If you read my previous post on “Not to posh to push” you saw that I worried about the notion of judging the genuine “too posh to pushers” but I had never actually met one (but I did think I might secretly judge one- and feel bad for it).
But then I met a lovely lady recently who had C-sections for lifestyle reasons. She runs a b&b with her husband- they simply couldn’t afford to have a 4week window of not knowing when the baby was coming. They shut on the thursday, had the baby on the friday and were open again a few days later.
I can honestly say hand on my heart I didn’t judge her choice even for a milisecond (although interestingly she might possibly judge herself a bit due to the way she described herself, but then I think I would describe it exactly as she did- she was very droll and funny and lovely).
It utterly fascinated me. I honestly thought I might judge people who had C-sections for “less valid reasons” but firstly who are people to judge what on earth makes a choice a “valid reason or not” it really is down to the woman’s choice. I was really really pleased that I didn’t judge at all as this was interesting for two reasons:
a) because I am not as judgemental as I worry I am and try not to be.
b) If I:- “little miss hoiky judgypants cats bum mouth woman” (blame my mother for teaching me such skills) can genuinely not judge in such situations then surely then most other women aren’t judging as much as I think they are? So the very notion of fear of judgement by other women is flawed in itself.