Quinn was delivered by C-section. This took everyone except my mom’s psychic by surprise as she predicted it months ago. I was horrified by this turn of events, sure that I was destined for months, maybe years, of recovery. I would never do another sit up, I would never loose the baby weight, I wouldn’t be able to lift my child for two years post-surgery.
Know what? It wasn’t so bad. But it took a little while to come to this conclusion. So I wrote about it, hoping other women who had C-sections and the subsequent guilt that sometimes comes with it, would at least have a laugh. Thank you Blunt Moms for the opportunity!
Sometimes I treat myself to a little Facebook post boosting. I tried to do that with this here article but alas, Facebook declined me. Why, you ask? Good question. Here is the post I tried to PAY THEM TO PROMOTE.
Could Facebook be anti-C-section? Did they not like the photo? Could they possibly have an issue with the word vagina? Nah! Can’t be. But then I got this email.
Umm, yeah, Facebook, I think my ad follows your rules. I read your guidelines and no where does it say I can’t use a proper medical term for a body part. I mean, WTF? Have you seen some of the crap people are posting on your puritanical site? What about starving, abused puppies or images of the recent horrific shootings or Donald Trump? What did I say that was PROFANE, VULGAR, THREATENING OR COULD GENERATE HIGH NEGATIVE FEEDBACK?
I wrote to them to get clarification but haven’t heard back yet. I’ll be sure to let you know. In the meantime, feel free to share the post ON FACEBOOK and see if you can make some Silicon Valley, vagina-phobic intern blush while pushing the “not approved” button. Jerk.