Until recently, my vision of childbirth was driven by television. Television taught me to imagine a woman reclined in a bed, the way I recline in a La-Z-Boy. The husband stands slightly behind her and to the left, holding her hand, which is squeezed every time the birthing mom hears “push!” from the doctor. After a while, the baby’s head is squeezed, pushed out, and the rest follows. The baby is slapped to ensure breathing, toweled off, and passed to the mom, who immediately offers love. (No mention was ever made of the umbilical cord.)
Nearly every part of that story was inaccurate or even fabricated for television.
I have only recently come to understand that people give birth in a variety of positions (e.g., on all fours, for example), and that the position popular on TV, of the birthing person reclining, makes birth more difficult. The babies on TV are almost always eight weeks old when they are handed to their mothers; new babies look nothing like that. And while we imagine the mother or birthing person to be the center of the picture, in fact, she is sometimes pushed to the side while the doctor takes over.