Think about all the drugs you may have encountered since you started down the birth canal. It’s astounding how bombarded we are by numbers… (drugs that numb, that is)
It’s a bummer to be numb when you’re wanting to be humming
Shootin’ down the pike into the world you’re coming
Used to be that ether was the drug of choice
Didn’t mask the pain but took away mom’s voice
Morphine, Scopolamine later Demurral and Versed
For numbing out the moms, pulling babe out by his head
All numb and woozie-boozie, Frozen and immobile
From the baby’s perspective it is positively horrible
When you can’t use your legs and your vision is all cloudy
It takes a long, long time ‘til you hear your parent’s “Howdy.”
The world is overwhelming it’s loud and bright and scary
You might think drugs would help, but we ought to be quite wary
Of effects not listed on the neat white medication brochure
Like starting life without the power we’re meant to use for sure
What's the true cost of numbing-up the moms?
Angry little babies later want to drop some bombs.
Ether was the drug of choice in 1948. Mom was given a little mask to breathe into and the ether took her into the etheric realm of diffusion and a profusion of colored visions – trippy. Moms and babies would meet somewhere up on the ceiling – looking down on their non-participating bodies while the heroic doctor did all the work of birth – using forceps. Welcome to the world, little one, let me squeeze your head with these salad tongs… it won’t hurt …. me!
It's a good thing humans are resilient. Still, I wonder how the world would be different if our birthing practices in the US of A were more humane. (And we wonder why our congress folk are so combative! How many wars are we engaged in currently?) Unresolved rage has to show up somewhere!
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