They did something new though-- way back then-- it was called a "Bikini cut". If I had ever wanted to wear a bikini it would have just covered the scar.
Funny thing is-- when the doctors came in to examine the incision a couple days later, they removed the dressing, and all stood there looking back and forth at each other without saying anything. I finally said "I heal fast." and someone finally said ,"I guess so".
It barely left a mark. A year and a half later and had another healthy, whole, beautiful son.