Honestly, through this whole thing I can't but think: I came out strangling myself purple with the umbilical cord wrapped 'round my neck the old-fashioned way, and me and my mum lived just fine XD
(I realize it's more complicated than that, but still. :'p)
Also, it feels like the giant stomach gash of a cesarean should be even less of a big deal in this setting with its magical healing pills, than in modern medicine, but maybe that's just me.