“Sshh! Keep your voice down, dear the baby can hear you! We have to keep things calm; stress during pregnancy can affect his development!”

You’ll hear this whispered concern all the time during pregnancy.

Mothers-to-be tiptoe through their lives like monks in a temple, terrified that any negative vibration might “damage the baby.”

Books. Apps. Podcasts. Forums. All repeating the same gospel:

Protect the baby. Shield the baby. Keep everything peaceful.

But then what happens?

The baby is born and within hours, he’s tossed into the meat grinder.

The Betrayal Is Instant

All that tender language, that careful “prenatal mindfulness”

gone.

The same people who whispered lullabies to a womb

Now hand over the newborn boy

To a stranger with a scalpel.

He goes from sacred to disposable in less than a day.

No consent.

No voice.

No understanding.

Just straps, blades, and screams.

And the mother who once panicked over caffeine or music volume

Now dissociates as her son is literally mutilated on her behalf

Told it’s normal. Told it’s clean. Told it’s love.

It Was Never About the Child

This is the ugly truth most won’t say:

That prenatal “concern” was never really about the child.

It was about performance doing motherhood “right.”

About checking boxes, appearing attentive, staying in the good graces of the parenting-industrial complex.

Because if they really cared about the child

They would protect him when it matters most.

When he’s small and screaming and strapped down in a fluorescent-lit room.

When his body is being irreversibly altered for someone else’s comfort.

But they don’t.

They trade protection for betrayal the moment the cultural script tells them to.

Born Loved, Treated Like a Threat

We are told to imagine babies as precious, innocent, divine.

But when that baby is male?

He becomes a threat-in-waiting. A thing to control.

Cut off the foreskin before he becomes “too sexual.”

Punish him before he can grow “too aggressive.”

Shape him into what’s acceptable, even if it means violence.

And we call it care.

We call it “just how it is.”

Final Thought

The hypocrisy isn’t just in what they do. It’s in how easily they forget what they claimed to feel.

A boy is treated like a fragile miracle

Until he’s born.

Then he’s treated like a mistake.

And no amount of baby books or prenatal yoga can wash the blood off that contradiction.