Thursday, December 16, 2010
I was 18 years old and had just had my first baby. My mom and my boyfriend (now husband) were in the recovery room with me when a man came in to ask me a very important question.
"Do you want your son circumcised?"
Ummm... huh? what? I must have had such a look on my face, he took 2 steps closer to me and said, "The procedure is not necessary and I must inform you that it is an elective surgery. There are possible health benefits."
.... I still didn't know what to do. I looked at my boyfriend who shrugged his shoulder as if to say, "It is your decision" (it was not his biological son). So I look over to my mother and she says, "Well.. I had your brother circumcised." Okay?? Ew? What did that have to do with me? I think of my baby being so tiny at 5 lbs and how he is a preemie. I'm trying to think fast because this man is waiting for an answer with his clipboard, and I'm sure he's busy.
"Most Hispanics don't really cut their baby's foreskins, and it is an elective procedure" he said. "So...Do you want to do it?"
I felt like he couldn't really say what he wanted to say, like he was reading from a script but wasn't allowed to say his opinion. His words were very important and I thought of my tiny boy. I didn't want to hurt him. So I blurted out, "No."
And I'm so glad I did.