I've been against circumcision for a good ten years. My older two children are girls, and while I was and am thrilled with who they are, there was a part of me that cried inside every time someone else had a little boy. I couldn't understand why all these sweet baby boys kept going to the people who were planning to circ, while I had girls. I thought if I could save just one baby from being circumcised, I'd feel better. I knew that would only happen if I had my own. No one took my POV about circumcision seriously because I "only" had girls.
Well, I had my first son - my wonderful surprise - a few months ago. He's intact, of course. And I do feel better that there's one more intact boy in the world, that I was able to protect all of my children equally, and that maybe, just MAYBE, my experience with my son will save some other little boy(s) from a painful and unnecessary cosmetic surgery. I'm proud of the fact that we didn't alter our son for the sake of conformity, and I'm especially proud of DH for confronting some tough emotions in order to allow our son to grow up with his whole penis.
But ... I'm also finding that my reaction to any discussion of routine circ is a thousand times more violent and visceral than it used to be, because now it's personal. I want to scream when I look at my beautiful son and his normal, natural body and his sweet, trusting face and think of how everyone around us would have had us hand him over to be traumatized and injured just because he was born a properly-formed male. I feel like weeping when I think about all the other baby boys who weren't as lucky as he was.
Does this get better? I never expected to feel this way.
I thought there would be some consolation in leaving my own son the way he was meant to be, and while it's there, it's totally overshadowed by the hurt, sadness, and rage I feel toward society in general right now.
Well, I had my first son - my wonderful surprise - a few months ago. He's intact, of course. And I do feel better that there's one more intact boy in the world, that I was able to protect all of my children equally, and that maybe, just MAYBE, my experience with my son will save some other little boy(s) from a painful and unnecessary cosmetic surgery. I'm proud of the fact that we didn't alter our son for the sake of conformity, and I'm especially proud of DH for confronting some tough emotions in order to allow our son to grow up with his whole penis.
But ... I'm also finding that my reaction to any discussion of routine circ is a thousand times more violent and visceral than it used to be, because now it's personal. I want to scream when I look at my beautiful son and his normal, natural body and his sweet, trusting face and think of how everyone around us would have had us hand him over to be traumatized and injured just because he was born a properly-formed male. I feel like weeping when I think about all the other baby boys who weren't as lucky as he was.
Does this get better? I never expected to feel this way.
I thought there would be some consolation in leaving my own son the way he was meant to be, and while it's there, it's totally overshadowed by the hurt, sadness, and rage I feel toward society in general right now.










: At least the peds never said a word about it and didn't fiddle with his penis at all, and one of the midwives I saw actually seemed pleased.

) but his penis is not one of those things. 
