I’ve read a lot of books on pregnancy & childbirth. I can’t even remember which ones any
more. I’ve gotten a great deal of
useful information from them, but they all kind of run together after a
point.
So one morning as I’m skimming a chapter I mention some factoid
about something else that could go wrong with the birth and my wife says “the
right answer isn’t in ANY of these books!”
And of course, she’s right.
We could read every book available and still miss the one thing that
might be really useful. And 100 years
ago there probably weren’t any books on childbirth at all!
Yet the human species has managed to continue for a couple hundred
thousand generations.
I’ve decided
that I’m going to stop feeling bad about not reading this book or missing that
point. Because in the end, we have to
trust ourselves to say or do the right thing.
And when that fails… “oops! We
learned” As another friend taught
me. The only way to not be an ass is by learning from my mistakes that mark me as an ass. It’s like good and evil; you can’t know one unless the other exists
