Drug-Free or C-Section: Giving Birth Is the Least Important Thing You'll Do as a Mom
Before I get into this, I can’t tell you how many nights this topic as kept me awake. I’ve felt a lot of disappointment, I’ve shed tears, I’ve been angry. And then, in the end, I’ve decided that I’ve wasted a lot of time thinking about it. A friend recently did a post on her blog that mentioned it, and it got me thinking again, and this is the conclusion I’ve come to:
When I was first pregnant with Thing 1, I got me a midwife and made plans to birth in a birthing center. It was the experience I wanted. But then my pregnancy and body intervened and I ended up with my caesarian birth. Now, I’m not one of those women who feel like they were pressured by doctors, bullied into it, and left with lots of angry, resentful feelings. Because of the circumstances, I had some warning and was able to work through my feelings and prepare myself. I also had the best OB-GYN ever. And I can say, without any hesitation, that the day Thing 1 was born was the best day of my life. I feel the same about the day that Thing 2 was born. It was amazing. And for either day I can sincerely say that I have no regrets about the decision making process.
Despite the fact these two days were so wonderful, for some reason I still like to beat myself up over it. Outwardly, I’ve been all “It was the best thing for us, I’m grateful for the modern medicine that we have when we need it…” blah, blah, blah. But internally I’ve just felt a lot of guilt. But that is stupid. Guilt?!?! Guilt for WHAT exactly?
In the post my friend did on her blog, she talked about how she’d be confronted with the idea that mothers who give birth unmedicated love their babies more than women who birth via cesarean. I hope that I don’t need to point out to you how ridiculous that is. But, I’m going to frame it like this anyway:
I know a group of women (including my sister) who have built their family through adoption. They are the best moms I know. Unequivocally. (Sorry other moms I know, it’s just how it is.) Their love for the children is not less because someone else birthed them. (In fact, I would argue the opposite, but let us leave that out of it for now.) So then let me ask you this:
How important can birthing be to motherhood if someone else can do it for you and it doesn’t affect the way you mother at all? It is kind of an ordinary biological process when it comes down to it.
And if that is the case, it can’t really matter that much to your baby if he or she is born au natural in a birth center, or if you’re opened up for retrieval. I can pretty much guarantee that your baby couldn't care less. The end result for them was the same.*
I’m not arguing that birth is not important. I’m just arguing that it is a moment. And it is a moment that, in the long run, doesn’t really matter to your baby at all. And it has absolutely no bearing on how you love or parent that child. It is a moment more about the woman than it is the child. It is a moment that she will carry around with her for the rest of her life. It is a moment that she will remember often in other quiet moments as she ponders the life of her child. And it is a moment that she will celebrate in a private and special way every year on that child’s birthday. But it is a moment that each woman deserves to celebrate, no matter how the birth happened (even adoptive mothers). As such, the woman should just have the experience she wants. Be that at home or in a hospital, embracing the pain or all drugged up, there is just no reason to feel guilty about it. Your baby doesn’t care, and it is no one else’s business.