Sunday Sermon V - I'm too posh to push....x

It’s official; I’m too posh to push…

Goodbye 4-day week, hello week of significance and far too few hours…

Today has been interesting. We had an NCT Antenatal 7-hour birthathon session. Interesting stuff this giving birth lark.

I have to be honest, that’s the whole point of this blog. I can’t see why, given the choice, anyone would ever choose to have a natural birth, it sounds absolutely horrible. It can take literally days of pain & suffering and leave some pretty lasting damage. Whereas a C-section would appear to mitigate many of these atrocities. Admittedly, it’s a pretty serious operation, but if it was my genitalia that were being turned inside out, I’d go for the C-section every day of the week. I’m clearly too posh to push.

I’d consider myself reasonably aware and in touch with my spiritual self. I totally understand that in many instances, natural is best. But, we’re a throwaway culture, a land of convenience. The reason we don’t make crisps from scratch at home is because Walkers do it better and cheaper and more conveniently. Sometimes it just makes sense to take the more simple option. I believe in shopping local, supporting the organic approach and recycling waste, all make long term sense, but giving birth is so 1955. Embrace the advancement of modern science I say….

Ok, I’m jesting a little. I’d definitely go for a C-section if I had the choice and that’s most likely the choice Fi will take, but the driving force behind the decision is the safety of the babies, not the comfort of the mother particularly. Surely the wellbeing of the babies should be the critical mass in every decision forthwith? Stories today of resolute mothers, refusing to be induced even though the placenta is failing, just because its what they want, rather than what the baby needs. The obsessive need to breastfeed interfering with the essential calorific needs of the baby (or, babies), creating weight loss and nutritional deficiency when it’s evident that it’s physically going to be impossible, just because the ideal had been mapped out so precisely in advance makes no sense and serves only to be destructive.

Who said it’d make any sense? I’m certainly not suggesting there’s even a right or wrong with most of these things. I’m just looking at them from a pragmatists perspective, the view of someone who hasn’t been there and will never have a noteworthy pain threshold. What makes sense to me, will appear as madness you many others, probably even you dear reader.

The most important thing is that we make these decisions for selfless reasons, not because society or trends say we should. A decision made with pure motives should never be regretted, whatever the outcome, whatever the consequence. The trick is knowing when the act of selflessness becomes one that is more a quest of pride than one of altruism. It’s often very difficult to recognise when you’ve past from one to the other, but it’s only Tesco who profit from flogging a dead horse….

One Love

Jez

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