In Ann Douglas's book, Trying Again, one interviewee states on page 132 that her "body was responsible for my children's lives and deaths."
I thought this was such a profound, frank, and frightening thought. Obviously, outside the womb, we understand the weight of this responsibility for another human being. But what about inside of our body--is a system that is almost entirely outside our control truly our responsibility? If my body is mine, am I by default part of this blame or celebration? We certainly congratulate the woman on giving birth as if she has done the hard work. Yet we don't congratulate each other on other bodily functions during the course of the day (by the way, everyone, great job breathing today). The way we discuss childbirth does point towards this idea--that we are responsible for the lives and deaths of our children--even if the actual process is mostly out of our control.
Based on what we've been talking about for the past two days and ideas of femininity, are we simply too hard on ourselves? Do we accept the responsibility that others place on our shoulders or is it better to throw off that blame or accolades? Should we rethink how we discuss childbirth or should we embrace this idea of responsibility?