When my grandmother’s generation found out there would be an addition to their family, they went into hiding and folks daily searched the sky for a stork. When the baby arrived the new mother laid up in bed for two weeks while the husband built a cradle and picked roses for her.
When the women in my generation added a child to the family, we worked until six weeks before the due date, stayed in the hospital a few days to recuperate. The husband managed to keep the dishes done (forget dusting) and brought roses from the hospital gift store.
Then someone coined the word SUPERMOM and a lady went into labor at her job, stayed in the hospital two days (all the time working on a project so she wouldn’t be behind schedule at work) and went home to organize a bake sale, a fund raiser and six parties. When she finished that, she strapped the baby into one of those harness slings and rode her bicycle three miles to a computer class. The husband saw the baby when he came home on weekends and he sent roses from a local flower shop.
Now we’ve got a bunch of new mothers who are high geared professionals. They can fight a battle over who gets custody of the pit bull in divorce court when they are dilated to six or perform an intricate brain surgery on a genius when they are ten minutes away from crowning. They can hurry to the hospital, bypass the labor room, go straight to the delivery room, have the baby and be home in four hours. The husband doesn’t have time to brush his teeth…or even think about roses.
I’m waiting on this new generation. I expect one of two things to happen. We will either see drive-by delivery windows. The expectant mother and father can chase in there, deliver the baby, put it in the car seat, grab a salad at the next drive-by window and rush back to work. I hope the father doesn’t get nervous and forget that window number one delivers the baby and number two makes the salads.
Or, birthing rooms will be set up at job sites. The mother will deliver her baby on her lunch hour and be given five minutes maternity leave to call the father to let him know she’d be bringing the baby home that night. If he gets home first, please be sure the formula is made before their friends arrive for the pool party they’ve planned all week.
Some new law was in effect a few years ago that declared new mothers would stay in the hospital at least forty eight hours. I didn’t keep up with it but it would be nice if it passed. A new mother should have at least that long to recuperate and without a guilt trip…after all it would be against the law to leave before forty eight hours was up.
Besides it would be a wonderful break for the florist industry that had given up hope of ever taking roses to a new mother again. However, I can already hear the insurance companies groaning. Forty eight hours at a thousand dollars an hour or more adds up pretty quick!