#birth worker

[aznisure]

“whats with the robe?” “i find its easier to get people to accept what i am when im shaped like their idea of it, ive also grown fond of this form over the recent centuries”

or, the twins meet Death

[dontmean2bepoliticalbut]

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

help i just witnessed a caesarean birth i'm going to throw myself out a window what do you mean they cut into you and then pull AN ENTIRE BABY OUT OF YOU THERE IS AN ENTIRE CHILD IN THERE THAT LOOKS LIKE SOMETHING OUT OF A HORROR FILM I HAVE NEVER BEEN QUITE THIS TRAUMATISED BY HORROR BEFORE THIS IS WORSE THERE ARE TEARS FALLING FROM MY EYES RIGHT NOW MY JAW IS HURTING FROM HOW WIDE I HAVE IT OPEN IN A SILENT SCREAM THAT IS A HORRIFIC PROCESS I THINK WE SHOULD OUTLAW BIRTH I'VE NEVER REALLY LIKED BABIES VERY MUCH BUT NOW THAT I KNOW HOW THEY CAN COME OUT I THINK I'LL BACK AWAY IN FEAR YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT'S NATURAL??? IT'S NATURAL THAT WE GROW. THAT? THAT INSIDE US? AND IT COMES OUT? AND STARTS CRYING? BITCH I SHOULD BE THE ONE CRYING. GO BACK IN THERE. BETTER YET, VANISH. NEVER DO THAT AGAIN. I HATE IT HERE. I WOULD SOONER DIE THAN HAVE A BABY IN ME. THAT IS. PURE HORROR. I'M SO UNCOMFORTABLE. CAN I GET RID OF MY UTERUS? IS THAT AN OPTION? I DON'T WANT IT ANYMORE. I REALLY REALLY REALLY WANT IT OUT OF ME SO THERE'S NO CHANCE OF AN ALIEN TYPE EVENT HAPPENING. I FEEL NAUSEOUS. I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS. MY LIMIT HAS BEEN CROSSED. CAN SOMEONE HIT ME REALLY HARD IN THE HEAD SO I FORGET THE LAST 10 MINUTES. PLEASE.

[v1p0]

Random sketches part 2: Kipo and @keivtev ‘s Neek version.

[meanpregcomm]

Imagine you have a new bunkmate pt 2

Pt 1 here:

Despite my best attempts, it was impossible to avoid seeing the human submarine I'd bigged. She shuffled slowly around the ship, crying as she carried laundry, crying as she nursed another of her children, and moaning in pleasure as she continued her duties in the room next to mine.

The captain had granted my wish to be moved, but the new bunk was comically close to my old one, which had been rearranged with a larger, single bed in the center of the room. No more ruining perfectly good furniture because the girl's belly was so obscenely swollen.

I couldn't meet her eyes, but I did send gifts to the children through the other crew members--little trinkets or extra bits of food. I wouldn't claim the children inside her. I couldn't be responsible for extra mouths to feed, I was young and just making my way in the world. It wasn't my fault that she had gotten pregnant the first time someone had touched her after her latest birth. But I wasn't an unfeeling man. I didn't wish her ill, and I knew better than most of the sailors how much she struggled. And, unlike most of the crew of this ship, I knew they were mine. Although...the crew did have their guesses about which of the babies that kept coming out of her abused pussy might have belonged to each of them. But she could never be certain enough to make a real accusation. They would have laughed in her face.

When her due date was clearly imminently approaching, we were dockside in Finland. I had permission to take shore leave, but I felt torn when I imagined vacationing while she gave birth. On the one hand, I knew that being physically near the mother of my children for the event wouldn't do her any good. I wasn't a midwife, or even a family member. On the other hand, my guilt at abandoning children I knew were mine, and abandoning their mother in her hour of need seemed especially cruel.

I made up my mind--I would stay nearby in case she needed me. I knocked on her door and gave her a little speech about being there for her during the birth, and the relief that flowed into her face was depressing. She either hadn't put together that I was the father, or she was so used to birth being a solitary experience that she would take anyone as a birth partner, even the man who had tricked her into getting fat with more unwanted children.

I read in my room while I waited for her contractions to start, made excuses to my friends for why I wasn't leaving, and after a few hours, I did start to hear moans of pain from the other side of the wall. I went to summon the doctor, and when we both entered my former room, we found her face down, ass up on her newer, larger bed, moaning and rocking through a contraction. One of her younger babies was crying, and her older children were huddled in the corner, wide-eyed.

"Get these children out of here," the doctor snapped at me, "and get a woman from the kitchen." After a few minutes of searching I'd come back with Katherine, and she had shuffled the brood to the galley with promises of oranges. She shot me a look behind the doctors back as she carried the screaming baby away from her laboring mother.

There was no time for anyone to address the elephant in the room--how she'd ended up in this situation--so I gripped one of the laboring mother's arms as the doctor gripped another, and we helped her into a squat. The doctor checked her dilation, and I saw his eyes widen. She's almost ready to push," he said to me, and she looked up wild eyed. "Already? she panted, "But the contractions just started!"

The doctor nodded and pressed lightly on the top of her enormous belly. She began to let out a guttural groan so primal I will never forget it as long as I live. And that's when I started to regret my decision to stay. Maybe there was a reason fathers didn't attend the births of their children. Maybe it was unnatural for a man to see these images. The doctor snapped at her to pay attention and keep her breathing even. "This is your sixth child," he admonished, "you'd think you'd be better at giving birth." She only moaned weakly in reply, pawing limply at her gargantuan bump as if she could stroke the babies inside her out. On the doctor's command, she gave a strained cry and bore down, and her bulging pussy opened to reveal a dark circle, which, as she breathed slowly, eventually became a head.

When she gave another deep moan and I saw my child's head hanging between her legs, the contents of my stomach came up and I knew I couldn't stay a moment longer. I lost my nerve and ran, gagging, from the room up to the deck for air.

She'll be fine, I assured myself as her screams of agony drifted up to me from the bowels of the boat. Women have done this for millennia.

[problemnyatic]

I would rather a hundred million people get free shit they don't deserve than one single person go without basic necessities.

[iero]

The passport application process as a first time passport applicant is so daunting to me. Worst $300 I’ve ever had to spend and you don’t get that money back if your app gets denied?! What the fuck?

[barefootbaltimore]

Did you know that if you go to a hospital while in labor they will give you fentanyl directly into your spine and that's not a problem but if you test positive for cannabis (a substance that is legal to purchase on every street in your state)they WILL send social services to your home.

[loveblackculture]

This group that I’m so proud to be a part of is called Speak, Move, Change and we curate two virtual series’ to address the crisis in reproductive health in the United States. As part of our collective work, Speak, Move, Change hosts virtual events during Black Maternal Health Week in April and we curate a week-long virtual series for an initiative that we launched in 2023 called the National Postpartum Awareness Week for BIPOC birthing people. The National Postpartum Awareness Week (PAW) was created by our collective and is designed to heighten awareness for stakeholders around the country so that comprehensive, equitable, trauma and culturally relevant care are provided to BIPOC mothers, birthing people, their babies and partners during the 4th Trimester. We believe that “postpartum is forever” and that everyone deserves to receive care that honors their humanity

[the-meme-monarch]

i want to do one of those “drawing every character” things for chulip . get drawed idiots. and also provide hopefully more game-accurate drawings of them for other people to use as references bc man some of these guidebook illustrations do not match

[panb1mbo]

the disrespect it is to call a white woman the founder of the doula movement like it’s some new age concept instead of ancestral care work that has been around since before we started claiming white people are at the forefront of birth work movements

[out-of-heaven-and-hell]

Ryuko will be willing to rent out the whole theater for just such an occasion. The movie will be seen even if the kid has to be born in the theater!

Let's fucking goooooo

[innervoiceartblog]

[pro-birth]

“What makes women want to lick their babies after birth” WHOMST????

[curiousorigins]

So we all know about the older generation freaking out about the birth decline right? And that one of the reasons has been that they're worried about not enough people around to care for them in their old age.

(Hence one reason why supposedly there was a push to revoke Roe V. Wade because that would magically solve it. [even though lots of women died of birth related complications prior to Roe and now people are literally getting themselves sterilized to prevent that fate.])

But anyways, I have a new theory, it's about real estate. If people are truly dying faster at a significant rate than people are being born, then one, a lot of us will be inheriting property. Two, there may be an excess of real estate very soon, if birth decline trends continue.

What is one of the hardest things in a person's life to attain, property a place to live. Which has definitely been used to control people.

There's also a fact that real estate up until fairly recently was considered one of the safest ways of investing money. Most people would rather sell their home than not pay their mortgage.

What are the two ways that rich people make money without labor or control their workforce (if they're even business owners at all.)?

In interest, via people paying for their mortgages and in owning and renting property. Who's going to bother renting if there's a bunch of houses? How worthwhile will their many acres be if there's a ton of empty houses? Their land won't be gaining value just by existing in their names anymore.

If a true excess of houses happens, then the main money in real estate ventures will actually be in repairing them, maintaining them, and customizing them. All jobs that would be considered blue collar work that actually requires real labor.

The rich people paid various analysts to say that a declining birth rate would make the old people not get care (Which makes sense because the party that serves the richest also tends to be voted for via old people.) So they chose a fear that most of their voters would care about to take advantage of...

But yeah, it's about real estate and banks and not making interest anymore for doing nothing but holding onto resources. Also obviously the less people there are, the more valuable all laborers would be too. When there's more people than jobs, that's an employers market, right? They can lowball their workers and the workers have to go for it because they need a place to live and eat. Where there are more jobs than people, that's an employees market. Where the main negotiation actually favors them, because they are hopefully empowered to know that the company needs them more than they need that company.

[girl-drink-drunk]

recontextualizing who i am at my desk job as a drag performance in an at&love sketch