The way a woman chooses to give birth is in today’s society a hotly discussed topic. It seems it’s now a no holds barred conversation piece, with even strangers unafraid to ask ‘natural or caesar?’ ‘drugs or no drugs?’ ‘public or private?’ in the name of small talk.
It’s a good thing that birthing has been brought out of the closest, so to speak, but these discussions have now lead to simplistic conclusions related to the mother’s choice or circumstance of the birth and with them latent judgements.
You’ve had an elective caesarean? You must be ‘too posh to push’. Vaginal birth, but with an epidural? Well, that’s cheating. Emergency caesarean? Must have been caused by the ‘cascade of intervention’ in a hospital environment. Vaginal birth, no drugs? Well, you must just be plain crazy. Continue reading
I was bridesmaid at my best friend Kate’s wedding on Saturday (that’s me and my little man walking down the aisle). It was a highly anticipated event, like any wedding, with details fussed over and agonised about for months.
I counted myself blessed and priviliged to have watched her fall in love and settle into a happy life with her partner and to be beside her on her big day.
The fact that there were two brides paled in insignificance to all who witnessed their beautiful ceremony and celebrated with them afterwards.
Love is love, afterall. And these two were radiantly and beautifully in love, sharing their pledges of commitment in front of family and friends.
Unfortunately, the Australian government currently doesn’t see it that way. The ‘little piece of paper’ that us heteros take for granted and can choose to take or leave, represents a whole lot more for those in same sex relationships. Shouldn’t they have the same choice as us?
I was planning a big post on this, but last night Kate uploaded this poster she had made on Facebook and really I couldn’t say it any better than this:
Mr P and I headed in for the big 19-20 week morphology scan on Tuesday. Although the predominant emotion was excitement, there was a nagging sense of apprehension coming along for the ride. I was just hoping that everything looked okay. We had also agreed upon finding out the sex of the baby this time around, which in itself was a new experience.
First time around we went for the ‘surprise’ at birth approach and I enjoyed that experience. But this time around I wanted to feel what ‘knowing’ was like. We honestly had no gender preference either way, so it was more an interest from a practical sense and an interest in having both experiences as this will be our last child. Continue reading
My boy turned two last Friday. Watching him tear into his day with the same wild abandon he used to rip open his presents at 6am in the morning brought such a joy to my heart.
Alot of posts here about my boy have been filled with worry about what the future holds, this appointment or that appointment or why he was late at meeting his milestones.
So caught up in my worry, I haven’t always expressed what amazes me about my boy. And he amazes me everyday – the way he interacts with the world and the people in it tells me this boy will be okay. More than okay.
So, here it is – About a boy age 2 Continue reading