After My C-Section, I Noticed A Strange Scar. When I Asked The Doctor About It, His Face Turned Pale

After enduring hours of labor, I was relieved when the doctors said I needed a C-section; anything to bring my baby into the world safely. The surgery went smoothly, and my newborn was healthy, which was all I cared about at the time. But days later, while changing clothes, I noticed a second scar, small, neat, and tucked high under my arm. I knew it hadn’t been there before the surgery. Confused and slightly unnerved, I mentioned it to my doctor during a routine follow-up. His expression changed instantly, from polite concern to something closer to fear. What he revealed behind that locked door made me question everything about my surgery and what was really done to me...

Thomas and I returned home, our hearts full and our bodies exhausted. Our little guy, Oliver, was finally here, and every tiny movement he made filled us with awe. Settling into our new life, I marveled at how something so small could turn our world upside down. Despite the tiredness, there was this joy, like our lives had just begun again. In the quiet moments, we'd look at Oliver, exchanging smiles that said 'Can you believe he's ours?'

A week had passed when Mia dropped by with a collection of clothes, saying, 'Thought you'd need some variety!' Eagerly, I tried them on, enjoying the distraction. That's when I noticed it—another scar beneath my arm, slightly throbbing. 'Thomas, look at this!' I called, pointing it out as if it were some strange artifact from a forgotten time. More curious than worried, I knew it was out of place, a mystery waiting to be solved.

Thomas squinted, leaning in to take a closer look. 'Hmm...could it just be from the surgery?' he suggested, trying to sound reassuring. But even he seemed uncertain, his brows furrowing as he spoke. 'I don't know, Viv. Maybe it's nothing; doctors sometimes make extra incisions, right?' Trying to ease my mind, he hugged me, but the mystery lingered for both of us, hovering in the back of our minds like an unanswered question.

With curiosity gnawing at me, I decided it was best to talk to Dr. Trent about the strange scar at my upcoming checkup. 'I'll just ask him straight out,' I told Thomas, who nodded in agreement. Preparing myself for the conversation, I tried to stay calm, reminding myself there was probably a logical explanation. 'It's just a scar, after all,' I muttered, but a part of me wasn't convinced. Answers were what I needed.