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Uhuh. I can about measure how much respect that person thinks is due, then.

Quoted from a public post in a community:

After a short stay in this community, I have decided to leave. With all due respect, the number of women scheduling inductions in this community is crazy high, and as I am preparing for a water birth at home, I don't want these over-medicalized posts tainting my psyche.

( A rant about inductions ) [Ed: I have not included the cut text]

I'm sure many of you will make very defensive comments rationalizing your induction. Save your breath - whatever you have decided, I hope for the best for you and your baby. Good luck.

How is this remotely useful? If she really feels so strongly about inductions (for pre-eclampsia and gestational diabetes and various other things, as it happens; I haven't seen any in that community for maternal convenience) then surely she would get her desired result more effectively by presenting each individual poster with a little useful information in a sympathetic way? That's what I do when I see women in the same community being obviously misinformed about breastfeeding. OK, the day I gave a woman advice on how to dry up her milk because she didn't want to breastfeed, I then had to put the computer away and cry, but I did it. And I didn't attack her or assume that her reasons for doing it were invalid or that she was a weak or bad person for doing it, because I only had a very small part of the story.

I, for one, am glad that that attitude is leaving the community. It's not going to help anyone, and it could well damage several people who already feel guilty for having high blood pressure or funky blood sugars or whatever.

And I'm going to continue to tell these women all I can back up with references about induction and about how to talk to doctors to get real information and not "don't worry your pretty little head" babytalk.

Damn I'm angry.

Here I go, stopping.

I did leave the house today - I went to the library by bus, bringing Linnea in the buggy, because I can't walk with her any more (she's too fast) and I can't walk as far as the library. I was in too much pain by the time I arrived to do much, but I did return some books and attempt to sort out the problem with the book I returned ages ago that periodically reappears in my list as overdue. I sat on a chair and Linnea read a stack of books. We didn't withdraw any because I'd be in hospital when they were due back, which wouldn't work well.

On the way back I couldn't walk all the way from the bus-stop to the house so we stopped at the sandwich shop. Linnea ate the sausage and ketchup from her sausage sandwich, and I had a baguette, and then we went home. Shortly after that I moved badly while kneeling down and ended up shaking, sick, and crying from the pain. So that was the afternoon written off.

None of this is related to the previous birth injuries, by the way. This is something weird happening to my pelvis. I am not allowing it to actually happen, though. Nu-uh.

Linnea was pretty worried about me. I was oddly able to smile brightly and sound cheery and fine, though, as long as I was talking to her. I managed clipped civility with my mother in law. When no-one was looking I was a godawful mess.