
I hardly noticed the team of people stitching me up, didn't notice I was haemorrhaging, I was just lost in his eyes.
Then that night as he truly woke up he began to cluster feed and cry a lot, and I remember thinking "Is this real? Am I really a parent now? Are his real parents going to come along any minute now and thank me for looking after him?"
I didn't really feel like a mum. Now I have a 2 month old and I've settled into the role much better.
But I still keep looking at his head and thinking "Golly, I pushed that melon out of me."