Outside my bubble

I know preaching to the choir doesn't create change.  But after spending the day at the Baby Expo with masses of pregnant women and experiencing what it appears that the majority of women think, I had only one desire....to climb back into my familiar bubble.  I believe that there were 4 woman all day that stopped at our table to express their desire for a natural birth.  The rest were interested in services and classes but quickly made a point of being "epidural girls."  That is familiar to me but what came next, was not.

The image above elicited not one, but two incidents at my booth, where women proclaimed this image "Gross," "Yuk," "Disgusting."  I had no words. Really. I was speechless.  This is a very modest image, depicting a pure and in my obviously twisted eyes, sacred moment.  How in the hell can this be GROSS?

I quickly scanned my brain again....gross? I recognize that waterbirth and natural birth are not for everyone...but that wasn't what was expressed.  She didn't say, "Oh, that's not for me.  I'm getting an epidural." That, I would be okay with.  Each woman has a right to birth the way she chooses. But no, it was absolute disgust. Horror.

Sad. Really, so sad.  I look now at this image again and see nothing other than raw beauty, power, amazing tenderness in the fathers hand as he touches his daughter, the sacredness of how I imagine every baby would wish to enter the world.

Perhaps I do need to get outside my bubble more and in touch with the masses.  I'm just not sure I'm up for the task.

Peace.