06/05/2025
So here’s the tea: making birth all about the cervix is like showing up to a Beyoncé concert and only paying attention to the stage lights. Sure, they’re important, but girl—you’re missing the whole damn performance.
The cervix is not the star of the show; it’s just the door. Yes, it needs to open. But does the door host the party? No. The uterus is doing the heavy lifting—it’s the headliner, pushing, pulsing, and working overtime like it’s in a full-body CrossFit class. Meanwhile, the pelvis is over here doing yoga to make room, and the baby? That little acrobat is twisting and diving like it’s training for the Olympics.
And let's not forget: if the vibe isn’t right—if mama’s stressed, scared, or feels like she’s birthing in the toilet at a Macca’s off the highway—yeah, things can go south real quick. Hormones get shy, muscles tense up, and suddenly, that “open sesame” cervix won’t budge.
So no, birth isn’t just about “how many centimetres are we?” It’s a wild, sweaty, emotional, whole-body-and-soul experience. Cervix? Important. But the main event? Love she’s just one dancer in the birth choreography.
