You’re a Rock Star Even if Nobody Tells You
We’ve got to get something off our chests. It’s a secret that shouldn’t be. It’s something that doesn’t, for some reason, get said enough or only gets said when the “right” conditions are met. And it’s a shame.
You're a Rock Star! Yes, YOU!
Birthing a baby and parenting said baby until they run your refrigerator out the door, is hard work no matter what. Even for us folk who seem to be floating on cloud 9 in the best breeze, there are days that are just hard. And you're a rock star for showing up. Giving birth to this tiny human is also an incredible feat, no matter the mode of delivery.
Society at large seems to place a higher value on certain types of birth though.
We’ve even noticed that the professionals with whom so many new parents place their trust have demonstrated public preference to birth and are biased in what they deem worthy of public merriment. As care providers and professional support persons in a position of authority, this behavior implicitly ascribes a morality to this value and as such, shames different choices and outcomes. And while it may be unintentional, many parents end up feeling like shit about their birth.
..."I don't know why it bothers me so much, but it does. I did all the things. I took an eight-week childbirth class, hired a well-known doula, read articles, and I joined a moms group for women who were and had birthed naturally. In the end, it was just me, all alone. Noone cheering me on and telling me, 'You're a rock star', or 'You rocked your birth' after a 12-hour labor turned cesarean. I was heartbroken, it would have just felt good to know others saw how hard I tried. Instead, I felt like I let my doula and closest friends down."
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