My kids were raised on formula, given vaccines, don't eat organic 95% of the time, and are doing just fine. I feel like in this day an age there is so much shaming that goes on with people judging others for the way they raise their kid.
Not every family can have a mom who breastfeeds. My case, I have several reasons why I don't. The first - I'm on medicine for my depression I don't want to pass through breast milk to my son. Second - I simply do not produce enough - even with Fenugreek supplements and a lactation nurse who worked with me for weeks with Faith, my babies were starving. Third - I'll be returning to work full time to a stressful job and we all know stress impacts milk availability. Fourth- it will be easier for my child in the long run to have someone other than mama help take care of him. Fifth - flat out honest here, it hurt the whole time. (I know it's not supposed to but when your baby is drinking blood and not milk you gotta wonder if your baby order was for a vampire and not a human.)
WHY can't this be OK for people? I truly don't understand the shame game. I support mamas who choose to breastfeed if that works for them. I support mamas who bottle feed because that's what works for them. WHY can't we just accept people for what they choose to do and not try to fear monger them into living your lifestyles?
The other thing that has me in a mess is people claiming vaccines kill children or give them autism. The autism one has been debunked and the guy who wrote the "research" has retracted. And EVEN IF it DID cause Autism, what's worse? A dead kid or a kid with a handicap? Children are dying because of something as simple as Measles, prevented by a vaccine if given to them. I got the whooping cough vaccine while pregnant to pass those antibodies to my son. Do I feel guilty? No, not in the slightest. I'm doing what I can to protect my kids in a way I see fit.
I get so mad over people posting things to frighten others. Let people live their best life, the best way they know how. The world doesn't need more division. I don't believe everything I read on the internet. I've learned to trust my gut. And it's done well so far.
Sunday, July 16, 2017
Friday, June 30, 2017
PICC PICC HOORAY! Or not!
On the 20th of June, I got a PICC line placed in my left arm to help me through this pregnancy. I got tired of being poked SEVERAL times a week, twenty in one week was my max, to get fluids and IV Zofran, so OB ordered my PICC line.
To say I was scared is an understatement. I knew how uncomfortable having my semi-permanent IV's were when I banged them into everything, this being in until I had my baby had me legitimately worried. I had to be in a completely sterile room, draped in a led cape so x-ray wouldn't penetrate the baby, and Conrad couldn't be with me. My arm was swabbed from my armpit to just past the bend in my arm, all the way around. There was a two minute wait period for the chlora-prep to dry, then came the 1% lidocaine needle to inject my arm to keep me from feeling too much. OUCH. Just OUCH! (My arm, 10 days later, is still bruised from that.)
The whole placing the line after the initial poke took about five minutes maybe... I didn't want to watch the process... just place it so I don't have to think about it. I have what's called a 5 french double lumen, meaning I have two ports into my arm instead of just one. ( http://www.bardaccess.com/products/ir/powerpicc ) This thing is fed into my arm, through the brachial artery (I think that's what the paperwork said) and into the vena cava in my heart.
My PICC line and I are still waiting for home healthcare to be assigned to me for fluids and medicine, and in the meantime it's trips to the L&D floor in Boise and praying for no blood clots or infection in the meantime. If I were to have one of those, it could be very bad for me very fast.
The last trip to Labor and Delivery, little dude had an amazing time dancing away from the fetal monitor and every now and again, he'd let me hear his galloping heartbeat. I'm so grateful for modern medicine that helps make this all bearable. I don't know what I'd do without it.
To say I was scared is an understatement. I knew how uncomfortable having my semi-permanent IV's were when I banged them into everything, this being in until I had my baby had me legitimately worried. I had to be in a completely sterile room, draped in a led cape so x-ray wouldn't penetrate the baby, and Conrad couldn't be with me. My arm was swabbed from my armpit to just past the bend in my arm, all the way around. There was a two minute wait period for the chlora-prep to dry, then came the 1% lidocaine needle to inject my arm to keep me from feeling too much. OUCH. Just OUCH! (My arm, 10 days later, is still bruised from that.)
The whole placing the line after the initial poke took about five minutes maybe... I didn't want to watch the process... just place it so I don't have to think about it. I have what's called a 5 french double lumen, meaning I have two ports into my arm instead of just one. ( http://www.bardaccess.com/products/ir/powerpicc ) This thing is fed into my arm, through the brachial artery (I think that's what the paperwork said) and into the vena cava in my heart.
The day it was placed.
8 days later
My PICC line and I are still waiting for home healthcare to be assigned to me for fluids and medicine, and in the meantime it's trips to the L&D floor in Boise and praying for no blood clots or infection in the meantime. If I were to have one of those, it could be very bad for me very fast.
The last trip to Labor and Delivery, little dude had an amazing time dancing away from the fetal monitor and every now and again, he'd let me hear his galloping heartbeat. I'm so grateful for modern medicine that helps make this all bearable. I don't know what I'd do without it.
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