You'd think that giving birth in country that gave the world Laura Ashley, and that practically invented flowery wallpaper borders--and which has a national health care program--would be a comfortable, frilly, positive experience. And you'd be wrong.
The Sunday Observer chronicles a litany of impersonal, assembly line, cost/benefit- and CYA-driven crap that many British women have to go through when having a child. The forced inductions to keep the baby trains running on time have been discontinued, but the widespread institutional opposition to home birth--a popular British option when the Man United game's on, I guess--continues, as does the aggressive ignoring and warehousing of mothers right after the baby's out.
Reading this, I wondered where the dads were while their partners were being so ignored. Off at the pub? Being chased out of the maternity ward by militant nurses? Who knows? They're not mentioned hardly at all. Next week's installment: 'I cut the cord and all I got was a boot in my arse.'
'I felt isolated and uncared for. I needed a friendly face' [observer.co.uk]