When I visited the perinatologist last week he noticed my belly
button … it has come unattached and kind of teepees out in a weird
outie. I used to have a pretty deep innie (and a six pack! But let's
have a moment of silence for those another day!). This is what happens
to you when you have a ten-and-a-half pound baby girl people! My belly
button doesn't hurt, and it doesn't appear that anything important is
poking through, and so I've learned to deal with it. Even when I lost
all the weight and was all manner of fit, there was no way I wanted my
shirt coming up. My friend wants me to do maternity photos (and she does BEAUTIFUL maternity photos), but … that bellybutton is AWKWARD y'all. I just uploaded a photo of it and then deleted it, you are welcome for that. I'm not really into showing it off. It already protrudes through all my shirts like an extra nippIe. ATTRACTIVE!
perinatologist said – unprompted – that he could very easily fix it with three stitches while I'm on the
table this July (we are having another c-section, it's not even a discussion and I am GREAT with that). He said to just have my OB call him up to the OR – as his office is just a floor below the obstetrics wing of the hospital – "while they had me open." That kind of blew me
away … it had never occurred to me that it could be fixed. And do I
want it fixed? Does a bear crap in the woods?! OF COURSE I DO!
so when I went to see my OB on Monday I mentioned it to him. He said
that we'd just have to keep it in mind and try to schedule my surgery on
a Saturday because that's when our peri is around to do such things (and apparently? He's the only doctor on staff at that hospital who can do such a thing). Sweet! And then he asked me in a kind official way if I
wanted my tubes tied "while they had me open."
Our answer is (and has been) firmly "no" from the beginning. We knew this question would come up and we've talked about it a lot, and we can't decide. We have not decided whether or not we want more kids (believe me, I know how crazy this sounds. I can barely handle the two I HAVE) and because of my age – I'll be 33 when the baby is born, not too old! – we don't want to commit to anything permanent. I don't feel right about it. It would indeed be convenient to not have to deal with birth control for the rest of my life, but I'm not sure I'm ready for the rest of my life to begin just yet, you know?
And it is totally weird, by the way, to have these discussions with people. It is bizarre to me that there are so many options available to me while I go in to the hospital to have a baby. When Elijah was born the doctor who stepped in for my doctor (he was on vacation the weekend before my planned c-section, when OF COURSE I went into labor) burned some fibroids off my uterus before they closed me up. Hey thanks! And this all brings me to the realization that I could go into labor sooner than planned AGAIN – and NOT on a Saturday – and won't get to get my wonky belly button fixed. Baby? Do you hear me? MAMA WANTS HER INNIE BACK.
Of course the other night as we were getting ready for bed we talked about it again and my husband said that he was surprised I didn't want it done (we have a strict policy at our house: Each person makes final decisions about his or her own body after discussing it with the other person). "Three kids," he said, "is a lot of kids." And oh boy do we have no idea how right he is.
So, c-section friends? Did you have your tubes tied? Did you pass? How did you know it was the right decision? Did you have it done and then regret it?