"I Was There In the Room"

     I think this monologue in, "The Vagina Monologues" stood out against many of the other monologues.  Most of the monologues center around accepting oneself as a woman, and horrible things that different cultures and societies put on women when involving their vagina.  This monologue had more of a positive spin and put a different perspective in what the author Eve Ensler is trying to say.
     Out of all the monologues this one seems to be the one that she almost looked over.  In her words she says, "I had been performing this piece for over two years when it suddenly occurred to me that there were no pieces about birth.  It was a bizarre omission."  The author herself almost looked over this important topic that is one of the main purposes of the vagina, giving birth.
     The story is about being present when her granddaughter was being born and the different view of the vagina that she got out of this experience.  In all the other monologues the vagina is seen as something sexual or abused.  Whether it be sex, rape, or mutilation all the monologues seem to move around these to themes.  However, in this monologue its about the sacrifice the vagina makes to create or give birth to a new life.  The way she describes the birth process and the changes the vagina goes through gives the vagina life.  "Saw the broken blue the blistering tomato red the gray pink, the dark; saw the blood like perspiration along the edges saw the yellow, white liquid, the shit, the clots pushing out all the holes."  The author doesn't glamorize the site she saw,  but tells it as it is.  She still thinks that this experience was a miracle but not of the beauty of the scene before her, but rather what she was bringing to the world and the sacrifices she was making to do it.
"The heart is capable of sacrifice.  So is the vagina.  The heart is able to forgive and repair.  It can change its shape to let us in.  It can expand to let us out.  So cant he vagina."  By comparing the vagina to the heart is saying that it is all part of women's beings.  We need to let our hearts take what others give us and also be able to give our hearts out to others.  The vagina takes in pleasure but in return will give a human life to the world.  This connection the author makes is very strong and gives the reader a sense of the birth experience no matter how gross it maybe is indeed a magic thing like the body part that helps produce it, the vagina.