Biblical shepherds and medieval farmhands were delivered by midwives. Today, we have hospitals. And doctors. And hand sanitizer. I’m a civilized man of the 21st century. How, then, can the offspring of the geeky dad be brought into the modern world by Braveheart’s nursemaid?
When Maryalice first mentioned it, my mind went straight to the image of a toothless, humpbacked Old English gal, sporting a dirty brown potato sack shawl and chanting, “Push ‘im out, missus! Push ‘im out, missus!” while my wife squirmed in the bathtub. Apparently, times have changed.
Guys, there’s a whole mess of reasons to support your wife’s decision to deliver with a midwife instead of an OBGYN. Check the stats and do your homework. Chances of a difficult childbirth and C-Section go way down with a midwife. Even more importantly, the comfort level between the mother and the health care provider go way up. I’m finding that to be the biggest selling point so far.
Our midwife is a well-qualified, well-recommended physicians assistant who specializes in midwifery. Her office is part of one of the most lauded baby hospitals in the state, and the delivery will actually be in the hospital. Doctors will be swarming outside, but won’t enter the room unless the midwife hits the panic button. Then, the place will be crawling with docs ready to jump into action.
Obviously, the top-of-your-head answer to your pregnant wife should always be, “Hey, that’s a great idea, baby!” This time, however, the stock answer is a good one. Just make sure the midwife has all her teeth.