This past weekend I felt inspired to create two more pieces of cesarean art:
This expresses how I felt in the OR. Under the bright lights, unable to move or defend myself, I felt very vulnerable and exposed.
This one basically sums up the nostalgia I feel about the pregnancy and birth. It's an odd feeling... I no longer live in the same house or even the same town where we had Mason, but sometimes it feels like my ghost is still there, haunting, still happily and naively pregnant. And a ghost of Mason... waiting to be born.