The Chop Stops Here!
When it comes to the not-so-delicate subject of neonatal circumcision, the medical community is nothing short of psychotic. Your local hospital might not offer pain-free circimcision for your beloved sons, nephews, or grandsons, but the enlightened world finally does, so demand it for your little one.
We have taken an eternity to crawl out of the dark ages on this one. Topical anaesthetics and rubber bands have been around for many moons, and yet the majority of little boys going under the proverbial knife have suffered intense lingering pain beyond belief soon after they are brought into this supposedly loving world.
It is no small wonder that hospitals routinely do not or did not allow parents to be present at the circumcision of their little ones. By the time Mom and Dad finally see their son, he looks a little uncomfortable, but relatively calm, so how bad could it have been?
I’ll tell you just how bad, since I was accidentally privy to the mass circumcision of every baby boy signed up for the barbaric act in the hospital. It was so bad you should not have the nerve to call yourselves parents, that’s how bad. If I had had a baseball bat I would have beaten the attending so-called doctor to death for the show of society-condoned brutality that I witnessed.
I went to the nursery to bathe my newborn son. It was awfully quiet, and I wondered where all the other Moms were, since it was bathing, swaddling, cuddling and feeding time at the inn.
Nobody there. Wonder what’s up. I stop just short of the nursery because in a little side room attached, with full viewing windows to the non-existent public, my brain is having a hard time processing the sight before my eyes.
Why are all these little boy baby boos strapped to upright boards, legs splayed. arms pinned back, fast asleep in this bizarre position, for the most part? Then I see the gowned sadist of a doctor approach the furthest baby, checking him out. Then I hear the loudest, most painful, shocking scream in the universe. I look at the little child, whose face is now as dark as an eggplant. And not those light purple ones. He stayed that colour for what seemed an eternity. the look on his faced telegraphed quite plainly that he was unable to fathom the pain he was enduring. Unable to catch any air. I see the blood where his foreskin was.
I just realise the horror of what I am witnessing when the next child gets the same treatment. With the same result.
And then the next child and the next, and the next. And so on. Same level of anguish, same eggplant blue, same inconslolable, air-gasping look of abject horror, pain and fright. And I am not exaggerating.
It is one thing for an unknowing parent to agree to circumcision for whatever reason. It is another for the very in-the-know physician to carry out such a barbaric act, over and over again, in the full knowledge of what pain he has just inflicted.
Over and over again. (circumcised uncircumcised)
Un-f–cking believable. And I don’t swear in any of my posts.
What’s wrong with using a pain number? Even so-called backwards tribes in deepest darkest Africa use plants that numb the penis for their ritualized adult circumcisions.
Just because a guy is small means that he doesn’t feel pain? All that purple-turning, gasping, and finally unceasing cries of anguish and disbelief aren’t real?
Bullshit.
If any of you allow the children in your life to be circumcised in such a barbaric manner after reading this, don’t bother coming back. You are not welcome here.
Step up. Step in, and stop the insanity. (circumcised uncircumcised)
There are pain medications, and painfree techniques that your physicians know about. If they refuse to use them, go to someone else. You are supposed to protect your children, not be the reason for their abuse.
And if you are waiting for my usual wry wit, there is nothing funny about this state of affairs.
Protect your baby.
Find a physician that will provide a painfree circumcision. (circumcised uncircumcised)
Pat.
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Take care.
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