I probably should have posted this yesterday to help settle things down a bit, as someone emailed me this morning to let me know the “black box of mystery” has made it’s way onto the comments section of the mountain post. An indicator that many of you feel as passionately about this as I do, whether in opposition or agreement. Thank you to those who have taken the time to defend me or nod in agreement, as well as those who have intelligently and thoughtfully articulated their discord.
It’s hard to believe that I could become so passionate about birth in such a short period of time, but I frequently get looks from my husband that can only be interpreted as “If you put me through even one more minute of hearing about this I’m going to explode.” A look I often deserve because if I leave my emotions unchecked I begin to sound like a small town preacher railing against the sins of mankind, pounding the pulpit to get my point across.
In terms of blogging for a very public and diverse audience, I’m still rather new at all of this. I have a lot to learn. And I’ve learned a lot over this past weekend as I’ve read your comments. I’ve had that mountain analogy brewing in my mind for weeks now, and for me it is still accurate, and will always stand. But that’s where I screwed up royally. I took my own experience, my own views, my own opinions, and applied them too universally. In some ways I don’t regret doing so because it has caused so many of you to step forward and show me that we as women are standing up for ourselves, becoming educated, and taking charge of their own birthing experience. Based on the personal anecdotes I had been subjected to before this I didn’t think that was the case.
Usually when I write things that set a lot of people off I don’t refer back to them, as I’ve found it’s best to let things die down on their own, but I am going to take a moment to explain myself this time. I’ve already told you that I don’t feel I was surrounded by very good birth stories in the past, and a lot of my opinions are based on such (aren’t all of our opinions based on our past experiences?). I’ve never heard any woman in my life explain a reason for getting an epidural other than a fear of pain. I’ve only heard people say “Birth is the worst thing I have ever experienced and I want the drugs to knock me out as much as possible so I can be removed from it.” I hear women talking about how they want a c-section because they don’t want to go through the pain of pushing. I’m happy to have so many of you speaking up to say those aren’t the reasons women today are using for medical interventions.
The ATV and the chopper comparison? For me, they still stand. I don’t dread the thought of labor, in fact I look forward to the experience. Per my religious views, procreation and birth are the closest I can come here on earth to being like God. To participate in such an act is a sacred opportunity and I intend to treat it as such. I want to be there for it, in every way possible. To be whisked away to the top of that mountain would cause me to miss out on something I am so looking forward to experiencing.
I am going to continue to write extensively about my views on pregnancy and birth, often in a very opinionated manner. But from here on out, I’m going to try to do a better job of distinguishing between fact and fears, opinions and data. I think that all of you deserve that much. Thank you again for following along with me.