The 11th was the three year anniversary of my surgery.
Surgery I had two days after T was born.
Surgery that meant I didn't see my newborn for 3 days.
Surgery that gave me a 50% chance of dying on the table and 100% chance of dying if I didn't have it.
Surgery that has left me with a 5 inch vertical scar on my stomach and a belly button that will never look the same again.
Surgery that left me with IBS, PND and PTSD.
As the years pass hopefully I won't even remember this day. For now however I get through it by playing with my daughter and loving her.