I couldn’t have been more surprised if
a turkey suddenly appeared on our patio and begged to come in.
Because I’m not cooking this
Thanksgiving, my perusal of the Los
Angeles Times was slow and leisurely.
When I finally arrived at The Opinion pages, I was still in low flame mode--especially
since my favorite section has always been Opinion. I relish getting the extra, underplayed “facts”
attached to a passionate point of view.
When I glanced at the featured “letter”
(nicely placed under a full-color picture), I suddenly remembered I’d sent the
paper my own version/opinion of a recent article. I began reading . . . then jumped to the bottom.
Oh my Lord, the letter-writer was
me!
Rob said, “Why the sudden shriek?”
Well. Mainly because The Times promises they’ll “let you
know” if you’re being published. But four times, now, I’ve simply been
surprised. When I sent my email, I knew
it was too long . . . yet here I was. Meaning relevance outranks length.
Here’s how it appeared: DEBATING CHILDBIRTH: re “Is ‘natural
motherhood’ really more feminist?” Opinion, Nov. 19. Then—my letter:
In
1950, pregnant with my first child, I read Grantly Dick-Read’s “Childbirth
Without Fear.” I urged my respected obstetrician to let me deliver “naturally,”
or drug-free. His astonishment was obvious.
In those days, that meant no husband present either. For five hours,
alone, I suffered a rising river of pain. Finally, no longer able to stand it,
I begged for relief. The “shot” put me under—so deep I was still unconscious
when my 11-pound, 3-ounce baby boy was born. Subsequently, with five more
births, only one was exactly as Dick-Read described—relatively fast and mostly
pain free.
Since then I’ve seen a daughter and daughter-in-law give birth, one with
no drugs, the other with an epidural. Both scenarios came out great.
My point? Childbirth pain is neither ennobling nor necessary, and
nothing is gained by being a “martyr.”
Women should feel free to follow their own inclinations.
Today I phoned a few people for copies to send East. Then discovered “copies"
aren’t available when you get your news on a phone. Oh, well. It’s still a good surprise.
With my first I was determined to avoid pain meds. Took the "Bradley Method" classes and everything. I got stuck for 5 hours with no progression, and clearly was getting more and more exhausted. Finally I got the epidural, and 45 minutes later my son was born. Clearly for those 5 hours all I was doing was fighting my body. The epidural allowed me to relax and let the muscles do their thing. From that experience I encourage every woman I know to follow her body: scream, howl, get the epidural if it feels right in the moment. A woman's body knows exactly what it needs, and will tell her if she listens ;)
ReplyDeleteI never knew this, Kelly. Good for you. I appreciate hearing your experience. Maralys
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