No, I’m not going to cook and eat my placenta. I’m talking about the stew of controversy on birth and childrearing. It’s obnoxious. And I wonder to what extent I, as another maternity blogger, will address the controversies. The only way I could entirely avoid it is by remaining silent on my preferences–which seems stupid. It’s my pregnancy blog. But whether to take a casual approach or a persuasive approach is confusing. I get easily fired up, and I really don’t want to have to be in the position of defending myself to internet strangers, much less family and friends. Nor do I want to offend anyone who makes different choices.
So, currently I’m leaning toward an educational approach. If you are interested in knowing more about me, my pregnancy, and my plans for labor and delivery and beyond, I’m happy to share. But if you’re interested in convincing me that your plan is better for me, you can leave. And I’ll allow all women the same respect in that I will avoid telling them what is in their best interest. Because I could not possibly know that unless it is a estate planning matter in the jurisdiction of Oregon. In which case, I can be of service.
That said, I already find myself in the thick of a stew of controversy. I’ve long ago crossed the “traditional” hospital default option off the list of birthing venues (unless emergencies arise). I desperately and excitedly want to use cloth diapering. I would never circumcise an infant. And even though I personally enjoy the Disney princesses, I lie awake at night worrying that my female children will want to be sexy as young as age 4. And I worry that I’m setting myself up for a lifetime of explaining why I’ve chosen the path of greater cultural resistance. Which I really don’t feel like doing.
I am the first to admit that I am a contrarian. But the above decisions and future important mom decisions come from somewhere deep in my gut/soul/heart/uterus, not out of the desire to be a butt. Although, those times are fun too. And I’ll let you know that I’m self-aware enough to recognize them. For example, I enjoy teasing my incredibly politically conservative parents, so I’m definitely adding this “pacifist” onesie with a pacifier on it to my baby registry. Can’t wait.
…Only knowing them, they’ll retaliate with a Glenn Beck book on how to raise kids or something equally awful.