Tonight, the small group Bible study was apparently on that text in John where Jesus says talks about how a woman forgets the pain of labor when her baby is born. Or something like that. I don’t know, I missed the Bible study part. But Devo came to find me as I supervised my going-to-sleep girls to ask about birth videos. Somehow it came up that the girls wanted to see birth videos. (Devo had the girls study tonight).
So we watched a few Russian waterbirths and were watching the incredible unassisted homebirth of twins when the boys’ study finished and we turned it off. The girls were surprisingly positively interested. And expectedly squeal-y.
And I just thought how sad it is that our girls grow up thinking that birth is something like you see on a sitcom. Or something you have to get an epidural for in order to even think about going through with it.
I think they saw a little glimpse of the beauty and amazingness of natural birth tonight.
I did. I’m always so entranced with birth. Sometimes I wonder how different my life would be if I had been even half-way decent at science and had followed through in my ob/midwifery aims. But then, on the other hand, I am not sure that I would want to take RESPONSIBILITY at a birth. That just seems so…responsible.
Someday, when I’m not lactating, I’d like to train to become a doula. Then I could have all the fun and none of the responsibility. 🙂