How It
Feels to Be Born
“The
moment, or even hours, of passive, helpless terror when the uterine
contractions suddenly begin, and then continue, and continue, or the more
active torture of the second stage of delivery, when the cervix opens and
propulsion through the birth canal commences, continuing with an unremitting
intensification of sheer fright and utter agony, to a climax amounting to an
experience of annihilation, and then, suddenly, release, deliverance, light!
and the sharp pain of umbilical severance, suffocation until the bloodstream
finds its new route to the lungs, and then, breath and breathing on one’s own.”
Joseph Campbell, Myths to Live By
The most
terrifying part must be the suffocation, when you’re out of the womb and have
to begin breathing, but you don’t know how to begin, and then somebody slaps
your bottom and you scream—and breathe.
Except that in our new Age of the Nicey-Nice they don’t slap your bottom anymore; that’s too violent. So you’re on your own in figuring out the breathing.
“All of
life is sorrowful, born in fear and pain, expiring in fear and pain, and with
little in between except more fear and pain.”
The Buddha
And
laughter.
[excerpted from the book by U.R. Bowie: Here We Be. Where Be We?]
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