Five years ago I had never once believed in God, not even as a child. All my life I was a content atheist; it was simply obvious to me that God did not exist. I thought that religion and reason were incompatible, and eventually became vocally anti-Christian. In 2005 I began to have doubts about atheism and started this blog to ask questions of believers. Long story short, I blogged my way from lifelong atheism to Catholicism (my husband and I both entered the Catholic Church in 2007). I now write about faith after atheism. Welcome to my blog, I'm glad you're here!
Finally, an alternative to A Baby Story
Discovery Health has a show about midwives that's supposed to be great called House of Babies. I can't find a good summary of it but here's the schedule.
I don't know why anyone even watches A Baby Story. It's the same thing every time: the woman wants to have a natural labor; she ends up getting induced for a really vague reason; she gets an epidural; about four medical personnel suited up in masks, plastic eye shields and rubber gloves hand her her baby over the divider tarp; they promptly take the baby away from her and sit it in a little tray, uncovered, while it cries (I have never understood why this is necessary). After staying in the hospital for a while she's wheeled out in a wheelchair like she's an invalid. Yawn.
Although it's a good thing that the House of Babies camera crew wasn't following me around when I had my son at our birthing center and he was compound presentation. Nobody would ever have natural childbirth again after watching my less-than-graceful handling of the situation. And it would probably get an X rating for language. I didn't even know I knew some of the words I was shouting.
I don't know why anyone even watches A Baby Story. It's the same thing every time: the woman wants to have a natural labor; she ends up getting induced for a really vague reason; she gets an epidural; about four medical personnel suited up in masks, plastic eye shields and rubber gloves hand her her baby over the divider tarp; they promptly take the baby away from her and sit it in a little tray, uncovered, while it cries (I have never understood why this is necessary). After staying in the hospital for a while she's wheeled out in a wheelchair like she's an invalid. Yawn.
Although it's a good thing that the House of Babies camera crew wasn't following me around when I had my son at our birthing center and he was compound presentation. Nobody would ever have natural childbirth again after watching my less-than-graceful handling of the situation. And it would probably get an X rating for language. I didn't even know I knew some of the words I was shouting.
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