Epidurals, Vaccums, and IVs, Oh My! - 33 Weeks
At birth class last night we learned all kinds of fun stuff - most of which I want nothing to do with. Did you know that for internal monitering of the baby during labor they use what can only be described as a cork-screw that they literally screw into the baby's scalp. Wow. No wonder they all come out crying. One minute you're floating around, all warm and cozy. The next minute some one's screwing a wire into your head - or worse. Poor little guys. I've also decided that I'm strongly opposed to getting an epidural at this point (still leaving the option open though, you never know). Nothing about that whole business sounds like a good time. I'd rather deal with a contraction than things like needles being inserted into my spine.
I don't really understand why, in 2005, a normal birth is still treated like a medical condition. Sure if there are complications, it's great to know that we have all this wonderful technology, believe me I wouldn't have wanted to give birth 100 years ago. But why, if I'm fully capable of eating ice chips or whatever, is it standard practice to have an IV? Thank goodness for birth plans.
Okay, enough with the soapbox. The class is pretty informative, and the nurse who teaches it is just wonderful. The women in the class are due both before and after me, so I'm really envious of the two due on May 3rd and 5th. I was hoping in signing up for the class that we'd meet another couple - since everyone moved out of pullman last spring (and by everyone, I mean Sara and Cameron). But it doesn't look like that will be the case. It's not that we're very interesting, believe me, look I'm posting on 9:30 on a Friday night, it's just that the rest of the people in the class are just that boring.
In baby news, we finally got the crib put together, and it looks great, things are slowly coming together. Right now Peanut seems to have slowed down with the monster kicks, he gets the hiccups a lot, which do tend to get annoying when I'm sitting in class. Sometimes there'll be this lump sticking out of my stomach, it must be a foot, or a knee? It's hard to tell, but it's strange to press down and actually feel him push back. Then there's his new trick of wedging some limb under my ribcage, and he's pretty strong so it kind of hurts. I can't really blame him though, I have a hard time getting comfortable these days too.
I don't really understand why, in 2005, a normal birth is still treated like a medical condition. Sure if there are complications, it's great to know that we have all this wonderful technology, believe me I wouldn't have wanted to give birth 100 years ago. But why, if I'm fully capable of eating ice chips or whatever, is it standard practice to have an IV? Thank goodness for birth plans.
Okay, enough with the soapbox. The class is pretty informative, and the nurse who teaches it is just wonderful. The women in the class are due both before and after me, so I'm really envious of the two due on May 3rd and 5th. I was hoping in signing up for the class that we'd meet another couple - since everyone moved out of pullman last spring (and by everyone, I mean Sara and Cameron). But it doesn't look like that will be the case. It's not that we're very interesting, believe me, look I'm posting on 9:30 on a Friday night, it's just that the rest of the people in the class are just that boring.
In baby news, we finally got the crib put together, and it looks great, things are slowly coming together. Right now Peanut seems to have slowed down with the monster kicks, he gets the hiccups a lot, which do tend to get annoying when I'm sitting in class. Sometimes there'll be this lump sticking out of my stomach, it must be a foot, or a knee? It's hard to tell, but it's strange to press down and actually feel him push back. Then there's his new trick of wedging some limb under my ribcage, and he's pretty strong so it kind of hurts. I can't really blame him though, I have a hard time getting comfortable these days too.
posted by Kate at 9:31 PM
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