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Baby Catcher 

By Peggy Vincent

Baby Catcher by Peggy Vincent is organized into separate sections, each having a central topic about being a midwife. These sections are further divided into sub-sections containing more in depth aspects of being a midwife.

The major question this book is trying to answer is how does having a midwife differ from having a doctor during your pregnancy? Midwifes have closer relationships with their “clients” which they end up calling friends unlike doctors who always thinks of their patients as clients. Doctors want to be brief and efficient so as not to get attached to their patients or waste the hospital’s money. A midwife wants to have a more personal experience with the mother they’re helping.

The book’s major insight in the first 100 pages is that pregnancy should be split into smaller parts to gain better understanding of the process. This makes it easier for a soon-to-be mother to handle it. This insight sounds like the right thing to do for all pregnant women because when people think of pregnancy they think of a long uncomfortable and stressful process but if it is explained in stages before they start the process it makes it a lot easier for them to handle. People who don’t understand the process listen to what the doctor says without asking questions and never know the outcome of what they are doing until after they do it. They believe that understanding the process is hard and only a professional can understand it.

The five aspects of birth that deserve public attention are the choose to have a midwife over a doctor, the pro of having a home birth over having a hospital birth, our body’s were made to have babies with out technology, what brought upon the practice of OB/GYNs and that hospitals are as much of a business as McDonalds are.

In the book Peggy uses first hand experiences to support all her arguments. Her stories are engaging; full of details and concise leaving clear accurate pictures inside her reader’s minds. “Dead silence. I cleared my throat, and their faces spun my way as if I’d blown a whistle.” P.45