i'm certain that i don't hate midwives. i did have to go through a deep phase of working through why i wasn't choosing midwifery care--and i did have issues with specific CNMs and CPMs in relation to that--but otherwise, i don't hate midwives.
i think that i am upset about the whole system of woman/child care in this country (the US). i have serious qualms with the way that we are treated.
and the isolation is pretty intense.
my most recent experience was that i was excited about hawk's first steps. it was so beautiful. i was overwhelmed.
i was answering an email in a non-parenting list that i use (about moving to NZ!), and someone mentioned the anti-smacking (anti-spanking) referendum (it's illegal there). and i spoke about how children should be protected under the law. in the later discussion, to which i was answering on the day hawk walked, i happened to share that.
it upset someone (a childfree by choice person), and then i apologized for mentioning it.
i find that i cannot and do not often share the most simple joys that i find in motherhood. if i share it with another mother, it becomes a comparison game (either: you're judging me and my child because s/he isn't walking yet or didn't walk by the same age; or my child is superior to your child because. . .). if i share it with a non-mother, i'm just being an annoying, besotted woman who can't see beyond her own child (i'm self-absorbed and no longer have the mind or ability to think'care about anything else).
i'm not at all mainstream, and so i find going to mainstream mommy groups difficult; and the non-mainstream groups are so spread out, i can hardly get to the meetings--i don't want to drive 1-2 hrs to get to a 1-2 hr meeting, and then 1-2 hrs home each week. it's too much for me, and it's too much for hawk.
i often feel like i am doing this completely alone.
and while i am very, very happy with what i do. i love being a mom and being a mom-- that is, in the actual relating to and caring for and being with my son--is really joyous, fun, easy, miraculous, etc. it's just so awesome.
but, i find that i can't share it without it becoming an issue for folks at some level. no one wants to hear about how he interacted with that balloon all evening or how he discovered a bird's nest, or how he likes to blow out candles or drink from a straw. yk? and then it came out sideways in an email and i felt embarassed about that.
i don't feel thati 'm not without support--my husband is great; our families visit often; i have a few sitters that i can turn to; i have a couple of friends (all of whose children are over 5); but day to day, it can get lonely.
ah well, i do ok.
