by Shala Erlich

Frontier Bris

I did my first circumcision in Pocatello, a town in the southeastern part of Idaho, where the majority of the population is Mormon and the nearest mohel, should you have such an exotic need, is probably 170 miles away in Salt Lake City. We did it the medical way—in the hospital nursery with the baby strapped onto the “Circumstraint,” a molded piece of plastic equipment, with Velcro fastenings to keep the baby’s arms and legs from flailing into the way.

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