Mine says that I am a failure. That somehow I should have fought harder to birth my breech baby naturally. I was so close but it didn't happen. My second c/section scar says that I should have fought harder, stood up for myself and said no because I never believed he was too big to birth naturally.

My scar also reminds me that I was unable to hold or feed my babies properly for about the first day after their birth. They were in special care and I couldn't get out of bed to go and see them. I had to wait for them to be brought down to me. For this reason, I also missed the moment when they first met their siblings. Other people got to witness that moment and I missed out. I don't even have photos.

My scar is also a constant reminder to me of our very flawed health care system because no-one has been able to explain to me why either of my scars were necessary. The staff just weren't trained to do it any other way.

I don't like my scar. I don't believe it should be on my body or if it should be, I wish people would explain to me why it was so necessary.