In the shower tonight this came to me and I thought I would share it with
you.
Hope you are all well.
Rhonda.
I do not understand!
I am the obstetrician – I come to save you from the burden and the pain of
birth. I come to free you of the risks of nature. Why do you turn away from
me?
I have the knowledge of seeing a generation of children born before my
eyes. I have the knowledge of my predecessors and those who birthed children
before them. I have the tools and the medicine to give you your baby without
the pain and without the risks of nature. I have the technology - pethadine
and stirrups, epidurals and cesarean sections. I have spinals and gas,
episiotemy’s and sutures. I can control you and I can deliver your baby to
you. Why do you not respect my wisdom? I do not understand you?
I am a woman – I was born with a single precious gift within my body. I was
born a woman to deliver to the world a new generation. I have learned from my
mother and from those who have birthed before me. I have a natural ability to
birth my child. I have the strength and the faith to conquer the pain and
deliver my baby in a gentle and sacred way.
I am a woman who has felt the sting of your needle and the pain of your
caesarean section. I have watched you take my baby from me and I have
struggled for weeks and months for her return. I have felt the confusion, the
sadness and the coldness of your technology. I turn away from the anguish and
heartache of your cold medical birth and I look deeply and longingly at the
strength of women and the beauty of nature.
I am an obstetrician who has seen the dangers and casualties of birth and I
reject your views. I don’t see that my medicine can cause you harm – I am here
to help. I have been taught to help and I must do something to you. You must
need me to deliver your baby.
I am a woman who has seen the beautiful birth of babies with none of your
tools and none of your help. I have also seen the increase in Post Natal
Depression and the anger left in the hearts and souls of women. I have seen
the babies dumped on doorsteps and marriages that have broken, the pain and
confusion of mothers that leads to dysfunctional relationships and tormented
children. The price of your help is so high – can you not see what you have
done? I have seen the anger and the rage about your help I have heard the
cries for it to stop. Why can you not support and assist nature without having
to use your tools? Why can you not respect and accept the beauty, strength and
wisdom that women have? I do not understand you?
15/8/01
Rhonda Polley
