The OB, the Scalpel, and my little Mexicana Rose
During most of my last pregnancy I repeatedly told my OB that I did not want this child delivered by C-Section. Even so, twelve years ago this week, my little princess (child number four, daughter number one), was pulled into this world. Via caesarean. We were living in Chihuahua City at that time and as my Mexican friends and neighbors began finding out I was pregnant they would ask, “So what day have you decided to have the baby?” What kind of question was that? I thought.