That’s on the money.
Yes, you can plan the perfect wedding, maybe even the perfect conception and pregnancy. But birth? Sorry, it’s hormones, not your networking skills that are running the show.
I watched my then SO, a thoroughly capable woman who runs an emergency relief organisation reduced to alternatively a blithering, pathetic wreck and inferno screaming for every drug known to mankind, and damming the mid-wife, the hospital, all men in general and the concept of procreation in particularly graphic detail when #1 wouldn’t engage.
The midwife ranked it as one of the top 5 best trantrums ever thrown at the hospital.
Then add the possibility that the process might require intervention, that bubs might come out blue, or yellow, require urgent post-partum treatment or with additional or missing bits.
It’s one of life’s most incredible, intimate experiences, not a photo-op.
That sounds like a little slice of Heaven to me. When I was in labor with my oldest and had all the family women around me it was so comforting. By the time my little one was born most of these women had passed away, and it was not the same. My Mig was a peach but he was so scared the entire time he wasn’t much comfort. I would have loved for my oldest to cut the cord but she had such a negative reaction to my pregnancy she didn’t want to be anywhere near.
Also to whoever posted those “banned from Facebook” nursing photos? I looked at every page. By the time I was done I wanted another baby. Somebody please talk me down!