Now I should state up front that I'm not one of those women who feel she failed as a "woman" because she underwent a c-section. At the time I didn't feel I had missed a self-actualizing experience by not going through labor "naturally." Sure, I felt like I had missed out on my own Lifetime movie-of-the-week labor scene that all women dream about. You know the one. I would be pushing and screaming, making jokes with my husband. Sweat would be pouring down my face but nevertheless I'd look gorgeous. The doctor would shout out, "You have a healthy baby girl." And then my husband and I would look adoringly at each other, he'd kiss me on the forehead, and in a day or so I'd be back in my size-4 pants. Yes I missed this la-la land fantasy. So does everyone. As long as I had a healthy baby, I didn't feel I had missed much else.
That was my first daughter. My c-section babe. My second daughter was a vaginal delivery. Like most things in life, both have their advantages and their disadvantages.