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Anything Else We Can't Talk About?

Politics. Got it. Religion. Okay. People are funny to me sometimes the way we get so worked up about particular subjects, as I'm about to do. You are forewarned.

During a rather banal conversation, I threw in that I want to have a home birth. (When I am finally pregnant.) I should have just said, "Do you know how BIG your BUTT looks?" or made a few "momma" jokes. That would have been more acceptable.

I just love when someone feels the need to lecture me about a decision. I'm all for input. In fact, I like hearing what others have to say before making my decision. That's the reason I RESEARCHED HOMEBIRTHS before I decided that it's what I would prefer if my pregnancy was normal and a hospital was near enough in the event of an emergency.

Like I said, people are funny sometimes. I've heard enough child birth horror stories that are supposed to convince me that I must be in a hospital to give birth. Now I have another to add to the collection. Each one ends the same. "I could have died if the almighty doctor had not been there to save me."

Sorry for the sarcasm. You really don't deserve it. I just wish I could have a conversation for a change where no one is trying to convert me to their side. Don't get me wrong, I love debates. What I don't love is an unspoken agenda to prove I'm wrong. Or the assumption that I don't realize women and babies can DIE in childbirth.

I get it. Despite occasional appearances, I'm really not a total IDIOT.
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Christy said…
I have heard both sides as well. I know someone who almost lost their baby in a home birth. I know someone else who had beautiful home deliveries and would never do it any other way. What is important is to research and make a decision that's best for you and your baby. The truth is, whichever way they come into the world, the birth process is the easy part of having kids :) There's so much more important stuff to get up in arms about!
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Mary said…
I had home birth for all three of my boys and I know exactly what you mean regarding opinions and the looks you get when people find out you did such a horrible thing. It's still considered pretty wacky. I've found that the same is true for home schooling, spanking, adoption, the number of kids you have and the kind of church you go to. People are tender and need to be handled carefully. I'm realizing that with each opinion I develop, someone else with a differing opinion will take offense because if I'm right...they must be wrong right? I don't know why we can't assume that God leads us each in different ways and what is right for me may be completely wrong for you...but it doesn't make you wrong.
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