“Any physician who picks up a scalpel and does major abdominal surgery, which is what a C-section is, because that doctor is afraid of litigation, is not practicing medicine but is practicing fear and greed,”
So says Marsden Wagner, perinatologist and former director of Women’s and Children’s Health for the World Health Organization, to the Washington Post this week.
Every time I hear about the C-section rates I am flabbergasted. How could this possibly be happening?! Why aren’t women getting angry? I mean, really really angry?
Here’s my own message …

For Mother’s Day, I asked Arp to get me a copy of Dr. Sarah J. Buckley’s book, Gentle Birth, Gentle Mothering. I actually didn’t know much about Sarah J. Buckley until I had the joy of seeing her in a pre-screening of the new film Orgasmic Birth. So I checked out her website and found out that she is a pretty fascinating person. I’ve been really into learning more about birth lately, since Arp and I might be considering trying again soon. So I figured that …

Was your birth orgasmic? If not literally, was it wonderful and life-changing? Were you ecstatic? I’m not talking about the part where you get your baby. I’m talking about the process of going through labor and birth, and then holding your baby. Was that amazing?! It sure was for me!
Bloggers and people interested in birth are talking about a new film, Orgasmic Birth, which is having its’ world premiere on May 12th. My good friend and fellow blogger Summer talks about the film …

Then (when I was, maybe, 22): I remember having a discussion with my sister about whether, when I had kids someday, I would breastfeed them. We both decided that we would “try” it. My big concern was whether it would infringe on my sleep and cause me to get more migraines.
Now: I’ve been breastfeeding for 4.5 years straight. Part of that time, including now, is tandem nursing. I help other women to breastfeed their children. I know now that whether you breastfeed or not, …

I was reading this old post on Wired For Noise and thinking about all the stress that outing myself as a homeschooler has been giving me lately. I suppose it’s hard because M is right at the age when he would be heading off to kindergarten soon, so I seem to be constantly having to answer the question about whether he will be gong to school next year. And I’m too much of an idealist (or maybe just a bitch?) to pussyfoot around the topic. So I …