I'm not pregnant or anything, but I had a really vivid birth dream last night, and figured I'd share it here...
I was giving birth in a hospital - a 1940's style hospital. I was up on a tall, tall metal bed, and I watched from outside myself while the baby was born into a raised metal tray. He squirmed around in the tray, not very comfortable, until the doctor picked him up. He was a chubby boy, with lots of black hair and a scrunched-up expression. The doctor brought him over to me, and I felt lucky that I would get to hold my baby so soon. As he got ready to hand me the baby, I asked meekly if I could please have a pillow or something, since my head didn't feel very comfortable leaning back on the flat metal. The doctor said he would see. I had the feeling that this was actually a very friendly doctor, with a kind manner. But he handed me my baby, who was all shut up inside a metal box, like a robot. There was a feeding arm on one side, and a grate in the front that I couldn't see through, and some buttons. I held the metal robot box with my baby inside, put my face by the grate, and cried and cried...
Just as I started to wake up, I figured out how to open the metal box. I knew the doctors would want me to put the baby back in, but I knew I wasn't going to...
I don't know why I had this dream. I had a near-perfect birth at the Farm, and don't ever plan to give birth at a hospital.
I guess that's just how I feel about the medical model, or something. *shrug*
I was giving birth in a hospital - a 1940's style hospital. I was up on a tall, tall metal bed, and I watched from outside myself while the baby was born into a raised metal tray. He squirmed around in the tray, not very comfortable, until the doctor picked him up. He was a chubby boy, with lots of black hair and a scrunched-up expression. The doctor brought him over to me, and I felt lucky that I would get to hold my baby so soon. As he got ready to hand me the baby, I asked meekly if I could please have a pillow or something, since my head didn't feel very comfortable leaning back on the flat metal. The doctor said he would see. I had the feeling that this was actually a very friendly doctor, with a kind manner. But he handed me my baby, who was all shut up inside a metal box, like a robot. There was a feeding arm on one side, and a grate in the front that I couldn't see through, and some buttons. I held the metal robot box with my baby inside, put my face by the grate, and cried and cried...
Just as I started to wake up, I figured out how to open the metal box. I knew the doctors would want me to put the baby back in, but I knew I wasn't going to...
I don't know why I had this dream. I had a near-perfect birth at the Farm, and don't ever plan to give birth at a hospital.
I guess that's just how I feel about the medical model, or something. *shrug*
