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C-Sections Causing Women to Die in Childbirth

If you haven’t seen this new report just out, it is definitely worth a read, if you, or anyone you know is considering a Cesarean section.

If you have been reading my blog for a while now, you know that I gave birth to my first son, Ryan, via C-section.  He was a breech baby, (meaning his feet were down-not the ideal birthing position), and there are hardly any OB’s anymore that will consider attending a birth, when they know the baby is breech presentation, or hospitals that will allow them.

After trying an external cephalic version, (where the Dr. tries to turn the baby, by massaging the uterus- mother is drugged up!), that failed to turn Ryan, she recommended a C-section.

At the time, I believed that was really the only option left, so I agreed to it.  Knowing what I know now, there are SO many other options to try.  Hypnosis (which has about an 80% success rate, versus only 60% success rate of the external version), and acupuncture, just to name two other options (which are natural, drug free choices).  At the time though, we made the best decision we could with the information we had.  If you are in a similar situation, I urge you to check out other options.  Despite what even the best doctor will tell you, a C-section is MAJOR abdominal surgery with many risks.

I was happy to see this article pointing out the REAL-LIFE risks associated with C-sections.  Too many times today we hear in the media about Famous Actress, going in for a C-section, like she is going in for a haircut, and we never hear about increased risk of hemorrhaging, blood vessel blockages and infections.

It also REALLY bugs me that these articles never point out that Famous Actress has access to nurses, nannies, cooks, and household help, that the average woman does not.  It is a lot easier to recover from major surgery with an army of help at your disposal.  When it is just yourself, and your husband, trying to take care of a newborn, and stay on top of the household, it slows the recovery time down considerably, and leaves you susceptible for incision infections, leading to even more complications.

The media has made C-sections the “trendy,” and preferred way to have a baby.  Not to mention how so many doctors are afraid of being sued, so they just automatically recommend repeat C-sections, and completely disregard the VBAC (vaginal birth after Cesarean) option, which is a very safe option for the majority of women.  Of course C-sections have their place, but when women and doctors choose a C-section merely for the convenience factor, or they are “to posh to push,” they are putting themselves at a higher risk for problems, perhaps even death.

After seeing this article last night, I also saw it today in my local paper, and the bigger capital city paper that we get.  I hope small steps like this help change the perception that C-sections are safer than vaginal birth, because in general they are not.

I am also very happy to say, that I was able to have a VBAC birth with Cole.  My local hospital didn’t allow VBAC’s, so we chose another hospital about 10 miles away that did allow women to choose this option.  As my friend Amy says, “Knowledge is Power,” so please educate yourself, and do your own research into the subject if you could be facing a C-section.  All our babies need their mama’s around, and it is so sad when ANY woman dies during childbirth- but it is truly a tragedy if it could have been prevented.

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We Are All Sick Now

Thanks for all the kind comments, and just to update- Ryan was sick today, Cole seemed better but still had some very runny, messy, diapers that leaked out all over the kitchen floor (oh joy)- Ryan started puking at 5 am, and again at 4:30 pm, right AFTER I had just finally got the room cleaned up from his first round- had to wash everything and start all over again.

 Joe said he is feeling sick, and I have been sick twice now myself.  I still feel awful and feel like I am going to be sick again- it actually helps sitting up- when I lie down it is worse- what kind of ‘sick’ (pardon the pun) irony is that? I am so bone dead tired, but can’t lie down, or I feel worse-

Anyway, this does seem to only last a day, so hopefully Ryan will be feeling better tomorrow, Cole will be over it, and by tomorrow night, I’ll be over it too.  What a terrible couple of days!

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Pity Party

I just posted today about Cole being sick again, and then the day went from bad to worse!

I only got three hours of sleep last night, so I was hoping I could catch a nap today when the boys took theirs.  I put Ryan down at 1:30, and at 2, he was still up, and then Cole woke up.  No nap for this Mama today!

While Cole was sleeping he had an incredibly foul diaper, which leaked through some, so there was another mess to clean up.  He did manage to drink some water, and breastmilk and keep it down, but he was terribly fussy.  I don’t know how I managed to get all my consignment sale tags done, but I did.  (Yea for small miracles!)

I called Joe at 4:30 to ask him to bring some Jell-O home for Cole, and he said he’d be home in half an hour.  Then my dad called and said he’d be by for a short visit on his way home from work.  I was happy that my dreadfully long day was ending, and was hoping I could make a quick dinner for the boys and then rest for a little bit.

At 5, the phone rings and it is the massage therapist Joe has been working with since the car accident, wondering where he was.  S***!  He had an appointment at 4:45, and we both totally forgot, even though it was written on the calendar.  I told her I’d try calling him, and he could probably still make it.  He did end up making it, but now Ryan was wondering where Daddy was, and to top that off he said his stomach was hurting, and now Joe wouldn’t be home for another hour.

Fortunately, my dad still stopped by, but Cole & Ryan wanted nothing to do with him. I have to hand it to Grandpa- he pulled out his work cell-phone / walkie-talkie, and made it beep and the boys flocked to him like bees to honey.  I was trying to get some dinner made while my dad was here, and got it finished just as he had to go. 

By the time I freshened up a salad for my dinner, Cole was done with his rice and wanted out of his chair.  I got him cleaned up and thought I could finally sit down and try to eat.  Ryan said his stomach was feeling better so he was up and down from the table, playing with Cole.

I wrote a few weeks ago about their Drinking “Beer” game and they started playing that again.  But this time the 3.5 year-old took it a step further and threw one of the cans of Coke back into the pantry, and then I heard it- the can of Coke exploding.

Ryan looked stunned- Cole looked stunned- I looked stunned- time stood still.  I slowly made myself look at the Coke dripping down the pantry walls, the door, and over absolutely every thing and item in the pantry.  I saw my two boys covered in sticky, gooey, Coke from head to toe.  I saw Coke puddles all over the floor.  I saw Cole splashing in the Coke, making an even bigger mess.  I heard Ryan saying, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry- it was an accident,” over and over, and I heard myself starting to cry.  I heard myself asking why did this have to happen today– haven’t I had to clean up enough messes during the last 24 hours?  I heard myself saying, I just wanted to sit down for five minutes and eat, and now I have to clean up another gross mess.   

What else could I do, but start?  I rinsed the boys off in the sink.  Ryan told me it was almost night-time and I would feel better in the morning.  He kept saying he was sorry, and said he wanted to give me a hug to make me feel better.  I told him it was okay, it was an accident, but I was upset and didn’t want to hug him right now.  I told him I needed him to play with Cole in the living room, so I could clean up.

As soon as I put Cole in the living room, he started to scream.  He dashed back into the kitchen to be with me.  I put him back in the living room, and he screamed again, trying to get back in the kitchen.  I grabbed a chair and blocked the entrance to the kitchen with it- you can imagine how much Cole loved that, and what kind of screaming fest I was treated to!

I asked Ryan again, to see if he could sing a song or play with Cole, and I was crying again.  He told me he was very, very, sorry, and that just made me feel worse!  I finished filling up the mop bucket and went to Ryan.  I hugged him and told him he didn’t need to be sorry anymore, I loved him, and Mommy was just very tired.  He looked so relived and it reminded me how much power I have right now over him, and how utterly miserable he looked before I told him everything was okay.  I never want him to think that I don’t love him, but sometimes it is so hard to keep everything running and having to think about everyone else’s feelings when I am just beyond exhausted.  I am glad that I took those few seconds with him, so he knew everything was okay, and I was not mad at him. 

As soon as I was done hugging him, Joe walked in the door to our lovely situation.  He offered to clean up the mess, but I told him I’d get it, and he picked up Cole, who immediately stopped screaming.  Joe read to the boys and then took them upstairs to play, while I cleaned up.  Joe also had a talk with our oldest son, on why we don’t throw pop cans.  🙂  It took half-an-hour to clean everything up.

Later while I was cleaning up Ryan’s bedtime snack dishes, he gave me a big hug and said, “I love you Mommy.”  Then when I was putting on his pajamas he told me I was his number one girl.  I don’t know where he picked that up from, but it melted my heart.  I really do have a sweet little boy, who is very good.  This was just a very bad day for an accident to happen, but under the circumstances I am happy that I didn’t yell at him, or lose my temper. 

This is the type of day as a mother you can’t prepare for- you just find yourself in the middle of this tempest, like a hurricane, with more and more problems brewing, and gaining momentum.  You can’t predict these days, you just have to go with it, and hope in the heat of the moment when you think you have taken all you can take, and then more and more crap happens, you can get through it the best you can, without taking it out on your children.

I have to admit that I am so glad these 24 hours are over, and Cole has stopped vomiting. Even though only one can of Coke exploded, I threw away the other can, and it will be a long, long, time before pop cans make another appearance around two little boys in our house.  

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Here We Go Again

Last night, Joe *had* to go to see the pro. baseball team in our state’s game- his boss bought tickets for their entire team at work.  

No big deal- I was happy Joe got to go do something fun and get a break, even if it was work related.

He hadn’t been gone more than ten minutes, when Cole started crying.  I thought he was hungry, and I was making dinner, so I gave him a mini graham cracker to tie him over.  He also started drinking a lot of water- which I contributed to him being hot from playing outside- it was in the upper 90’s!

A few moments after he ate his snack, he threw up.  He seemed better so he ate a little bit of dinner, but then couldn’t keep it down.  Ryan saw him getting ready to up-chuck, and ran out of the kitchen saying, “Yuck, I don’t want to smell that- I’m getting out of here!”

I couldn’t blame him.  On top of that I promised Ryan I would take him to a new McDonald’s that just opened with a brand new play area.  He kept asking me, while I was cleaning up after Cole, who was crying and clinging to me, when we were going to “Mc-O-Donald’s,” as he calls it. 

Try explaining to a 3.5 year old why you can’t take him to a playground when his brother is sick.  He had every possible reason why we could go, which is good he is thinking through situations, but not really what I wanted to hear at the moment. 

He was finally resigned to not going, but an hour later, Cole seemed back to normal.  He had rosy cheeks again, was running around and playing, and seemed fine.  So I decided to risk it and take them to play.

Ryan wanted to play first and then get some ice cream, and they both had fun, and there was a smaller kid area that Cole loved.  He seemed fine.  After 45-minutes, we got some ice cream, and I didn’t really want Cole to have any, but again try telling a 15 month old he can’t have any ice cream when his brother is having some.  He seemed contented to have very small bites and he didn’t eat more than 2 tablespoons.

As we were leaving, I was holding Cole and the tray, and he started to dribble.  I was praying he wouldn’t up-chuck all over me in the restaurant.  He didn’t there, but when we got home, the second we were in the house, we were in for another round.

At this point I knew he has some type of bug.  I gave both boys a bath, and Cole seemed happy as a clam.  I told Ryan he could watch a Barney DVD, while I put Cole to sleep.  As I was lifting Cole up, round 4 started.  Of course this time it was all over the carpet as well. 

So I cleaned up Cole, and then cleaned up the carpet and finally got Cole to sleep, without nursing much.  He still nurses to sleep, but I obviously didn’t want him to do that, since he couldn’t keep anything down.  He nursed a few minutes, and did manage to keep the milk down.

He woke up at 3, hungry so I gave him a little water, and he kept that down, so I gave him a little toast, and he kept that down as well. We got back to sleep at 5, and then we were up at 7, when Ryan woke up.

Cole did fine all morning.  He wasn’t that interested in eating but he did eat some banana and little dry cereal.  I thought he was better, but at 11, he threw up everything again.  URG!

I hope this doesn’t keep up. He has never vomited this long before- he is taking a nap and seems to be keeping breastmilk down, so I know he won’t get dehydrated and maybe it will satisfy his tummy a little.  Thank goodness for nursing- I don’t know what I would be doing if he wasn’t nursing, since he can’t keep water down.

I hope this isn’t another long, drawn out virus.  Hopefully he just has a stomach bug and he’ll be better soon.  I am participating in a local kid’s item consignment sale this weekend, and have over 100 items to still finish putting tags on before tomorrow.  We’ll see if I make it.  🙂

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Getting Back in the Swing of Things

We have had a pretty low key week- on Wednesday we finished unpacking and did some laundry, and went to the grocery store to restock.

Joe had to go back to work yesterday, so the boys and I had a relaxing day at home- they played outside and got reacquainted with their toys.  After lunch, Ryan’s grandpa came and got him and took him to a ranch supply store in town that had “The World’s Biggest Horse,” visiting.  This horse is a Belgian Draft horse and is in the Guinness World Record Book as the tallest living horse- he is 6’7 1/2″ at the withers and weighs 2600 pounds!

Ryan really liked seeing him, and then he went back to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for a nap and dinner. 

I finally got out to the garden to start harvesting my tomatoes- I love growing them, and there were some that were just getting ready to pick before vacation, so I had lots that were ready- here is a picture of my “first fruits” of the season:

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I used the two bigger tomatoes last night- I sliced them, drizzled them with olive oil and garnished them with fresh basil, salt, and pepper, and then let them sit for about 20 minutes before we ate them with dinner- they are great that way.

Tonight I picked two more big ones, and we had BLT sandwiches- yum!  There isn’t anything quite like fresh picked, homegrown tomatoes.

Finally this morning, we met up with some friends at one of the kiddie pools in town for an end of summer swim play date.  All the pools in our town close on Sunday, since school is starting next week.  There was a nice turnout- about 5 mommy’s, and about 9 kids.  Ryan liked going out in the “deeper” water, which only got to 2 feet, 8 inches- he was actually doing some skills he learned in swim lessons, and he was very comfortable in the water. 

Cole liked playing the shallower end, but I got him out in the deeper end a few times, and spun him around and played with him, and he liked that once he got used to the water.

I love these last few weeks of summer- it is a nice excuse to be lazy before all the fall activities begin.