(in 500 words, more or less)
Our babies
come out not quite ready for the human world.
Let’s face it, their first tiny cries scream, “Put me back! Put me back, NOW!” In fact, I’m pretty sure those little pink
wiggly creatures are practically a different species for the first three or
four months of their post-womb existence.
And I think I know why.
We humans
are supposed to be marsupials. Yep, those mammals from down-under have it all
figured out, and we could learn a lesson or two from them. The main thing that makes a marsupial a
marsupial is that nifty little flesh-pocket that the females have, ingeniously outfitted
with natural body heat, the rhythm of Mom’s heartbeat and an endless source of
milk.
For all of
us who have had our own children, we know that the tiny infant’s needs are
quite simple: Milk, sleep, human warmth and
more milk. Soothed by the voices of
family, the baby gets stronger by the day until after twelve or so weeks, she
is ready to interact with the bigger environment, grab at things and try
sitting up. That’s when she’s ready to
leave the pouch.
Every day
you see parents imitating kangaroos without even knowing it. Go to the nearest family hangout (children’s
museum, playground) and you’ll see several Mommas with human-made cloth
contraptions strapped to their chests with a tiny human inside. Baby is secure, warm and close to the
milk-wagon.
I have been
ranting about this for years, and THEN I came across a super-interesting theory* about human gestation that totally blew my mind! Get this – they said that way back in the
time of dinosaurs - okay, not really, humans weren’t around then – but way back
in time before we can even imagine what life was like, our human ancestors likely didn’t
give birth until around 12 months of gestation!! There were two main factors that shortened
our pregnancies to 9 months. First of
all, we got up off of all fours and gravity started making it more difficult
for our bodies to hold onto that baby for so long. Also we started getting smarter, and therefore
our brains (and skulls) grew bigger. So if we waited a
whole year to have our babies, we would never be able to squeeze their fat
little heads through our pelvis!
If we were
marsupials we would have the best of both worlds. We’d give birth to reasonably sized
offspring, and then our babies could grow their brains for a few more weeks in
the comfort and safety of their mom’s flesh-pocket. Now, I’m not trying to instigate a new plastic
surgery trend of skin grafts stretched across our abdomens, although that would
make bikini season rather interesting. I
guess we’ll just keep doing our best to imitate the marsupials with fabric
baby-slings, front-packs and other things strapped to our chests and make the
best of our slightly inferior pouchless human bodies.
*This is where I would cite where to find that theory, but since my mind is like a steel trap-door, that information escaped me long ago. If you know, you're welcome to share.
"Milk, sleep, human warmth and more milk." umm... based on my experience you forgot poopie!
ReplyDeleteI didn't forget...just chose not to go there! Mark had the same, exact response. You boys and your potty mouths!!
DeleteVery cool. How in the heck did we make it through those first newborn months?
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