(Not my tum. Just a photo I pulled from online.) Two years postpartum, I still had pain in my incision site, or what I affectionately call “my sweet spot.” I named my scar because I wanted to remember the blessing that came from it instead of the pain. But most of the time it felt as if a knife was lodged into one side, and my skin was pinched with a spring clamp. I had diligently cared for my scar, massaging it daily, and at times, applying ice or heat. I also sought chiropr
