I spotted this book on the shelf at Big W and initially I wasn't going to buy it. It's not my usual thing, but over the next few days I kept thinking about it and wanting to read it, so went back and bought it. Immediately bumped it to number one on the TBR list.
It was a interesting read about midwives, not only the ones assisting in the birthing rooms, but also the ones behind the scenes in education, the ones in rural areas or away from hospital helping women and babies in less than ideal conditions. It was a real eye opener, and made me aware of many issues I was previously ignorant of.
One thing in particular it gave me though, was it encouraged me to think about my own birthing experiences. The intervention, the midwives supporting me. I'm almost embarrassed to admit they are a bit of a blur to me now, but they were undoubtedly a great support to me at the time. It made me aware of the differences of attitudes surround birth in the seven years between my first and third children, in terms of intervention and skin to skin after birth. My first was taken straight to a humicrib, I can't help but wonder with the knowledge I have today, could I have pressed for skin to skin to help her regulate temperature? Could I have breastfed immediately after birth, rather than her having to syringe fed for the first 24 hours? And if so, would we have had a successful breastfeeding relationship? Things I'd never really given a great deal of thought to over the past ten years are now coming to the forefront. I think it's great, a book that makes you think is one you remember, and is certainly worthwhile reading.
I think pregnant women, particularly those nervous about birth would benefit from this book. I think uber clucky women who desperately want another baby but their husbands won't agree (bitter? Who me?) should think twice though, because rather than making me want to be a midwife, it just makes me want to go through childbirth again (OMG, did I really just type that?)