Pity the Fool

It has been two weeks and my mind is filled with thoughts common to birthaholics and lactivists. I muse, ruminate, ponder, and get pissed. Then I write. The healthcare system is going to hell in a handbasket, infant and maternal mortality rates are actually rising (along with cesarean rates) and women really don't seem to have a clue and are lulled into a false sense of security that their doctors have their best interests at heart. Yet all of this doesn't make me despair. It makes me feel a sense of purpose. I feel more committed than ever to bringing my book to press. In last Wednesday's New York Times, there was a somewhat tepid review of Ricki Lake's film, "The Business of Being Born." Granted, homebirth is a hard sell in this day of insta-births. It boils down to a classic less is more argument. It will take real finesse to make this a palatable (or plausable) argument for those who think excessive use of technology in birth represents the best and the safest.