Boy, what a couple of woosies! I brought to mind an episode years ago when 5 surgical nurses wanted to observe an autopsy. They came strutting into the morgue like "We're the elite and we've seen everything." When the V-cut was made and the chest plate lifted, three of them passed out and the other two left before they did. The nurses were used to seeing a little patch of flesh in a sterile field. Seeing a naked body "sliced and diced" and disemboweled is a different matter altogether. Seriously, though, I wonder what these guys found so disgusting?
Millennial snowflakes.... I hope if they remember this video and be prepared to get into the labour room before they ever get anyone pregnant
I have lost count of the number of babies I've delivered. Working EMS on the Texas-Mexico border, many of the illegals living in the colonias (unpermitted housing developments) were afraid to go to the hospitals so they'd wait until they were about to deliver and call an ambulance. Of course, we'd transport them to the hospital anyhow but, since we were a half hour to forty-five minutes away, we often delivered either at the house or in the ambulance. I passed these off to our female medics whenever I could, but we didn't have enough female medics to go around.
Childbirth is a sweaty, bloody, painful mess. The end result is worth it, though. But I have never understood why a man wants to be there or why a woman wants him to be there. I would have told my DH, "No way!." "Come see me when it's all over and I have on a pretty, frilly gown."
Part of my law enforcement academy was witnessing and training in birth, we had to witness several of each type, oddly the only one that could not take it was a cadet in out class that was an ex medical school student. A male.
I have always said... if man could experience child birth- the whole nine mos, and the birth... there would never be a population explosion.
Ever since giving birth myself, I've always said exactly the same thing Gloria.. I remember my midwife saying that if men gave birth there wouldn't ever be siblings...
When my first son was being born, the doctor asked me why I was there. I told him to see the birth. He said go home we'll call you when she delivers. That was Feb 29th 1960. He called me Mar 1, 1960 to tell me I had a son. Things were sure different in "the good old days".
I had some surgery 4 yrs back, my best friend took me to the hospital, being a doctor also they allowed them in the OR, they videoed the operation, after I saw it I understand exactly why some feel as they do.