"Everybody knows
that pestilences have a way of recurring in the world, yet somehow we find it
hard to believe in ones that crash down on our heads from a blue sky. There
have been as many plagues as wars in history, yet always plagues and wars
take people equally by surprise."- The Plague by Camus
I didn’t want to go for a walk yesterday.
I wanted to go back to bed at noon and hide under my
weighted blanket.
“The world is changing.” (LOTR)
I didn’t want to do yoga this morning.
I wanted to lay on the couch and drink heavily spiked
coffee.
“The world turned upside down.” (Hamilton)
I don’t want to think about doing my next birth with
PPE (Personal protection Equipment). I want to do births the way I have always done them,
fully engaged with my body as well as my mind, without a mask pressing dents into my
face, and my breath fogging up my protective glasses.
“The average person
touches their face three to five time every minute. In between that we’re touching door knobs, water
fountains and each other.” (Contagion)
But I’m doing all these
things. I don’t feel like doing. Because
today I’m not reading one of my books or adventure stories, or watching a sci-fi
dystopia or doomsday film.
I’m living this scary movie in real time.
And it came on quick. Just six weeks ago I was
planning my fifty-first birthday weekend in New Orleans.
Now I've sent my kids away for their protection, am living in isolation (officially known as "shelter in place") and go only between my house and
my job as a midwife at a birthing center.
“This is our routine. Day
and night, all we do is survive. It never lets up. He tells me how these
streets were crowded with people just...
going about their lives. Heh, must've been nice” (The Last of Us)
As one of the only 319 licensed midwives in the state of Texas,
suddenly my health is of great importance to a great many people.
Beyond that, as a fifty-one
year old woman with a history of asthma and respiratory disorders I do very
much hope to avoid tangling with COVID-19 for my own sake as well.
However, there is this
problem of isolation. I do not want to
end up like Will Smith talking to his dog and a mannequin and memorizing Shrek
word for word. (I Am Legend)
Except for me that
would be my cat and the childbirth education baby doll and memorizing the
extended version of Lord of the Rings.
Okay, I’ve already done
that, but still. It could get worse. I could start speaking exclusively in Elvish.
“It does not do
to leave a live dragon out
of your calculations, if you live near him.” (LOTR)
Amazingly, I still have
conversations with people almost daily either in person on online who still
refuse to believe this is a real threat. They think it is a joke,
overblown by media, or a conspiracy theory, or, a combination of all three of these.
I try to be kind to them.
Good thing they can’t
see the expression behind my mask.
“Most people don't
believe something can happen until it already has. That's not stupidity or
weakness, that's just human nature.” (World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War)
I understand the
denial.
As a Christian I
struggle the most with other Christians who are using their faith in God as a
cover for ignorance or denial or pride. I fully understand
the misuse of “faith” to minimize real-world risk, because I have walked that
path, and seen people die. As a follower of Jesus, I do have faith but I also
know full well I am mortal.
My faith is not that my
God will keep me from dying as much as it is in where I will go after I die.
“What one does when faced with the truth
is more difficult than you’d think. I learnt this the hard way, a long, long time ago. And now, my life
will never be the same...” (Wonder
Woman)
I had one night
recently where I faced that fear, the fear of dying. The hard part was, realizing that the place I
have always felt the strongest, most confident and most safe- the birthing
room- was now the most dangerous place in the world for me as a midwife.
“You never know how
much time you'll have” (The Host)
I did not like that
feeling. I love birth, and the birthing
room has always been my safe happy place, a haven in a fallen world, where
everything is as it has been from the beginning.
I called a midwife
friend for help. She reminded me, “Think
of the people you are serving, who are able to stay out of the hospital and be
safer at this critical time because of you.”
That did it. I found my way out of the dark place, and
back into the brightness of the birthing room.
And I found that once I was there, everything was still as it always had been.
Turns out, once I am with a person in labor, I
forget about COVID-19. I forget about
risk. I almost forget about my mask -except
that my nose keeps itching. I don’t think about anything except the beauty of
birth, the strength of women, and how I can support that strength and be the
lifeguard I need to be of this sacred moment.
So I want to reassure
all the birthing families.
As we take all the necessary precautions, I
just want you to know, this is still your midwife behind this mask. And you are still strong. And birth is still holy and good.
And I will not let that
change.
Sam Wise Gamgee: “It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be
here. But we are. It's like in the great stories Mr. Frodo. The ones that
really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you
didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy. How could the
world go back to the way it was when so much bad happened? But in the end, it's
only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will
come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the
stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small
to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in
those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn’t. Because
they were holding on to something.”
Frodo: “What are we holding
on to, Sam?”
Sam: “That there’s some good
in this world, Mr. Frodo.
And it’s worth fighting for.”
Ha ha indeed, I have watched most of those movies and it feels like, when is it going to stop being 'Contagion' and start being "The Hunger Games" !!? I think if you've been "groomed" for a few decades with cultic/conspirational thinking such as "back-masking", Y2K, male headship doctrine, child spanking doctrine, "umbrellas of authority" doctrine, "end times" speculations, 'Harry Potter is the devil's gateway' etc, it primes you to be susceptible to conspiracy theories and disinformation. Even the type of "soft" brain-washing we've all been exposed to in recent decades, from marketing and advertising, alters us a people. The messages of entitlement and exceptionalism and individualism gradually seep in. Wondering if that's why so many people we know are falling prey to coronavirus denialism, disinformation and conspiracy theories. I also observe those who seem to be resistant to the swirling disinformation and polarization. It seems like those who are well grounded in reality-testing science, those really rooted and grounded in love and intimacy with our Saviour (relationship rather than religion) those who question and eschew concepts of power and success - and those with a well-developed, down-to-earth, common-sense bull-s*** metre seem most immune. The common denominator is secure attachment to reality and truth. Thank you for your thoughtful reflections as always, Roxanne. I wrote some of my own here if you're curious: https://itisforfreeedom.blogspot.com/2020/05/fundamentalism-patriarchy-misogyny-not.html
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