Good morning! If you can believe
it, Seth is dressed, has eaten breakfast, brushed his teeth, washed his dishes,
and is cleaning out the ashes. Unbelievable. Seriously. Cedric is dressed, has
eaten, brushed his teeth and washed his dishes. Joseph is having trouble
getting dressed. He ate and washed his dishes, but the getting dressed part is
escaping him. I guess he wants to wear pajamas to school today.
Yesterday was a sort of fun day.
My trip to Joann’s was successful. I found fabric to go with my two pieces of
Star Wars Fabric as well as for a couple of bottoms to go with the tops that
will be interchangeable. I also got some thread because my supply of really
dark blue is getting to the point where it is almost nonexistent. They also had
a sale going on McCall’s patters—5 for $7. It was hard finding five that I
wanted that they had. There were three that I really liked and they didn’t have
them. There wasn’t even a place marker to indicate that they’d ever had them.
Bummer. Anyway, I spent $51.45 and I
saved $126.80. That’s a savings of 71.14%. That’s when I like to go shopping at
Joann’s. In spite of the fact that I am happy with what I spent and what I
saved, I realize that Joann’s didn’t lose any money on this transaction. It’s
all about economics.
I was going to stop at Walmart
on the way home but managed to forget. It was rather close to lunch and I guess
I wasn’t thinking about much other than the fact that 104.5’s Way Back Lunch
had a bunch of songs that I actually like and wouldn’t mind having again (you
wouldn’t believe how much music I got rid of when I was married to someone—of
course, it was all vinyl and cassette tapes so I guess I would need to update
anyway).
At home, I had some rice with
eggs and debated with myself as to whether I wanted to go out and about again.
I decided to go ahead and go because then it would be done and I wouldn’t have
to do it later. I got a bunch of things for the basket of goodies for the Young
Women. Amena gave them all her approval so I think we’re good. I still want to
get some pens and pencils at Staples.
Yesterday on Facebook, I
erroneously mentioned that I only like to shop at Joann’s and Costco. I’d
obviously forgotten about Powell’s Books and WEBS. And I do like to shop at
Staples. Do you see a pattern here? I don’t like shopping for clothes (but I do
the stuff to make them out of) and I don’t like to shop for food. Never have,
probably never will. I like to wear Birkenstocks but I don’t like to go to a
store to buy them. I do like to get them off ebay because who doesn’t mind
getting hundred-plus-dollar shoes for fifty to seventy percent off?
Before I return to economics, I
got some Footprints (Pittsburg—I’d like to try an Alton or a Wiesbaden) which
are made by Birkenstock (off ebay although Paul did the actual ordering). I got
40s because I know that when you get closed toe Birkenstocks, you really need
to get a size bigger. When I got my Boston’s I got 39s and really wished I’d
have gotten 40’s. They’re okay now and I can actually wear socks with them now
but it took a while to get them to that point and some of the socks I like to
wear make for a really tight fit. What I noticed with the Footprints is that a
39 probably would have been fine although they do run narrower than a
Birkenstock. Anyway, Mother, if you get some Footprints, this might be good
information.
Back to economics. Why are women
induced? Do they really understand the consequences of that one, seemingly
simple act? There are several ways to be induced including stripping the
membranes, rupturing the membranes, and Pitocin. Stripping can be painful from
what I’ve read and can cause the membranes to rupture as well and doesn’t
always work. Rupturing the membranes doesn’t always work. Both can introduce
infection which is the most often cited reason to not be able to labor in the
tub once they are. Once membranes are ruptured, there’s the rush to get things
going and complete within a certain amount of time (I’m basing this on what I’ve
read, watched and heard and experienced with Amena although with her they
ruptured spontaneously but she needed to be born within 24 hours or we’d have
to transfer to the hospital). In order to get things going, Pitocin is
administered. And thus begins the cascade of interventions which often leads to
cesarean section. If we assume (a dangerous thing, I know) that a 5% c-section
rate is what we’d have if all c-sections that were done were for true emergencies,
then we have the other 27% that are not true emergencies. Is it possible, then,
that we would have fewer c-sections if women weren’t induced or augmented?
Seems logical.
However, it is all about
economics. Hospitals have staff to pay. They have machines that have to be both
paid for and justified. They have facilities to pay for. They have supplies to
pay for. Staff, including doctors, would like to get home at a reasonable hour because
they have a life outside the hospital. Hmmmm. Sounds like a recipe for disaster
with a continuous circle of less than optimal circumstances, actions, and
options.
All of my labors, with the
slight exception of Amena, were spontaneous. Amena’s started spontaneously but
needed a little encouragement so we wouldn’t have to go to the hospital. My
water broke and I had some contractions but when I got up, everything stopped.
This is quite like Amena to this day—she’ll wake up but not get out of bed; she’ll
get started, but get sidetracked. Looking back, I realized that Amena probably
decided that she didn’t really want to be born because she knew that in a
couple of days she’d be in a hospital and undergo surgery to correct a twisted bowel.
It was time to be born, but being born was going to be just the beginning of
two weeks of a rollercoaster ride. I never had to worry about the doctor wanting
to get home to his family (when Daniel was born, the doctor brought is youngest
daughter and his wife was his assistant so his family was with him) and
midwives have a completely different focus.
In the hospital, a labor is
induced. The body isn’t ready for labor and it seems quite likely that the baby
isn’t either. But someone is. Parents, doctor, maybe both? So labor is induced
in spite of the fact that the body and the baby aren’t ready. Because they aren’t
ready, labor is going to take longer. Because of the induction, the
contractions don’t start out relatively easy like they often (but not always)
do. They come on like a freight train with a cargo and destination. They don’t
feel good. So we add some pain killer. Well, that kind of causes contractions
to lighten up so the Pit has to be increased. That causes more discomfort so we
have to up the pain killer. Do you see a vicious cycle here?
Now we have Pit and pain meds.
Is labor going to progress normally? What the heck is normal, anyway? To me, normal indicates a spontaneous beginning,
letting the labor take it’s time to do what is needed, until the mother’s body
is ready to birth the baby and the baby is ready to be born. That is normal. Being in the hospital would
not be normal for me. That could cause a labor to stall for some, although not
for all.
Basically, labor is not going to
progress normally because the Pitocin and the pain meds are going to interfere
with the normal functions of the body. Labors are often sporadic and do not
follow the same pattern anyway, but interrupt the normal functions of the body
and nothing is going to work quite the way it is meant to. So, we have a
failure to progress. Or, the baby gets ‘stuck.’ Or, the mom just gets so darn
tired. Or, the baby experiences distress. Or, the doctor has had enough and is
ready to go home. Let’s get this baby out. How?
Forceps? Sure. After all, the
baby is just a big salad, right? Vacuum extractor? Why not? It’s just like
cleaning out those hard-to-get places in the car, right? Cesarsean section? Um,
yeah. . . check this out from Silent
Knife:
“In class, Nancy gets her
stopwatch and a knife and says, ‘Okay, the males in this room have two minutes
to get an erection and ejaculate. Those who fail to do so will have the tips of
their penises cut off. One, two, three—go! Okay, who’s getting an erection?
Anyone? Not yet? Hurry, hurry, or you’ll be cut!’ A little dramatic, you think?
As we’ve already mentioned, thousands of women are threatened with a cesarean
if they don’t dilate more quickly, even though the baby is fine and the labor
has only been twelve or fifteen hours.”
C-section? Sure, why not? It
gets the doctor home, it gets the baby out, it has the potential to cause
myriad problems and issues for the mother and possibly baby, sounds like a good
idea, no?
It’s all about economics.
And up for today are some fun
things like cutting out patterns, maybe doing a bit of sewing. Reading Birthing from Within by Pam England and
Rob Horowitz since I finished Silent
Knife. Rescheduling my phlebotomy exam because I just don’t see myself
being ready for next Thursday. Folding clothes. Yeah. Fun stuff.
Have a terrific day!
PS Sorry about the lack of pictures--I'm being told that permission is denied. Like I'm going to tell myself that I can't upload my own pictures. Get real.
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