Almost ten months have passed since my son was born. Ten months of sleepless nights, endless diapers, non-stop nursing (22lbs already, ahem) and ten months of an ever growing love for my adorable baby boy. It's also been ten months since my VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean). If you've followed my blog, you know that my daughter was born via csection 36 hours after my water broke and how heartbreaking it was for me to miss out on the home water-birth I so excitedly planned. From the moment the doctor made the incision, I was already planning for my next birth. I felt let down. I felt that I had been robbed of experiencing the defining moment of motherhood. As crazy as it sounds, I was sad I never got to feel real labor pains and so I set out, determined to get my VBAC.
