CHAPTER III

The Gateway of Pain

As when desire, long darkling, dawns, and firs

The mother looks upon the newborn child,

Even so my Lady stood at gaze and smiled

When her soul knew at length the Love it nurs’d.

Born with her life, creature of poignant thirst

And exquisite hunger, at her heart Love lay

Quickening in darkness, till a voice that day

Cried on him, and the bonds of birth were burst.

D. G. ROSSETTI.

The price of every beauty in this world is in proportion to its

quality, even although the payment of the price exacted may be long

deferred or may be made in such an intricate and remote form that its

connection with the result is overlooked.

As the greatest thing which lovers can give each other is a child,

and as none in the world are so great as lovers, the price exacted by

Nature for the child of loving and sensitive people is correspondingly

heavy.

This statement may apparently conflict with the idea that the joy of

bearing a child to the beloved is a woman’s consummation of happiness;

yet it does not conflict, because of the deeper truth that the

supremest happiness is mysteriously intermingled with self-sacrifice.

A young woman whose character is sufficiently beautiful and sensitive

to know the highest joys of motherhood--the full delights of human

existence and love--will also be sensitive to the varied pains which

motherhood will bring. Indeed, in this respect, the poet’s saying that

“the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to

be pricked by the thorn” is essentially true.

The radiance of the highest form of motherhood is that of the

transfigured saint, hallowed by suffering comprehended and endured,

transmuted into a service beyond and above the lower desires of self.

For long, indeed for the many millions of years during which she has

shown a motherhood comparable with that of human beings,[2] Nature has

essentially trapped and tricked the mother into her motherhood. All

the woodland and jungle creatures, the deer or the tiger, the rabbit

or the squirrel, grow up through their brief adolescence into a

partial consciousness of delight in themselves and reach the phase of

their development in which their own desires urge them to unite with

each other. One can scarcely believe that they are conscious of the

resulting parenthood which will become a physical fact at a later date,

although the training of her cubs by a woodland mother undoubtedly

does include handing on, through some speechless communication, of

some actual instruction. A similar blind parenthood, but in addition

_coerced_, has for many thousands of years been characteristic of a

large portion of the human race. Even to-day motherhood is too often

blind: the young girl delighting in herself and the fairness of her own

body, conscious of the power she wields in social life as a beautiful

and attractive creature whom older people pet and please and young men

place upon a pedestal, is urged by this natural self-centred delight

into accepting through flattery the enjoyment of herself by some chosen

mate; and the later consequences of motherhood are then faced either in

amazed astonishment or in open revolt.

[2] By this I mean the motherhood which carries and protects the

developed young within the mother’s body, unlike that of the lower

animals, such as fishes, which leave the eggs to their fate.

Earlier civilizations often dealt with the excessive births resulting

from blind or coerced parenthood by destroying the children as infants

after birth. This was done directly, and often by her leading citizens,

in Greece (one of the highest forms of civilization ever attained) and

_still_ infanticide direct or indirect goes on among all the populous

races of the world. Where the value placed on the mother’s mental and

physical suffering is low, one may still see motherhood, not as a fine,

voluntary and glorious act of self-sacrifice from the highest possible

motives of love and service directly to the beloved, and indirectly to

the race, but as the exploitation of a trapped and helpless sacrifice.

Mothers will say that their babies are their greatest joys; one may

ask, therefore, how I can use the word “sacrifice” in connection with

motherhood. The use of the word is just, and based on truths too

generally concealed by those who know them, and far too generally

unknown by those who ought to know them. Ignorance of their extent has

made men callous, indifferent or ribald towards the profound sacrifices

of motherhood.

Few there be, however, who do not know of the agonizing torments of

actual birth. The Bible is read aloud in churches, and in its wording

there is some recognition of the existence of this agony, although

based upon earlier and simpler civilizations in which the women were

probably better cared for and better fitted for motherhood than the

majority of women are to-day. Following biblical tradition, the memory

of the agony of birth is generally portrayed as being wiped out by

the supreme joy in the child which follows. To-day, however, this

effacement of the anguish is by no means universal, and the abiding

horror of the birth is so great that not a few women refuse to bear

another child. Then men, who cannot even imagine the experience of

child-bearing, denounce such a mother, rate her and hold her up to

derision. How little do they realize that in her they may see Nature’s

working of the laws of evolution (see p. 24).

The torturing agony of birth might so easily have been averted by

Nature had the construction of our bodies differed but very slightly

from those which we to-day possess in common with most of the higher

animals. The human baby when the hour comes for it to sever its

connection from its mother, and as an independent individual to venture

into the open air of the world, has to make its way through the arched

gateway of bone fixed and set by the mother’s own requirements as a

frame to her own structure. The encircling archway of bone through

which the infant has to pass is but three or four inches in diameter.

It would have been possible had our evolution taken a different

turn for the infant to have made its exit through the soft wall of

the mother’s body instead of through this fixed and hardened circle

of her bone. But for some causes too remote for us at present to

discover this was not so, and the essential fact faces us to-day

that every infant born naturally must be born through this circle of

bone. Moreover if the infant is a well-developed and healthy one,

as the ordinary baby of a healthy and beautiful young couple should

naturally and rightly be, that infant’s head is larger in diameter than

the circle of bone through which it has to pass. Its tissues have,

therefore, to be squeezed and pressed to mould their shape in order to

allow its exit through the orifice, and this must be a slow process,

and one which almost always entails great pressure and consequent agony

to the mother. Dr. Mary Scharlieb says in _The Welfare of the Expectant

Mother_:--

It is, however, scarcely possible that either the public or the

profession realizes that one woman dies in child birth for every

250 children born alive. In addition to this we have to remember

that the same accidents and diseases which kill the mothers and the

babies inevitably cause a still heavier percentage of crippling and

invaliding (p. 43).

Twenty-five per cent. and more of the babies conceived and borne die

before they reach normal birth. Often they find the journey through

the bony archway into the outer world so difficult and arduous a task

that they perish in the process of birth, although probably had they

been born by Cesarean section, they would have survived and grown into

healthy children.

We do not consider what the infant itself in birth may be enduring.

The infant is “unconscious,” that is to say it carries no memory of

these earlier months in its conscious memory as it grows up, but the

excessive moulding, particularly of its head, which often has to take

place and sometimes takes weeks to right itself, must, one thinks,

greatly disturb the little brain, and in my opinion may have a lifelong

effect.

I have never heard this aspect of our present problem duly considered.

The fact that the increasing brain capacity of civilized man tends ever

to give the new born infant a larger head, and tends proportionately

to increase the size of the head out of relation to the size of the

circle of its mother’s bone, has been commented on, and appears to some

far seeing thinkers as the possible cause of the ultimate extinction

of the human race. Because if we go on developing in the way we are at

present doing, ever depending more and more on our brains, and the head

of the new born infant tends to increase with the natural development

of the brain, the day will come when the birth of a child is absolutely

blocked by the relative diameter of its head and of its mother’s pelvic

bones. If the higher races maintain a dominant place in the world, the

day may come when with nearly all women such an incompatible relation

will arise. Of what avail then would be the ratings and peevish fury

of callous men? What scheme the race may have devised before that date

to relieve this cruel deadlock we cannot here discuss. The perfecting

of the method of birth by Cesarean section offers much promise. It may

become a racial necessity. This possibility, on which to-day we are

beginning to impinge, indicates one great cause of the torturing agony

of the actual hours of birth which the young mother and father-to-be

may have to face before they can see the child of their love.

Fortunate women are even still so constructed that the circle of bone

has a relatively large orifice which allows the infant comparatively

easily to pass through it, and the difficulty and danger of birth for

them is minimized. With them the birth pangs may be so trivial in

comparison with the result, that they are truly “almost negligible” as

most men would like to believe of most women.

Such women, when outward circumstances allow it, are those whom every

impulse should encourage to be the mothers of the large families, which

are, under proper conditions, still desirable for a portion of our

people.

Such a woman as the one who wrote me the following letter is indeed the

standard which all women and would-be mothers would gladly reach were

it possible in any degree to control the formation of a growing girl’s

body so that as a woman she might retain such a primitive adaptation to

motherhood:--

On the exact right day the babe arrived ... in a quarter of an hour

he was there, without nurse, doctor or any one and with no pain to

myself. This little party has grown into a splendid specimen, very

large (he was 8-1/2 lbs. at birth) and firm and muscular. He is the

whole day long laughing and kicking or sleeping.

Such women, however, so far as records go, are few. Much might be done

by science to discover what are the causes of the reverse condition,

and if possible to attempt to eliminate them.

In view of the agony which myriads of women throughout the ages of

civilization have endured, it seems strange indeed that no effort

should apparently have been made by the learned to understand the

causes which control the individual formation of the growing structure,

with a view possibly to securing some such development. In recent

years, however, a little has been done in the recognition of the

causes of the converse, that is to say the excessive narrowing of the

pelvis to the degree where child birth is not only torment but a life

and death agony. And it is now well known that this condition is

associated with malnutrition and rickets in infancy and early girlhood.

The little baby girl who has rickety bones (which result from being

improperly fed as an infant) is, in extreme cases certain, and in

many cases very likely, to have such contracted pelvic bones that

when her turn comes for motherhood, the birth of a living child may

be impossible by the ordinary processes of Nature. Here again, as so

often is inevitable, in the course of any consideration of the profound

truths of mated existence, we impinge upon the treatment of the unsound

and the diseased. This _under_ development of the mother’s pelvic bones

is a different problem from that evolutionary one touched on in the

paragraphs above.

Alas, that it should be true that the great majority of city dwellers

come into the category of the spoilt and the tainted in some respect or

another. But with the vision of true health and beauty as a standard

before our eyes, many might escape the incipient weaknesses by

consciously pursuing a standard of health, beauty and normality. It is

this standard, this ideal picture, which may yet be reproduced in the

lives of millions, which I desire to present in this book, so that in

telling young married people some of the great facts which are ahead of

them I will present only those difficulties which are inevitable, and

leave to others the handling of disease. As things are to-day among

British stock,[3] it is the very exceptional women who find birth an

entirely easy process of which the pain is trivial, and this is chiefly

due to the bony structure fixed and limited in size, which stands as

a gateway of pain between the infant and the outer world, between the

young wife and her motherhood.

[3] In this, and in most of the generalisations found in this book,

I am speaking of things as they are in Great Britain. While to a

considerable extent the same is true of America and the Scandinavian

countries, it must be remembered all through that I am speaking of the

British, and primarily of our educated classes.

Before the hour of birth is reached, however, the young mother-to-be,

if she is neither instructed nor helped by the wisdom of her elders,

may have already endured much that it will distress and dismay her

lover and husband to observe, and much more which she, being a woman,

will endure without allowing him to perceive, although she may be so

frightened that it may be hard indeed for her not to cry out in her

bewildered pain. How much of this distress and pain is essentially

“natural,” how much is the artificial result of our mode of living and

our ignorance of Nature’s laws? What are the things which a healthy,

finely-built young woman mated to a healthy young man must endure,

those experiences which she _cannot_ escape and those which she may

with proper help avoid altogether or in part? It is the object of

several chapters in this book to answer these questions more truthfully

and I hope more helpfully than they have yet been answered. The things

I deal with specially, because they will face nearly every _healthy_

girl, are in most books ignored.

My chapters may appear superfluous to those who view the long list

of books purporting to give advice to the young wife and expectant

mother on how to treat herself and the coming child. I have read the

majority of those books, and I write this one because of their failure

to touch on the profoundest essentials in a way which will truly help

the healthy and sensitive type of young people. The healthy, normal

and happy in my mind’s vision are the standard of the race: those who

to-day to some extent foreshadow the strength and beauty of bodily and

mental equipment which will become a commonplace when all have risen

to their standard, and it is for them that I feel it imperative to add

this one more book to the long list of books advising the young mother.

With the young mother I also consider and try to help the young father

who has been so strangely neglected and ignored and who also needs help.

The majority of the writers on cognate subjects, like the majority

of the minds of those who are concerned at all with the problems of

the young mother, really though perhaps unconsciously present studies

in disease, pictures of aberrations from the normal, accounts or

innuendos dealing with illness and handicaps, with abnormal conditions

which should never arise, and the knowledge of which should not be

brought before the sensitive mind as if they were a usual and general

thing. The acquiescence in a low standard of health, the discussion

of diseased conditions as though they were normal, or even as though

they were unavoidable, are intensive in their result and harmful to all

who come under their influence. The race sickens ever more and more

profoundly because of such influences.

We have to-day in our community a new conception in the Government

Department of the Ministry of Health, but alas, that Ministry is

engrossed in the contemplation of disease. In the present state of

our civilization this is perhaps unavoidable, because there are not

enough people in the country of standing and experience in scientific

research who have concerned themselves with the problems of the

healthy and beautiful, and with the needs and requirements in the way

of instruction and outward conditions and environment of those who by

nature are healthy and normal, and who desire to remain healthy and

normal. Even these need instruction to compensate for that which Nature

cannot give to those who toil apart from her bosom in the cities, where

they cannot hear her voice for the roaring of the traffic. This is the

piteous plight of the majority of our citizens to-day, for so many live

in towns.

Alas, that there are physical facts which all must face of a type

which makes one feel that Nature is cruel in her treatment of us. When

two young, beautiful and ardently happy beings are embarking upon the

greatest work for the community which they can do, with a desire to

create further beautiful and happy lives, it seems indeed an ironic and

wanton mistake that there should be distressing physical experiences

for both of them to endure. But “As gold is tried by the fire, so the

heart is tried by pain,” and if they are given a conscious knowledge of

what they must face and what they may avoid, there will then be a firm

foundation and a triumphant consummation to the visions and ideals of

splendour and perfection which they can secure unimpaired through the

trials which they conquer.

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