Wah wah wah.
I remember a few months ago I really wanted to see this Ricki Lake movie about childbirth, but kept missing it for some reason. I finally got The Business of Being Born yesterday from the library, and while it wasn't some groundbreaking documentary and had only one-sided view (like most documentaries) I would definitely have to say that anyone who's considering having one of those little humans should rent this ASAP.
The movie will open your eyes to the dangers of having a hospital delivery. From the costs to all that medicine you most likely don't need to just being uncomfortable because who the hell likes hospitals to the fact that a hospital is a business, and like restaurants they want you in and out, you really have to wonder why so many women are opting to still do it this way.
Why wouldn't you want to have your baby at home, with your music, with the people you care about all around you or maybe not all around you? These midwives are prepared for obstacles that may happen, and I guess I won't give the whole movie away but far less babies die at in-home childbirths than in hospitals and that right there is something to think about.
I talked to my friend, Jessie, briefly today. And when she asked me if Dominic and I were going to get married and have babies. I was all like noooooooo, not anytime soon. But I'm pretty sure if we decided to give up our lives to some crying, money grubbing life form/pride and joy that I'd like to have this thing coming out of me in my nice claw foot tub with Cat Stevens and Bill Withers singing to me from my computer. And not, by any means necessary, at the mercy of some doctor dude I've probably never met before and the sounds of all those scary machines with a nice big bill waiting for me when the placenta comes flying out.
No thank you.
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