I want to preface by saying that I have always been against the idea of children for a multitude of reasons. One main reason why I do not intend to have children is because it is what is expected of me by society. That’s the thing to do when you grow up, find a husband, get married and have children and provide for those children. I have always gone along with what society expects of me, however, this is not something I was going to given into so easily. As of recently though, I have found myself more and more open to the idea of having children. 

This new development is a slight possibility as I still sit with my many concerns that come with being a mother. One concern I would like to focus on is the maternal mortality rate for Black women. I was fortunate enough to take a Gender and Women’s studies class in highschool that has enlightened me to the struggles of women all throughout our world’s history. We discussed topics such as the women’s suffrage movement, gender equality, intersectionality, gender roles, gender and sexuality, female genital mutilation and last but not least Black maternal mortality rates. The discourse of maternal mortality rate in Black women specifically was a touching subject as I have experienced first hand how black women are ignored and pushed aside in health care. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to realize just how real and dangerous the situation is for Black women when it comes to maternal healthcare. The statistics are staggering—Black women are three to four times more likely to die from pregnancy-related complications than white women. What’s even more concerning is that many of these deaths are preventable. It’s not just about access to healthcare; it’s about the quality of care received. Time and time again, Black women’s pain is dismissed, and their concerns go unheard, contributing to this shocking disparity.

This issue is deeply rooted in systemic racism that plagues our healthcare system. Black women are often treated as less credible when they express discomfort or medical concerns, and that bias can have deadly consequences. High-profile cases, like that of Serena Williams, who almost lost her life due to medical professionals not listening to her about her own body, highlight the urgency of this problem. The fear of being ignored or mistreated by healthcare providers is something I would constantly have to consider if I ever chose to become a mother. This reality adds yet another layer to my apprehension about having children, and it’s a conversation we need to have more openly. Every Black woman deserves to feel safe, heard, and cared for in every stage of her pregnancy—and yet, that’s still far from the reality many face today. So, with all of this weighing on my mind, I can’t help but ask myself: Would I survive childbirth?