, the old reliable of the genre, has a more medical slant, with episodes titled “Breech Babies” and “Meconium.” delivery. The convergence of feminism, medical consumerism, and me-decade solipsism sparked a revolution in childbirth, bringing mothers out of sedation, fathers out of the bar down the street, and cameras into the delivery room.Suddenly childbirth was no longer a private burden to be endured, but a universal journey to be mastered, a political event to be performed, and a public entertainment to be chronicled.Which is why I spent a fair amount of my recent pregnancy sitting on the couch while shouting “Push! First, they fit nicely into the trend of medical reality programming, a popularity that goes straight back to carnival freak shows.Second, they offer a counterintuitive form of escapism – someone’s giving birth, but it’s not me!
If that weren't enough, the series also features the contestants' exes. It's adapted from a British TV series of the same name, and it promises to be good.
Where else can you see a Pakistani woman and her Haitian husband give birth with the help of a Jewish midwife and her Cuban assistant?
– that’s easy to miss when you’re out of your mind with pain and fear.
Then too, they provide a great opportunity for new parents to play Monday-morning quarterback, using all the knowledge gained from months of cramming for childbirth.
Your newly acquired familiarity with the anatomy of the cervix and the types of breech presentation needn’t go to waste, not when you can supervise, from the comfort of your home, as other women labor.