20/01/2026
They never explain what it truly means when they say,
“You’ll be having a C-section.”
They don’t tell you your body will be opened layer by layer—
not in fear,
but in purpose.
Skin.
Strength.
Protection.
The places that held you together
making room for the life growing inside you.
You lie there awake, heart pounding,
trusting hands you barely know
with everything you are
and everything you love.
You feel the pressure, the pulling,
the strange moment of knowing your body is being worked through
so your baby can be brought out safely.
And then—a cry.
A sound that rewrites the meaning of pain forever.
Suddenly, it isn’t trauma.
It’s sacrifice.
Every incision becomes intention.
Every stitch becomes evidence of survival.
Every step of recovery becomes proof
that your body showed up when it mattered most.
That scar isn’t weakness.
It’s history.
It’s strength written into flesh.
It’s the mark of a mother who chose what was necessary, not what was easy.
You didn’t “just” have surgery.
You gave birth in the way your baby needed.
And that makes you powerful beyond words. 🤍
✍️Sarfaraz johan
