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  • A Biting Time

    This has nothing to do with this month's theme of integrative medicine, or maybe it does...

    Jacob is teething. Some babies wake up one morning, and have 3, 4, or maybe 5 teeth. They are the lucky ones.

    This does not happen in our house. Teething here is more like a slow form of long term torture. First the drooling. Then the chewing. Then refusing to eat. Then eating everything, but only on the affected side. Then you go to the doctor, because of the crying. And you think, "Please GOD! Let this be an ear infection so that they can give me some medicine!" But it's not and the doctor says his gums are red and swollen.

    Awesome.

    I guess this is where a rudimentary form of integrative medicine starts. We try EVERYTHING. Motrin, Tylenol, teethers, frozen bread, frozen blueberries, frozen washcloths, teething gel, tablets, etc. You name it. The only thing I have not tried to ease the pain is whiskey. Well, let's be honest, I haven't given Jacob whiskey....

    And then a white dot! One little piece of one tooth has broken through. Bu guess what? Of the molars, there are 4. Each molar has 4 little pointy corners that must erupt. And for Jacob, each part of each tooth is grueling. So, we wait it out and snuggle and cuddle and try everything we can think of so that the little man is more comfortable while he is teething. I'm open to new suggestions!

    Posted Feb 27 2010, 03:03 PM by jmdinap with no comments
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  • Lifestyle

    I have to admit, I was very unfamiliar with the topic of integrative medicine, so I have layed low this month. I have learned a lot reading the posts of the other contributors. I appreciate that.

    The one thing I have to contribute, better late than never, I suppose, is the way that taking care of yourself is really a lifestyle choice.

    Just like on the airplane, where you have to give yourself oxygen before helping someone else, you have to take care of yourself, advocate for yourself, ask questions, and do what feels right, before you can even attempt to function for others. It is not selfish, it is self-preservation.

    It weaves through all life aspects; eating, sleeping, working, playing, fitness, relaxation. Finding a balance is the essential key to life liberty and the pursuit of happiness, no?

    When I think about how that impacts my life, the one thing I come up with for me, personally, is yoga. When I have that going on in my life, I feel better, act better towards everyone, and am proactive in making healthy choices, especially on the nutrition end of things. You can not eat a bag of potato chips as your post-yoga snack, it would completely ruin the zen.

    It is difficult however, to make drastic changes all at one time. So, for me, once I am on a roll with one thing, I am much more able to add in other things that contribute to a healthy lifestyle. The key is making it a habit, and the biggest motivation is instilling good habits into your children. I mean, really, your entire job is that in a nutshell. And in the end, everyone benefits.

    Posted Feb 01 2010, 02:11 PM by jmdinap with no comments
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  • Happy Holidays From The Other Side

    That is, from the non-Christmas side. From the Hanukkah side.

    It has definitely been interesting this year. Asher is old enough to be bedazzled by everything Christmas. EVERYTHING. Lights, Santa, wreaths, moving reindeer, trees, ornaments, TV specials etc. If you step back and take a look, there is a LOT of Christmas going on. We talk about it a lot, and who celebrates what, and why, and more lights and wow and etc....

    Now, Hanukkah is not a major Jewish holiday. Yom Kippur, Rosh Hashanah (Fall), and Passover (Spring) are the major ones. They just don't happen to fall around Christmas which is a marketing, bonanza, so Hanukkah gets a bump in importance in order to compete, if you will. And I think Jewish parents fall victim to it. Use it as a time to make sure their non-Christian children don't get slighted on the gift-getting end. Use it as a reason to spoil their kids a little. And frankly, it is easiest to explain away Christmas with the all popular, "Well, you get 8 nights of fun and presents for HAnukkah instead of just one day!"

    In addition, I have recently converted to Judaism and this is my first year officially without Christmas, even though we have not been celebrating for a while. I think that makes me hyper-sensitive to how my children might react around such a public holiday. However, we had a lovely Hanukkah. Grandma & Grandpa came, we had several nights of good food. There were presents, big and small, the dreidel game, lots of playing, a Hanukkah party at the synagogue preschool, and lighting the menorah for 8 nights (or 9 in our case as we skipped one and had to make up for it.) It is the holiday that keeps on going and going and going. But I have been worried about him feeling slighted. I loved Christmas as a child and my memories of that still hold a dear place in my heart. What kind of effect would it have on Asher, never having that?

    The answer is none. And I should have known it all along. It is the reason I converted. It is the reason Dan and I married, and decided to raise our children in the Jewish faith. It is the reason that maybe you love Christmas. Or Kwanzaa. Or that you don't need a holiday to celebrate. The reason is that it is the family that makes the holiday. It is family and tradition that make the memories. It is the family that the joy stems from. And as much as we give our parents an grandparents a hard time about how wonderful it is when everyone is together, it is true. Those are my fond memories. My family, singing Christmas carols, and now, lighting a menorah together. It is the together that makes it special. And the materialistic side that we create around it, really can't hold a candle, Hanukkah, or advent, to the impression that we make upon our children by demonstrating a loving, caring family.

    Asher proved it to me at the vet this morning. They had a tree lit up when we went in to get some dog food. He and Jacob were oogling and talking non-stop about how beautiful it was. The very nice grandma who works at the counter came out to talk to him. She chatted him up with one of the three usual things to say to a kid right now. (In case you were wondering, they are: Have you been good for Santa? What did you ask for for Christmas? and, Do you have your Christmas tree up?) She opted for the question about the tree, and he just looked at her and said, "We don't celebrate Christmas. When I grow up I want to run the beer tanks at a restaurant." (Let's come back to the beer comment another time...) But the point is, he's fine with it. And he handled it beautifully. I shouldn't have worried. And I should be thankful that he is lucky enough to be making memories just like I was.

  • Hopefully, We Will Not Be Swiney

    Just a disclaimer, and a reminder, this is just my opinion. I also would like to add that once things hit the level of hype where they have daily trailers on CNN, I stop watching and paying attention. I have a deep seeded hatred for the media and its tendency to turn things into a frenzy. It stems from living in NYC on 9/11 and actually living through the tragedy there. The media was an injustice to what was happening, and so stems my distrust.

    Anyhow.

    Swine Flu. H1N1. Frenzy. Here is my experience with this situation.

    March, 2009. Jacob is 6 months old. Dan was in bed with a flu for about 3 days. He was useless. Sick everywhere and as pathetic as I have ever seen anyone. We scratch our heads, a little late for the flu, but OK. In retrospect, he probably had it then, and we all made it through unscathed.

    Spring-ish 2009. Swine flu news.

    Summer 2009. We move. We ignore everything happening on the planet because moving with 2 children and starting a new job and selling a house is all our brains can handle.

    Early October 2009. Now it is H1N1, and I am on the email list at the preschool and emails are flying around about who is getting H1N1 and is it live or flumist or a shot or what have you.

    Late October 2009. I get the kids regular flu shots at the new pediatrician because we finally have health insurance. (Don't get me started on that)

    Later October 2009. I have a playground discussion with a few moms about where to get the H1N1 shot, because as I have said in previous posts, I do what doctors say. If we are supposed to get it, I will get it. I call the pediatrician. They don't have it. I look up the health department, they don't have it either, unless you are high risk. We are not. One day Dan calls and says his office is asking him to get it because they are health care professionals. So he gets one at Kroger. As in the grocery store. They are only doing it for health care professionals.

    Early November 2009. I read the disclaimers about who can and can not get the shots, and make a call to Asher's cardiologist. He is only allowed the shot, not the mist because of his prior heart conditions, but it does not put him in a high risk category. So.... still none available.

    Yesterday. Friends are posting on Facebook where they can get vaccines, and how long they have had to wait in line at the health department. I say to Dan, "Ok, What the heck is going on with this? Am I going to be a lunatic about it and track down some vaccines, or just go with it? Can't you help with this, Doc?" We decide to put a small amount of effort into getting it. But the lack of availability is frustrating, and I am am sure is what the media is playing on. Not to minimize the impact of the illness, but...

    Today. Dan emails me that a Duke children's clinic about 30 minutes away has some for walk ins. We have a playdate with a mom who tells me that they are giving it at well baby visits, I call his new pediatrician to make his 4 year check up appointment for December and ask if he can get it then. She says, "Well, I am opening our newest shipment right now, we haven't posted it yet, but we are having a clinic tomorrow at the office. Would you like an appointment?"

    ChaChing. Dan and the kids will be vaccinated. I will hope that is enough until I can round up some for myself. Because we all know, if mom goes down, the whole operation goes down. And that is one situation that deserves all the media hype it can get.

  • Top 10 Post-Partum Care Tips

    10) Sometimes, cereal is a meal.

    9) The answer is always, "Yes, I need help." The car is out of gas, we have no milk, can you pick up Child #1 from school, and sure he would love to stay for lunch. You would do these things for your friends, so when they offer, say yes.

    8) The answer is always , "No, I can't help you with that right now, but I would love to in a month or two or five." You do not need to bake cookies for the PTA, watch the neighbor's kids, or pet sit for your cousin.

    7) Bleeding is a great indicator of how you are doing. Light bleeding=just right. Soaking through pads= you are doing too much.

    6) You are not losing the weight right now. Get it out of your head. You are HEALING. You just made a person for nine months. If you are hungry, go ahead and have a scoop of ice cream or a piece of pizza.

    5) Water is your friend. Drink it until you want to drown. It will help with nursing, any urinary tract action, swelling, skin, and overall well being.

    4) If you HAVE to cook (and that would be because you are not following rule #9 or #1), make 3 times what you normally would, and then you have to cook 3 times less. You will eat lasagna for a lot of days, but it will be OK.

    3) Don't clean. Really. Let it go. It will be OK. Buy some clorox wipes or whatever, and rum them over the counter when the spaghetti sauce won't come off and when there are blobs of toothpaste on the counter, and then let the rest go.

    2) Sleep. I know. When? Try. Don't watch Jon & Kate, or talk to that person on the phone, or get sucked into shopping for more onesies on Mini-Boden, or uploading pictures. The birth announcements can wait another week, you can keep your stuff on the DVR for a months, but 4 AM happens every day for a LONG time.

    1) Shower every day. At least once. You can put your PJ's back on, but get in under the hot water and steam, and shower. Put the crying baby in the crib for 5 minutes and regroup. She will be fine for 5 minutes, and she will not be scarred for life, and you will feel better. MUCH MUCH better.

  • Post-Partum Care - When You Get Past 'Don't Touch Me'

    A jump ahead in post partum care, but in my opinion, this has been the most difficult.

    Post-partum contraception.

    We were lucky enough to get pregnant easily, so I was not taking any chances once I got the 'clear' from my OB. Let me back up-- I got the clear from my doctor at 6 weeks. It took a LONG LONG LONG time after that before I could think about anything else going on in the womanly regions. So don't rush it.

    But there will come a time when you are back in the swing of things and you need contraception. I have tried many, many things. The issue is, while nursing, you are very limited to basically, condoms, IUD, rings of some kind, or POP (the mini-pill, progesterone only). It is my understanding that the only hormone you can have while nursing is progesterone. It is also my un-medical opinion, that progesterone is the CRAZY hormone. I mean it is the one that gives you acne, makes your unwanted hair grow like crazy, oh, and turns you into a raving lunatic. If you are not nursing, there are more options, but these were what was offered to me:

    Condoms- let's just skip this, we've all been there.

    Rings (nuvaring for example) - I am unable to do it. I am not capable of knowing in advance when I need to deal with this.

    Mini-Pill- This is EXTREMELY sensitive time wise. You need to take it at precisely the exact time each day, or its effectiveness decreases dramatically. Also, it did not work, gave me acne, and I had horribly irregular periods.

    IUD- My only experience is with the Mirena. I heard wonders about it, and my doc raved about it, but as soon as my husband makes permanent plumbing changes I will be removing it. It makes me insane. It is like PMS on crack. It is almost as if it is an out-of-body experience. I can see myself acting like a mad-woman, I can't stop it. I like to call it Mirena-Rage. Plus, the acne is as bad as a 12 year old's. AND, I get a period every month, but it is light. Just spotting for about 5 days. Which is annoying. Too much for no protection, not enough for tampons. I know there are other types on IUD's but this one was the most effective. Supposedly after a year (which will be soon enough) the side effects decrease. The verdict is still out on that.

    My advice, and experience would be to research THOROUGHLY, and do not make any quick decisions about what you are going to use. The choices are limited, and I have yet to find a real winner.

  • One Year Vaccines

    With all the vaccine chatter going on, I just thought I would pipe in with my two cents.

    Jacob went for his one year checkup the day before his birthday. He was doing fine, and we discussed the normal things: eating (switch to whole milk- yay!!!), safety (still a little kid with a big head, so he has to stay rear facing in the car), diet (no peanuts until age three), milestones (says 3 words, and is trying to walk), and completely neurotic parental concerns (at what point do we worry about his large head? or does that just mean he has a bigger brain?).

    Then, FYI you can't actually get vaccines until they are one year of age, and not a day sooner. Why? It is because of school records, I am told. They can't get the chicken pox vaccine until they are one, or the schools won't accept it. Huh.

    Not an issue, we went back the next day for a quick nurse visit to get our shots. Jacob has handled them beautifully. A little sleepy, no other symptoms.

    Thank goodness for that.

  • On One

    Jacob will be 1 in a few days.

    This is my second, and probably last baby to have a first birthday. It is a cliche, but truly bittersweet.

    The sweetness: I am delighted at what a little human he is. He is laughing, playing peek a boo, taking steps, saying, "That! Mama! Dada!" He shakes his head no, and cracks up every time Asher comes near him. He snuggles, loves books, and is never going to give up his bottle. He naps twice a day, and sleeps all night. He likes to eat meatballs, challah, pizza, goldfish, fish sticks, grapes, cheese turkey, mac & cheese, peas, hummus, crackers, & bread, but dislikes sweets and most veggies. Without sounding conceited, he adores me. He lights up when I walk into the room, and he reaches for me and smiles.

    The bitter: He is getting older. He is going to turn into a toddler who walks and never stops talking. He will one day look at me and go, "NO! I need my PRIVACY!!!", as my 3-year-old does. He is done with baby food, done with his cute little baby outfits, and done with most things baby. I no longer get to say, " I just had a baby, and that is why I have this poochy gut hanging out."

    He is turning into a kid, and while I love him more and more each day for the little man he is becoming, I am sad for the baby I am losing.

    Posted Sep 21 2009, 01:45 PM by jmdinap with no comments
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  • Vaccines: Get The Facts (Part 2)

    As an addendum to my soapbox from the previous vaccine post, I would like to add a few things. And by adding them, I realize I am toeing the line of murky waters in a current political debate. However, I think that my family has a unique perspective having been on both sides of this spectrum, and this is my opinion.

    1) My husband is a physician. He gets paid by insurance companies. He has medical school loans to pay off which rival our mortgage payments, so we are certainly comfortable, but not living the high life as one immediately thinks when they think 'physician'. We rely on Medicare, Medicaid, BCBS, Aetna, United, etc, to pay his salary. Over the past few years, the reimbursements to physicians have decreased. For example, an office visit he used to bill $75 for is now being billed at $60. That decrease trickles over to surgeries, procedures, etc.... We feel the burden of the insurance companies and government cutting the payments to the physicians.

    2) Because of the surgery our son had, we spent months and months paying off medical bills to physicians. M-O-N-T-H-S. We feel the burden of being the consumer purchasing health insurance. We have private insurance that costs about another mortgage payment each month, and it was not enough to cover the surgery with high deductibles and out of pocket expenses.

    3) In addition, the malpractice insurance physicians are required to carry is astronomically expensive. It is the reason that many parts of the country don't have enough OB-GYNs. The risk of getting sued as a medical professional is very high whether or not the suit is justified. The expense of defense against any and every type of lawsuit gets passed on in the form of high malpractice premiums. AND in addition to that, the 'jury of your peers' is not a jury of medically trained professionals. Just people like you and I, often requiring attorneys to try to simplify medical justifications to those not experienced in making those decisions. Now, certainly malpractice happens and should be litigated accordingly, but the fear of unnecessary lawsuits is very real, and very expensive to physicians. Additionally there are many expensive (often unnecessary) tests ordered so doctors can protect themselves from potential future litigation, driving up the cost of healthcare.

    4) Regarding vaccines, as long as the data linking vaccines to autism are weak, and vaccines are still strongly recommended by the AAP, it is in the patient's and physician's best interest to comply. The data supporting the safety of vaccines are much stronger. It is unfortunate that care is often determined with insurance companies in mind, but it is a reality for providers and consumers. Doctors won't get reimbursed for services not covered, and you will bear the burden of the bill. Thankfully, most pediatric vaccines are covered under routine care, and most pediatricians will tell you they are NOT a money-maker. Additionally, they are reimbursed quite poorly for routine preventive care. If it is something you are concerned about, then most offices have supporting documentation of their policies, procedures and justifications available to you. Certainly a good pediatrician will take the time to discuss options and outcomes with you, and your job as a consumer of healthcare is to find someone you are comfortable with. Someone who works with your needs, while following the guidelines. Finally, it is well-known that whatever the risk of vaccines, the risks of re-emergence of the diseases they prevent are far far greater.

    5) You should not blindly do what your doctor says. But a good physician will discuss things with you and recommend treatments in a way that educates and comforts, rather than demands and dictates. The world of medicine is a complex one, to be sure. Most doctors, however, will tell you that however complex their world, the interest and well-being of the patient is by far the most important thing....and they swear an oath to protect that notion.

    No one goes into medicine saying, "I want to be stuck in the middle of private insurance companies, pharmaceutical charges, government regulations, and patients who get their information from Wikipedia." But that is what happens, and those people who have spent 7+ years after college trying to learn how to take care of us, are victims.

  • Vaccines: Get The Facts

    I am not a doctor. I live with one. I supported one through medical school. He is smart. He is an ophthalmologist. He went to college for 4 years. He went to medical school for 4 years. He did 1 year of an internal medicine internship. He did 3 more years of training to complete his ophthalmology residency. He does Lasik and cataract surgery, operates on children, treats diabetes, and is a Board Certified MD, and Fellow of the American Academy of Ophthalmology. He loves his children. He would not do anything to harm them. I have a Master's degree in Special Education. I have taught many, many children with autism and other disabilities. I have sat with parents as they have searched and searched for answers to unlock the mysteries of their vacant children, reaching for a cause, and looking for a place to point a finger. When at age 2, they claim that their child disappeared after their vaccines. I have never read a case report of an autistic child that supported that fact. When I asked my pediatrician about that happening, she assured me that in the 40+ collective number of years of all of the physicians in their group, they have never met a child who did not show signs of delays before they were vaccinated. We vaccinate our children. We defer to the people who are trained and educated about taking care of our children's health. We realize the benefit to eradicating measles, smallpox, polio, and mumps. We have a child with a congenital heart defect. One who has had open heart surgery. It is a huge recurrent medical issue that I hope none of you ever have to deal with. We educate ourselves, we speak to people who are educated about our son's problems, like cardiologists, cardiothoracic surgeons, and pediatricians, and we make medical decisions based on medical recommendations. We would not base decisions about the health of our son's heart based on pop culture, unsupported evidence, blogs, message boards, or studies that had not been replicated and reviewed. The American Academy of Pediatrics puts out a vaccination schedule for the good and welfare of our children and the general population. Visit their website (http://www.cispimmunize.org/) for your information. Allow the experts to make the decisions. And then visit Autism Speaks, the March of Dimes, or sites like these to support families and children who are suffering.
  • I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends

    The old addage about it taking a village to raise a child has certainly withstood the test of time.  But it is interesting to me how it has managed to stay afloat even in current times. 

    Women of today are self-sufficient, independent, and resourceful.  We assemble furniture from IKEA by ourselves, fix toilets, earn salaries, and back up our own computers.  We own pink screwdrivers, support charitable organizations, and haggle with car salesmen.  We cook dinner, but expect that our husband can pull it off as well.  We clean toilets, or pay someone to do it, or share the duty with our husbands. We are women, hear us roar, etc...

    Then you have a child. Then you are a MOM. You are a MOM and a WOMAN.  You do not lose one identity because you have the other.  You are strong. Your body just did tremendous work.  It made and gave birth to a human.  So you think, what's so hard about the rest of life?  If I did that, I can do it ALL!  

    You're right.  You CAN.  

    Just not now. Not for at least 6 weeks, well... more like 6 months.

    Really. You can't. I know you think you are different, but you're not. YOU NEED HELP.

    That help can be your mom, neighbor, grandma, girlfriend, lady at church, workout buddy at the JCC, it doesn't matter.  Use them all. It can be a man. It probably won't be, but it can be.   Oh, wait. hubby or partner doesn't count.  They are in just as much doo-doo as you, and are also thinking WHAT THE &^$% DID WE JUST DO?  What happened to our lives? 

    You need someone to talk to, tell you to nap, cook you a pan of lasagna, vaccuum your floors, watch the baby while you run to get milk, hell, BRING you the milk/ibuprofen/wine/diapers.  These beautiful little creatures drag you into a haze you can not imagine. I'm not referring to postpartum depression, that is a different, albeit common ballgame.  This is just the postpartum fog that seeps into your brain, makes you lose track of time, reality, and toothbrushing, and causes you to wonder what happened to the old you. The powerful, self-assured you.  

    That you, the new mom, you need your village. Any villager will do.  Having children did not change with women's lib.  It is still the same process that has been going on for hundreds of years.  The same physical and emotional culmination of womanhood.  And those ancient women knew that they needed help to make it through.  Even with the conveniences that we have, you are smart to take and ask for help.  You will be a better WOMAN and MOM because of it.

     

  • Purgatory- After Delivery, Before You Go Home.

    (Not for those with a weak stomach)

    It's weird, though.  No one tells you about the next part.    The placenta doesn't really 'slide out'. You have to push that out too. Then depending on how badly your infant damaged you, they get to work on your undercarriage: stitching, padding, icing, cleaning, and hopefully numbing.

    That whole adrenaline-can't remember-rush is partly true.  It is the moment where you shift your whole being away from taking care of yourself to providing for another person.  So you lose focus on your repairs, and focus on the baby. Which is a damn good thing because when I finally did look down there it resembled a foreign country scarred by battle.

    OHHH!!! AND the chills. After both deliveries, I had uncontrollable, painful body racking chills. Almost seizure like, more shock-like. They lasted for over an hour, and I couldn’t relax, or stop them. It was strange, and the second time, I forgot about it happening the first time. And I thought, “DAMN!! I remember this, it sucked!”

    Then there is the routine. You have to pee. You get the clearance to go to the bathroom, and there is ALL sorts of equipment. Gear for the rear, provided you were afflicted with ‘piles’. Stuff for the stitches. And all sorts of hideous help for the bleeding that lasts for weeks. So peeing involves blotting, spraying, changing padding, icing, and possibly ointment-ing. Most likely you get to wear the disposable hospital panties because they just get ruined. Pretty much plan on 30 minutes to pee. And don’t even think of going number 2 for about a week. The idea of it is terrifying at first. You will try not to even pass a little gas. Ask for the colace with every round of painkillers.

    Whether you were in labor for 5 minutes or 5 days, you need to sleep.  You need to sleep like you need oxygen to breathe.  The hospital where I delivered Jacob recognized this and had a designated rest time from 1-3.  In fact, they were so strict about it that nurses and visitors could not bother you during those hours.  The irony is that at 1:00, they would come over the big PA system , the one that announces fires and terrorist attacks and announce that it was time for resting.  Sooooo if you were ALREADY resting, you were now wide awake.  And if you were feeding your baby, he just bit the crap out of you because he was so startled. Then at 3 when you finally get to sleep, the nurses all start coming in to do their thing.  The hospital is the WORST place to rest.

    So you can’t wait to get out.

    Then the day comes when you can go home, and be sure to take all that toiletry crap with you, because your bathroom will be taken over as a little pharmacy center for a while.  And you will plan and plan when you are going to leave based on the tentative feedings by your baby.  But don’t be surprised if the doc has to do an emergency surgery, and you have to sit at the ready for about 6 hours. 

    And then you get out. And you get home without wrecking the car even though there are a million unsafe horrific drivers on the road, and don’t they know you have a BABY in here for the love of GOD!!!! And now you are there, at your house just like you imagined it, and you just stare at the baby and at the other people around you and go, “Now what?”

  • Delivery- The Hare

    Jacob Michael 9-25

    We arrived at the hospital at 11:35 PM. As Dan came racing back into the delivery room, from parking the car, I was already stirruped and ready to go. Some nurse was asking for my information (um, FYI- I DID fill out the pre-registration sheet, why I needed to repeat all of this was beyond me). Giving her my information was not on the top of my priority list as the ring of fire had exploded in my nether regions.

    In the meantime, I had asked for an epidural. The nurse said I needed to get a whole bag of fluids before that, so while I was arguing with the lady about needing my social security number, and screaming in medieval pain, some poor soul was trying to put in an IV and drown my veins with saline.

    The midwife checked under the hood and said, “Let me help you out.” She then ran her finger around my cervix (translation- took a sharp hot dagger and stabbed me in the va-jay-jay repeatedly with it). It was then that the proverbial overwhelming need to push came.

    I saw Dan say to the midwife, through pursed lips, “There’s no time for an epidural, is there?” Then I saw her shake her head. That is when I lost my sh*t. I said, “Did you say there was no TIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMME?????!!!!! NO! HE! IS! NOT! COMING! THAT! FAST! I! WANT! AN! EPIDURAL!”

    She used her best coddling-the-crazy-woman voice to say, “No, Honey, I said there was no time frame, no time frame to worry about. Anesthesia will be here in just a minute. Why don’t you try a practice push in the meantime?”

    Data-Entry nurse was all I could see because of the blinding pain, and I told that damn nurse that it was too fast, and I wasn’t ready for a baby. She smiled and nodded, and I did it. I looked at her and she held my hand and I pushed once, twice, and relented to the pain. Dan was somewhere talking about yoga breathing, the midwife was somewhere counting and smiling, and I was somewhere else, some transcendent place that was not bad, but not a place I care to return to. And then there was crying. And the pain stopped. It was 12:05 AM. Jacob Michael was born in under 30 minutes, completely naturally.  Jacob hospital

  • Delivery -The Tortoise

    Asher Reid

    Once we got into the room to deliver Asher, it was S-L-O-W going.  We checked in at 10ish int eh mornings, and he was not born until 11:30 in the evening.  I endured a few hours, OK, 2 hours of labor without any pain medicine.  However, since my water had broken, they wanted to use pitocin to make things progress.  You only get about 24 hours to deliver a baby after that because of the risk of infection.  When the nurse came in around 1 to ask if I wanted more ice chips, or an epidural, I took the bait. 

    The thing with pitocin, vs.natural contractions, is they are strong and sharp, and irregular. For me, anyway. 

    The epidural part was not easy... sitting still enough through contractions to get a spinal injection.

    After that, we pretty much watched the contractions on the monitor.  Mush less painful.

    Here's the thing with an epidural.  You have to stay in bed. You have to get a catheter. Your legs go numb, or in my case, one does. 

    We read magazines, talked on the phone, dozed, until about 8 cm.  That was a long day.  Lots of stamina and endurance to make it through without eating or drinking.  I got some more drugs for my side that was not numb, and was finally ready to start pushing.  So I did. Well, I thought I did.  For an hour and a half, I thought I was pushing. Not much was happening.  Except for the arrival of hemorrhoids of epic size.

    Then I'm not quite sure what happened and the nurse and Dan both said, "OHHH!! Yes, do that again."  Which was not what I had been doing for the previous 90 minutes.  You see, pushing the baby out is more like having a BM than what you think it is.  Who knew?  After that, it took about 30 minutes, and Asher was born.  I found out later, he was born with the cord around his neck, which they bill you for undoing, by the way. It is a 'procedure', but I will save my rant for another time.

    And there he was, slimy, screaming, wrinkly, cone headed and all mine. 

    Conehead

  • Going to The Hospital, Part 2

    Born to Run, Or Crazy Train- Both are appropriate

    Jacob 9/25

    We sit in the driveway with the car running waiting for my Mom to drive 2 miles to get to our house to watch Asher.  I am writhing and wailing in the front seat, because every minute or so a contraction rips through me and nearly tears me in half.  Mom's car pulls in and Dan backs out like he is on Cops.  We hit every red light.  We get stuck in traffic at 11:15 PM because of the great gas shortage in Charlotte.  I am telling Dan to slow down, he is saying, "OK, Honey" as his knuckles whiten on the steering wheel and his foot grows heavy on the accelerator.  He screeches into the L & D unit at the hospital where they are awaiting my arrival.  I limp out clutching my belly and doubling over every few steps.  The midwife finally sees me as I elbow a family of 14 out of the way and Dan runs back out to park the car.  No paperwork.  No checking in.  My shoes and clothes are being stripped off in the hallway.  By the time Dan gets back from parking the car, I am gowned, stirruped, swearing, and Jacob is crowning.
    Posted Jun 30 2009, 08:16 PM by jmdinap with no comments
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