I’m proud of the births I’ve had. I don’t know why others want to take that joy away from me.
Me, my husband, my children. That’s all it’s ever been about. The other world is shut out. My best decision for me. You don’t have to agree. But can’t you allow me my choice? My joy? My experience?
These are the happiest moments of my life. And yet I’m on the defense so often. So often, I just shut up. I hide it. I keep quiet. I won’t share with you because you’ll feel bad somehow. Bad because I’m happy? Bad because I’m brave? Bad because I’m empowered in a way that you never knew was possible. In a way you never were interested in.
You chose big white shiny building with sparkling floors and sterile needles. That’s fine. It’s fine for you. It’s fine for so many. But it’s not fine for me.
It’s not about bedside manner. It’s not about getting back to nature. It’s about my husband at my side, reaching down, being the first hand to touch the fruit of the gift he gave me. It’s about welcoming home my precious babe. No bright lights. No room transfers. No release forms.
Just mom and dad, brothers, sisters, and love.
Me, my husband, my children. That’s all it’s ever been about. The other world is shut out. My best decision for me. You don’t have to agree. But can’t you allow me my choice? My joy? My experience?
These are the happiest moments of my life. And yet I’m on the defense so often. So often, I just shut up. I hide it. I keep quiet. I won’t share with you because you’ll feel bad somehow. Bad because I’m happy? Bad because I’m brave? Bad because I’m empowered in a way that you never knew was possible. In a way you never were interested in.
You chose big white shiny building with sparkling floors and sterile needles. That’s fine. It’s fine for you. It’s fine for so many. But it’s not fine for me.
It’s not about bedside manner. It’s not about getting back to nature. It’s about my husband at my side, reaching down, being the first hand to touch the fruit of the gift he gave me. It’s about welcoming home my precious babe. No bright lights. No room transfers. No release forms.
Just mom and dad, brothers, sisters, and love.
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