A bit of a rant on pregnancy classes

Before I start, I’m curious about how many others went to a birthing class and,if so, how many of you found it helpful.

Went to a birthing class and sadly my husband wasn’t able to go with me so I went with my mom, and you would not believe the amount of glances I got because I was the only women there without a man (it doesn’t help that my fingers are too swollen to wear my wedding ring). Now the glances and whispers I can get over being that I get them all the time when I go places without my husband and the fact that I look to young to be pregnant, so this is not where this rant ends.

The woman teaching the class was very VERY against any medication for mothers to relieve the pain of child birth. My husband and mom are both nurses and I had my mom lean whisper to me a few times during the ‘lesson’ that her information was wrong. It was simply that the ‘teacher’ exaggerated the truth because she wanted everyone to leave the class with her views on the matter. And for those women who still wanted epidurals when they left, she made sure to announce that if our partner didn’t want us to have one that we should listen because they’re a part of the birth too. (For those of you who don’t know, epidurals don’t come into contact with you baby at all, and the only medication that can touch your baby are narcotics depending on when they are taken during labor).

She was also very against doctors and told us all we should get midwives. Why was she against doctors you ask? Because she thinks their only job is to catch the baby and then walk away. Yes doctors do catch the baby if your pregnancy goes smooth, and you didn’t tear, and if all of your placenta leaves your body in one piece. But if everything isn’t perfect then your damn sure I want a doctor there.

Did anyone else have a not so great experience in a pregnancy class?

That’s it. That’s my rant. I won’t complain about the drive through forgetting my lemonade or only getting a 30min lunch because that didn’t do with the class. (But I am still upset about my lemonade)