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ailbheWe ate a lot today. That is to say, we ate often. Rob let me lie in, as a final lump of recovery from whatever the hell was living in my sinuses last week, and I woke well and cheerful. We had breakfast (porridge with raisins, bananas and honey) and later we had lunch (baked potatoes) and later we had second lunch at Wagamama, including dessert (they do a lovely sorbet) and for dinner we had ham and tomatoes and bread and mixed-leaf salad (we have no idea what the leaves are) and fruit. Today was all about food.
I have a pear here which I need to eat soon; it has four tiny sets of teethmarks in it, which means that someone stalked and killed it and found it wanting yesterday. The peaches are getting soft, too. And one of the bananas is ripe enough for muffin-making. And the plums need stewing. And the mango needs to be made into smoothies; I reckon mango, banana and orange juice should do it.
Also about food, we went to the community garden to water our onions. And to trim some leaves off the nasturtiums. We really ought to be watering them more often, but I feel pretty guilty about the water shortage. Rob and Linnea had a bath this evening though so later I can dip the water out and use it for our own back garden; perhaps that won't shrivel up and die.
Just before lunchtime the midwife came and had a look at my medical notes; they're as uninformative as I said they were, so she's going to try again to actually talk to my gynaecologist. She can't see anywhere an actual reason for my never attempting a vaginal delivery again. It doesn't say anywhere "because of the potential for damage to x, y or z," except that the colo-rectal guy says that no woman should attempt to vaginally deliver any baby greater than 8lb because of the risk of damage to the anal sphincter, which neither she nor I can take seriously.
She's been getting us appointments with the obstetrician to discuss things at greater length. I have a feeling we're going to have to assume a section, for planning purposes, and then if it later transpires that a planned section isn't necessary we can cancel it all.
I think I may have made it clear to the midwife that my fear of going stark raving mad this time is much, much greater than my fear of dying.
Perhaps I need to go to the obstetrician and say "Why am I being advised to have a c-section?"
And if the answer is "Because we think it's best," keep saying "Why?" until there's a reason, somewhere, in the end. Then I can decide if the reason seems, well, reasonable. Then we can all go off and have tea and biscuits.
I have a pear here which I need to eat soon; it has four tiny sets of teethmarks in it, which means that someone stalked and killed it and found it wanting yesterday. The peaches are getting soft, too. And one of the bananas is ripe enough for muffin-making. And the plums need stewing. And the mango needs to be made into smoothies; I reckon mango, banana and orange juice should do it.
Also about food, we went to the community garden to water our onions. And to trim some leaves off the nasturtiums. We really ought to be watering them more often, but I feel pretty guilty about the water shortage. Rob and Linnea had a bath this evening though so later I can dip the water out and use it for our own back garden; perhaps that won't shrivel up and die.
Just before lunchtime the midwife came and had a look at my medical notes; they're as uninformative as I said they were, so she's going to try again to actually talk to my gynaecologist. She can't see anywhere an actual reason for my never attempting a vaginal delivery again. It doesn't say anywhere "because of the potential for damage to x, y or z," except that the colo-rectal guy says that no woman should attempt to vaginally deliver any baby greater than 8lb because of the risk of damage to the anal sphincter, which neither she nor I can take seriously.
She's been getting us appointments with the obstetrician to discuss things at greater length. I have a feeling we're going to have to assume a section, for planning purposes, and then if it later transpires that a planned section isn't necessary we can cancel it all.
I think I may have made it clear to the midwife that my fear of going stark raving mad this time is much, much greater than my fear of dying.
Perhaps I need to go to the obstetrician and say "Why am I being advised to have a c-section?"
And if the answer is "Because we think it's best," keep saying "Why?" until there's a reason, somewhere, in the end. Then I can decide if the reason seems, well, reasonable. Then we can all go off and have tea and biscuits.
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Date: 2006-06-24 08:41 pm (UTC)I am very big on wanting reasons why before accepting medical treatment, and they need to be evidence based reasons, and it does often upset the medical establishment.
Good luck.
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Date: 2006-06-25 07:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-25 09:24 am (UTC)She had some damage giving birth to me (don't know details, I guess I was never that interested before, may ask next time I see her) but it was repaired fairly straightforwardly and the next three were fine.
A question about adopt_a_mom
Date: 2006-06-25 05:01 pm (UTC)Re: A question about adopt_a_mom
Date: 2006-06-25 05:11 pm (UTC)Re: A question about adopt_a_mom
Date: 2006-06-25 05:33 pm (UTC)