Unfortunately
our experience with circumcision is not an uncommon one. We did what we thought
was best for our child at the time. Looking back and thinking about the knot in
my stomach as they wheeled my beautiful son, not even 24 hours old, to the
nursery to cut him makes me want to throw up. It's such a raw emotion that
comes up. I KNEW something wasn't right about it; “Why does this need to
happen” was running through my head. I knew I had made the wrong choice, but it
was too late. When my precious baby came back to me about 45 minutes later, it
was confirmed. His eyes were glossy, he was sleepy (what I later found out to
be possible shock) and he refused to nurse. We never got our nursing
relationship back either, little did I know, this is common among babies that
have been cut.
Luckily
our son was left with quite a bit of foreskin, so most of the head of his penis
is covered. That still doesn't change the fact that I consented to have
something done to him that was purely cosmetic. It doesn't change the fact that
when I change his diaper, I think about how he looked when he was wheeled back
and how I was told, “he was a champ”. Most importantly, it doesn't change the
fact that I consented to something that I shouldn't have had any say in. It was
NOT my penis; it should NOT have been my choice.
There
is still a bright side to all of this. Andrew has saved any future siblings of
his from being circumcised. He has turned his Mommy in to someone who is now
armed with information and willing to share. He has made his extended family
aware of the dangers and aware that no
health organization in the world recommends routine infant circumcision.
In the
future, if he asks why we made the choice for him I am going to tell him the
truth. I am going to tell him that we made the best decision with the information
we had available to us; that we were uneducated on the topic, that we are so
sorry for taking something away that could affect his life in many areas, be it
sexual or just his daily living.
While I will always regret signing that piece of paper to have
my son cut, I am working hard to forgive myself. I keep reminding myself that
"You do the best you can until you know better. Then, when you know better
you do better" (Maya Angelou.)