. “Together they attended childbirth classes every Tuesday evening in the living room of an old Victorian house, where they sat in a large circle on the wooden floor with five other pregnant couples, each of them armed with two pillows for the exercises…. “The instructor, Donna Bell, a dark-haired divorcee in her early thirties, spoke of the joy in seeing one’s child born, of actively participating, of experiencing the togetherness of husband and wife, of feeling in control of labor through various methods of panting and relaxation. It was so important to give the baby the best possible start by not being drugged during labor and delivery. Several times she pointed out that this was not natural, but prepared childbirth. “To Megan, all this sounded wonderful. After only three classes she could barely wait to go to the hospital. How she longed to control her labor, to actively push her child through her vagina. She’d be calm like the woman in film of an actual delivery Donna had shown. The camera had frequently focused on the woman’s features, concentrated in labor. Labor, according to Donna, meant hard work. A smile of euphoric dimensions spread across the mother’s face as her child was born and handed to her. There was no indication that she might have been experiencing pain at any stage. She never flinched. She never even bit her lip. “Not once during the entire eight-week course was the word pain mentioned.” Pages 66-67. This was just how it was for us, in the childbirth classes preparing for S’s birth.