
“I FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO PUSH!”
My wife screamed out to the doula on a late Valentine’s Eve, hoping to get some relief from the stabbing pain in her lower body. The doula called the nurses in, and the medical Avengers assembled shortly thereafter. With each passing moment and louder yell from my wife, I noticed that I was breathing less and less. My heart was pounding, waiting for the moment when all this would be over. I never heard my love shriek as much or in as guttural of a way as she did in that hospital room, but I hoped to never have to hear it again.
“Push with the contractions!”
“The baby is crowning!”
“You aren’t done yet. I need another good push.”
Orders and observations filled the air, and I could hear my wife’s exasperation and frustration with the event. Would this baby ever come? Eventually, the pushes and screams gave way to cries of joy as our healthy baby girl was born in the early Valentine’s Day morning. This marked 4 years since my wife and I matched on Hinge, and we couldn’t be more thrilled to have a child of our own. I was (and still am) so grateful towards my wife for handling the pregnancy and labor like a champion. Without her, I couldn’t be the proud father I am today.
The medical staff guided us through the next few hours. One of the things they explained to us is that our daughter would have an ankle monitor placed on her so no one could steal her. Additionally, my daughter, my wife, and I would be fitted with unique wristbands to ensure we had the right baby. At the time, I found these measures to be very comforting and professional. I definitely did not want anyone walking away with our daughter. And yet, aside from a short obstructed view of her entering and leaving the nursery for initial testing (each obstructed view being less than 2 minutes), I wondered what I was concerned about? After all, I knew what my baby looked like, and it was 2:30 AM. How many babies get swapped or go missing at that time? It seemed silly to worry about. Why was I doing so?
And then it hit me. Culture.
A quick Google search did not provide me any hard numbers for how many babies are switched at birth. While it does happen, it doesn’t appear to be the epidemic that one often thinks it is. People are hardly to blame for thinking this though, as a second Google search yielded numerous results for entertainment that showcased babies being switched at birth. Switched at Birth, Mistaken Identity, Broken Pieces, Daughter From Another Mother, Like Father Like Son, and even The Omen all share in the theme of babies going to the wrong parents. Another twist on this idea is the splitting up of twins in movies like The Parent Trap. This of course isn’t an exhaustive list, and not all of the movies mentioned are major hits. However, the ones that are stick with people. Their power in the culture is undeniable. The fact that I was worried about such a thing happening on the day of my daughter’s birth shows the immense sway creative cultural products can have on us.
That doesn’t mean that culturally powerful things are all bad. While some can certainly be less desirable (I’m looking at you, Star Wars sequel trilogy), others such as The Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Star Wars, The Avengers, and numerous others have inspired countless people. Qualities such as selflessness, bravery, wisdom, and beauty are exalted in well-made cultural projects. Without an ideal to look towards, people can become aimless and unsure of what to do with their lives. Powerful cultural icons help us redirect to the lives we want to live. However, it is important that we are aware of what icons are impacting us and how they are doing so. If we aren’t mindful of this, we may be influenced in the wrong ways.
So the question I leave you with is this: what cultural assumptions have been unconsciously guiding your life? How would your life be different if you modified your assumptions to be something else? Leave a comment and let me know.