“Bye, honey. Mommy will miss you…” I spoke to my two-day old son as if I was sending him off to some place fun, like camp. Instead I was sending him off to be circumcised.

My husband and I had made the decision to circumcise him long before he was born. We honestly didn’t discuss it too much. In fact, I’m not even sure there was a discussion.  We just assumed that it would be done.

Throughout my pregnancy I’d read a bit about the circumcision debate in online pregnancy forums as proponents and opponents of the procedure would argue their case. Despite what was said I was never swayed to the opposing side. It wasn’t until my son was born that I had doubts. He was so sweet, so perfect, and so fragile. What kind of mother would allow someone to go hacking away at two-day-old manhood?

“Honey, maybe when he gets older he’d appreciate the look of a torpedo,” I tried to convince my husband. My comment was only met with a glare. Plus, I was only half serious … (I think.)

Apparently less parents are circumcising their boys these days. The gig is up on the hygiene debate with some experts saying that it makes no difference whether or not you’re circumcised. Others still report that uncircumcised men have a greater chance of carrying viruses and infections. In fact one book I read went as far as saying that if you didn’t choose to circumcise your son for his own benefit, you should do it for the wellbeing of your future daughter-in-law because of rampant cases of HPV and cervical cancer. Whatever. I figure I probably won’t like my daughter-in-law too much for stealing away my son, so I decline to consider her best interests.

Some opponents of circumcision argue that uncircumcised men have greater sensation, therefore greater sexual pleasure. Are these people kidding me?  Why are they thinking about the destiny of their child’s sexual gratification? I personally would not like to think about it and refused to base my decision on any part of this argument. Furthermore, I’d like to believe that my son is never having sex. He’s going to only ever love one woman (me) and live a life of celibacy. (Please allow me to revel in my naivety.)

I thought for a moment about what my gut was telling me.  In all honesty, I think it was telling me not to do it.  (Or maybe I was just starving after that post c-section liquid diet …)  Regardless, my husband knew where he stood and I stood there once myself.

And so it was … they wheeled my son away and brought him back with a little less skin than he’d had before. I just hope the circumcision trend doesn’t change too drastically. He’ll never forgive me if he’s the only chopped member in a locker room full of foreskin.