Birth, she is dying.
This primal and unspeakably powerful initiation, the only road to motherhood for our ancestors, has been stripped of her dignity and purpose in our times. Birth has become a dangerous medical disease to be treated with escalating levels, and types, of technological interventions.
Healing birth, healing the earth (1996)
So am I a hero or a martyr? I am neither and none of us are. We all just do the best we can at the time. And as I write this, with my beautiful baby sleeping peacefully next to me, I am acutely aware that it is not the process that brought her here that really matters. It’s just that she is here.
Drug free childbirth (2010)
Would you say the same about your baby’s conception, Amity?
Does it matter if babies are conceived consensually in love whether in a bed or via a petrie dish, or by pack rape in a public space? Once the wedding day is past, do not the couple remember it for life? Do not those who are unable to marry because of prejudice remember other weddings with pain? Could it not colour the way a marriage begins if the couple are terrified, powerless, desperate and injured the day of the wedding?
Why are we so eager to excuse away violence during birth as if it is of no importance to babies or women?
Does it not support further brutalisation in our society when our very entry to the world is in violent circumstances?
MORPHEUS: Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself.
Morpheus holds out a red pill in one hand and a blue in the other.
MORPHEUS: This is your last chance. After this, there is no going back.You take the blue pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed and you believe whatever you want to believe.
The pills in his open hands are reflected in the glasses.
MORPHEUS: You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
Neo reaches for a pill but stops as MORPHEUS breaks the silence.
MORPHEUS: Remember, all I am offering you is the truth. Nothing more.
Neo opens his mouth and swallows the red pill.
MORPHEUS: Follow me.
THE MATRIX Written by Larry and Andy Wachowski April 8, 1996
I sat in a bus the other day. It was rainy, foggy, cold. Condensation sat on my side of the window while grime and rain merged on the outside creating distortions in what I could see. I squinted, moved my head, trying to read a sign in the distance but couldn’t bring it into focus. Finally I realised, “Open the window!” I dragged the sticky small window back from in front of my face and saw clearly the sign that had been obscured by so much hampering my normal vision. As I blinked with relief, my eyes adjusting to the clean light and cool air after the fug of the bus I realised what a powerful metaphor had just been enacted.
Birth is that sign out the window. Our task as parents is to notice that which obscures the view but ultimately to throw open that window and let nothing stand in the way of us embracing normal birth.Take the red pill and make yourself open to the possibility that what you once thought was true may not be.
Do you remember having faced similar challenges over other important decisions in your life? Did you consult only with those by whom the service is provided and who make money from the service? Or did you ask around widely to seek opinions from those outside of the realm of those being paid to provide the service? Did you research buying a car or a house for some time? Make yourself familiar with the features and models of each car, the ways in which dealers work, the impact on the environment and your family of the car you choose?
Then ask yourself this:
What you could do differently in learning about birth before your babies are born?