You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy!
Now a days; New Millennium Moms are gearing up for mother hood with a break it you buy it mentality. They tip toe through the birthing process afraid that the tiny gestational sac of goo inside them will break if they so much as burp up a burrito.
CHILLAX new moms. Women have been birthing babies since the dawn of man. Prehistoric mom was out-racing T-Rex to squat in bat guano to crank out a hairy armed kid. If prehistoric mom dilly dallies, the monkey like new born is fondue for some ravenous carnivore with big ass teeth.
Birth is a combat sport ladies. You are not going to break if you bump into something. You think pregnant women crossing the great divide in a wagon were bitching about seat belts. You think moms back in the days of Bravehart were anxious because William Wallace was guzzling mead? Back then the birthing hut was only as sanitary as the dogs who were lapping up the placenta before the cord was even cut. Birth has never been clean. Just deal with it.
From prehistoric moms to Moms birthing on the Mayflower to kids being birthed on the back of a camel in 135 degree heat, babies get born. That’s just the way it is. Wipe them down with a towel, hook up em to a milk spigot and keep moving.
I am a product of the sixties. My mom smoked. My mom drank. I don’t remember seat belts till I was taking my driving test when I was 16 years old.
It’s just a different time for today’s parents. Free Love and dirty Woodstock babies have been replaced by antiseptic, handle the child with a packing peanuts mentality.
We had just completed birthing classes and we had our Lamaze Queen seal of approval. Like a punch drunk fighter, this Neo-Natal expert had beaten me senseless with Uteruses, and appesiotomies, and effacement intervals. I was so ready to never think about these terms again I need a stiff drink.