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As a matter of fact, I wouldn't be blogging about it if I didn't hear this repeatedly, from several different walks of life. This is what truly bothers me about it. It is insinuated throughout our culture that women who deliver their babies at home or without any pain medication, are doing it to show how tough they are.
First of all, I am not tough. I am a big wuss. I cry if I get a splinter. I was not out to show the world that I'm a super mom. I was not out to show that I'm a bed of nails. Because trust me, I'm not either of those things. I, like every other mother in the world, wanted to do what was best for my baby.
(now I'm gingerly placing the soapbox on the floor and stepping onto it) And furthermore, yes, I get a gold star for having my baby at home without any interference or medications. And yes, I get a gold star for having my son at a hospital through an induction. And yes, my friends who have had c-sections, they get gold stars. And my friends who have had epidurals get gold stars too. In fact, you might want to buy stock in the gold star market, because every woman who has ever given birth gets a gold star. Heck I'll give preliminary gold stars to those who will someday maybe give birth. It is the absolute hardest task that a woman takes on, so dammit yes we get gold stars. Every birth is beautiful. The moment that baby comes into the world, Mama, that moment is yours, whether it happened in a birth tub, the hospital bed, operating room, or backseat of the taxi. Don't let any doctor, midwife, medwife, or doula take that moment away from you. When you're giving that last push, or when you are behind that blue sheet heavy with anticipation, when your baby opens its eyes for the first time in this bright world, savor that moment. Sanctify it. Because that, my friend, is your gold star. And you earned it.
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