Giveaway: Get Me Out

Childbirth: a matter of magic, mystery, and misunderstanding. For most of human history this critical moment of every life was shrouded in secrecy—the domain of women and (mostly) male doctors, very often to the detriment of the health of the mother, the child, or both.

In Get Me Out: A History of Childbirth from the Garden of Eden to the Sperm Bank, medical journalist Randi Hutter Epstein, M.D., serves as midwife to a history of how exactly do we get babies out of their mothers. Get Me Out is a celebration of life and human ingenuity as well as a medical history of how we got to where we are in reproductive knowledge and technology, and a hint at the future and its many challenges. You’ll find no misconceptions about conception here!

We at Wonders & Marvels are offering a giveaway of three (3) copies of Get Me Out (storks not included.) To enter, just comment by 11:59 p.m. January 25, 2010 in response to this request:

Cute baby story. We simply want to hear your happy recollections. We’re in a mood to go, awww.

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Don’t forget to check out our concurrent giveaway for Kathryn Allamong Jacob’s King of the Lobby.

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  • http://aartichapati.blogspot.com/ Aarti

    Cute baby story? Hmm… I still remember very vividly the night my parents brought my brother home from the hospital. My older sister and I were at home with my grandfather, and then my mom rang the doorbell and we opened the door and… there was our baby brother!

  • Linda Harkins

    As grandmother to two marvelous granddaughters separated in age by 16 years, I notice numerous differences. I have many questions about birthing experiences that I hope this book addresses.

  • http://bookhopping.wordpress.com Molly @ bookhopping

    One of my earliest memories is being three years old and going to the hospital to meet my baby sister for the first time. She was a really sweet, quiet baby…and has spent the rest of our lives making up for it! :-)

    Thanks for giving away such an interesting sounding book!

  • http://bookhopping.wordpress.com Cory

    One of my favorite wedding presents was getting to meet my two-month-old nephew who made his very first flight to be there.

  • http://www.pachs.net darin

    Watching my 5-year-old son hold his 4-hour-old sister, looking down at her with love and fascination that only a 5-year-old can have. And knowing that over the past three years that love has only grown.

    Makes me incredibly humble.

  • Serena

    I have twins that are five years apart!

    After trying to conceive for a couple of years, my husband and I fell in love with a foster child that my mother had. We were anxiously awaiting a response from the state as to whether or not we would be allowed to adopt the little boy. Finally, one day while I was at work I received a telephone call from the adoption worker that we had been approved to adopt the little guy. Within an hour or two I received another phone call — this time from my doctor’s office informing me that I was pregnant. Our kids grew up with the story that they were twins five years apart.

  • http://giveawayroundup.blogspot.com/ Sheila

    After we brought our daughter home from the hospital, we often had her sleeping in a roll-away crib in our livingroom, so we could be near her/hear her. Our dog at the time, an elderly spaniel, took to sleeping right at the base of the crib, to guard the baby. He would always look concerned when she would cry, and would be so relieved when she was happy again. Doggie Love. :o )

  • Karen

    Cherokee women have a host of plants that they use to help the little ones ‘jump down’ from their mothers as they’re being born. It’s no surprise to me that they would use Impatiens capensis (Jewelweed) for this inasmuch as the seedpod explodes when ripe. One of my favorite things to do as a child was to pop the seedpods open.

  • Erin Sherill

    The night my daughter was born was very special to me. With minutes of her birth she was nursing at my breast. Once her baby tummy was full she fell asleep snuggled against my chest. We were skin to skin and it felt so natural, so right.

  • Ursula

    When we brought our dog home from the kennel after our daughter was born, he ran right in the door, hopped up and licked her head! They’ve been great friends ever since.

  • http://lifeandtimesofanewnewyorker.blogspot.com Amanda

    We’ve been thinking about having kids in the next year or so, so my intersted in this type of topic is huge right now.

    I have tons of fond memories as a child. When i was little I kept telling my mom “I’m boring!” and she would laugh and laugh. And I’d get fustraed and mad. I was bored so I kept saying “I’m boring!!” and eventually I figured out why she just laughed at me.