Jul 14 2005

The childbearing class was still stupid (why do they still treat us as if we’re in high school?), but the other couples were far more tolerable this time. I actually enjoyed talking briefly to a couple of them. I do think that maybe everybody was a bit more relaxed this time.

This class is making me more pissed off about the last midwife I saw, though. For one thing, the teacher of the class is promising that I’ll be allowed to hold my son as soon as he comes out, which I want. The midwife, on the other hand, told me that they’d let me get the placenta out and get him cleaned up before they’d give him to me. NO. Give him to me right away! I’ve waited so long and worked so hard- give me my reward! There are other little things like that. I’m sure that it means that I will get her at my birth even though I’d rather have ANY of the others. She treated me more like doctors treat me than any other nurse or midwife has before. There’s a reason I didn’t go with doctors for this birth and try to avoid them in general. It’s sad, really. I expected more. But, like with the class, I’ll try to have a good attitude no matter what happens.

I’ve been doing a lot of lurking around pregnant message boards and places like My Space lately. I’ve been really surprised at the number of women who are planning c-sections for convenience or planning on being drugged as much as possible to push their babies out. I just don’t understand. Can somebody explain this to me? Why has birth become so medicalized? When did c-sections move out of the realm of emergency major abdominal surgery? I guess it’s just this culture of convenience. They all want McDonald’s births. Get the Taco Bell epidural! The Wendy’s episiotomy! Next they’ll try to figure out how to do it as a drive-thru.

I want to experience every part of my labor and delivery. I can’t believe the amazing things that a body can do and I think that I’ll feel very powerful- I’d say empowered if I wasn’t sick to death of that damn word. Besides that, I don’t believe in unnecessary surgery or in unnecessary drugs. Or in drugging my newborn baby, which an epidural does. I’ll accept medical help should something go wrong, but other than that I think it’s a bit of a copout. I’m lucky, I guess, to be healthy and have maternity care-givers who believe as I do and are willing to put in the extra work that it entails. I will not be encouraged to accept drugs or an episiotomy or a c-section unless they truly believe it is medically necessary for the health of me or my son. I suppose that I’m in a somewhat priviledged position, but I believe that if more women requested to do things this way, and really stood up for their right to do so, that it would become more available. Supply and demand.

But, sadly, they don’t. And maybe they just don’t know it’s an option.