Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Restored Faith

I should be in bed, but I need to write about this.  First thing's first, the light stuff.  I think Emily may actually crawl soon, like a real crawl.  She'll be 14 months on Tuesday, she cruises furniture, pulls herself to stand, butt scoots, and tummy scoots but so far no real crawling.  But the last few days she has incorporated her knees more in her tummy scooting, and yesterday she got up, officially, on her hands and knees like eight times and rocked back and forth.  It's going to happen, I can feel it!

She is getting to be the sweetest little girl.  Not that she hasn't always been, but she just makes me smile every day.  She gives kisses on demand now.  If you say, Emmy can I have a kissie, she'll come at you like a zombie and give you a kiss.  It makes my heart want to explode!  She also usually gives me a big hug when I get her out of bed in the morning.  But then she'll steal my glasses off my face and slap at me and pinch my face.  She's my sour patch kid....first she's sweet, then she's sour.

Now for the heavy stuff...I've been thinking a lot lately about my faith, or my lack thereof the past two years.  Since losing Kayla, I felt like I was in a tailspin, suddenly everything I believed and thought I knew, didn't make sense anymore.  Why would God take my baby, but give one to someone who hurts their baby?  And the endless comments about Kayla's death and other events being part of God's plan.  Why would God give me a baby to begin with, just to take her away before I even got her?  Why would it be in God's plan for me to lose two babies, and others lose none?

It made me begin to question a lot of things....why do we pray?  Do miracles exist?  If God is going to make something happen, shouldn't He make it happen or not happen regardless of whether we pray for it or not?  Since He doesn't grant all prayers, how does He choose?  Is there any point of praying if it's going to happen or not going to happen no matter what?  Why would God choose to make this miracle happen, but not another one?  Was this person more worthy of a miracle than that one?

Once I started questioning all of that, I started questioning the entire purpose of God.  What does He do?  I was beginning to believe that God doesn't make anything happen, good or bad, it just happens.  But if that is true, then what does God do?  I wanted to talk to a minster about it, but there isn't one I feel especially close to or comfortable with.  I even had an appointment to see one, but canceled it that day, I just wasn't ready.  Though I am still curious to hear what a minster would day, I am finding now that I am becoming content again with MY beliefs.

I spoke to my dad about it.  My dad is a wise man.  I quite often agree with him, or do things the way he would do them.  We see eye to eye on a lot.  He also does not believe that God is a puppet master that says when, where, and how things will happen.  It drives me insane when people say, "I prayed to God that I would win this reality TV show and He came through for me".  Or when people forward an email and if you love God you're supposed to forward it on or else it means you don't love God.  I am certain God has a lot more to worry about than who wins a reality TV show and who is or isn't forwarding emails.

So when I asked my dad, what does God do, he said He gave us life.  He gave us free will to make decisions, and to try to live our lives the best we can.  God is like a good parent, He doesn't do things for us, or make them happen, but He gives us the tools to navigate life, and we may make mistakes, but we can hopefully learn from them.  Some people don't, but some do.  He doesn't make good things happen, or bad things.....things just happen.  Bad shit doesn't discriminate, and tragedy can happen to anyone regardless of wealth, skin color, sex, or where you live.  It does not make me feel better to think that God gave me a child, only to dangle her in front of me before snatching her back.  It doesn't make me feel better to think that she is in His arms, if He is the one that took her from me.

But to think that she is resting peacefully in His arms, and is loved by Him and protected by Him, because bad things sometimes just happen, that makes me feel at peace.  Pinterest says this is from the book of Romans 8:28, "God promises to make something good out of the storms that bring devastation to your life."  I like this.  I don't believe that God causes the storm, but He will try to bring something beautiful out of something ugly.  I will never be happy that we lost Kayla....even being head over heels in love with Emily, the daughter we simply would not have if Kayla had lived, cannot make me "ok" with not having Kayla.  But, despite how tired I am, despite how much trouble she is getting into, losing Kayla has made me a better mom to Emily.  It has made me appreciate her more than I ever could have, if I never struggled with what I have, and see the miracle of every day occurrences.

Some people may not think having a baby is a miracle.  After all, women have babies every day.  Every second a baby is born, what's so special about that?  But when you have lost babies, and when you have struggled to have a baby....there is no doubt in my mind that children are miracles.  It still drives me nuts hearing the things people say about God and their beliefs.  But I am content with my beliefs (or at least I am closer to content than I was two years ago), and that doesn't make me less of a believer or less of a Christian.  It just makes it my personal relationship with God.  And, as Mother Theresa says, it was never between you and them anyway.

   People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered.  Forgive them anyway.
            If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.  Be kind anyway.
            If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies.  Succeed anyway.
           If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you.  Be honest and sincere anyway.
            What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight.  Create anyway.
            If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous.  Be happy anyway.
            The good you do today, will often be forgotten.  Do good anyway.
         Give the best you have, and it will never be enough.  Give your best anyway.
         In the final analysis, it is between you and God.  It was never between you and them anyway.


Sunday, May 10, 2015

Mother's Day

This mother's day was a little harder than last.  We had to get up early so I didn't get the chance to sleep in and have Ryan get her up.  Though getting her up this morning was so cute.  Normally she is what wakes me up, her crying or her babbling in her crib, but this morning we had somewhere to be so we got up earlier than usual and Emily was still sleeping.  I did as much as I could to get ready and let her sleep, but then we had to wake her to give her a bottle.  She was sleeping on her side, hugging Kayla Bear and just looked so damn adorable.  We stroked her cheek a few times but she was out...finally she stirred and rolled over and looked at us like man, why are you bugging me?

So we picked up Ryan's parents and went out to breakfast.  It was nice.  Ryan and I are starting a new diet tomorrow, so today was kind of our last hurrah.  After breakfast we went back to their house, and then Ryan had to go to work so Em and I stayed and hung out for a bit.  Then I left her there for about 45 minutes so I could do a little shopping.  I had to return an outfit to Buy Buy Baby that she got for her birthday that didn't fit, so I got her another swimsuit.

She already has one new one, a traditional one piece, but I also wanted her to have a second one, and the surf shirt type so she can be protected more from the sun.  I got her a really cute pink one with a hibiscus flower on it and little bikini bottom swim diaper.  I also got her a tiny pink bag chair with an umbrella that goes in the top.  I was torn between that one, and one that matches our patio chairs perfectly....I might have to go back and get one of those too.

So then Emily and I went to the cemetery.  We went to my grandparents grave first, and left them some flowers.  There was a sweet old man there, probably at his wife's grave, who was talking to Emily and offered us water for the flowers.  He spoke that stereotypical broken English with an Italian accent, he sounded like Luigi from Mario Bros, he was so cute.  Then we went to my mom's grave.  I put out a blanket and I put Emily in her new chair.  She is so stinkin' cute in it.  I got my mom some flowers, and also a sign that says mom made out of fake flowers.  Emily had fun sitting on the ground and picking grass and dandelions, and trying to eat them.

After a while it started to sprinkle so we left and I picked up lunch on the way home.  Emily went down for a nap when we got home and I relaxed and watched TV.  A few times through out the day I would look at Emmy and just think, I love her so much I could burst.  Then tonight, between missing my mom and Kayla, and loving Em so much, I just got really emotional.  I could feel the heaviness in my chest so I went to the bathroom and cried.  My husband came in and asked what was wrong, I told him Mother's day is hard.  So he hugged me while I cried some more.

All in all it was an ok day....I just miss my mom and my grandma and Kayla so much.  My only solace comes from the fact that I know they are all together in Heaven....but why can't they be all together here?

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

rants

I can't stand made up drama.  All week they have been advertising the special episode of Jill Duggar having her baby on 19 Kids and Counting, and every commercial showed Jim Bob saying, "Jill is going in for an emergency C-section", and the whole family looked shocked and upset.

As I suspected, it was not an emergency, just a non planned one.  Big deal, people have them every day, I did.  I mean, it is a big deal when you're going through it, I cried like a baby when they started getting me ready to go to the OR, but I cannot stand when people call an unplanned C section an emergency.  Did they rush you there because you and/or the baby was in distress?  Did it have to be done NOW and was a matter of life or death?  No, so quit being dramatic.

Just like mine, labor had gone on for too long, it had been too long since her water broke and the baby was in a bad position that wasn't conducive to a vaginal birth.  Ooooh, so dramatic.

In cuter news, Emily just makes me laugh every single day.  She's in a phase now where she likes to hand me everything.  In the morning when I go in to get her, she hands me her empty bottle....if she takes her socks off, she hands them to me.  It works out well though that we have her trained to hand her stuff she finds on the floor.  So if she finds a small piece of paper that she would likely eat, all we have to say is can I have that please and she'll just hand it over.  Sometimes she'll hand it to us without even asking.

Yesterday we were watching Family Feud and this player answered really good for the fast money, so the whole audience would clap and cheer with every answer that got a lot of points, so for each one Emily would clap and cheer too.  I love this kid.

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Happy Birthday to me

 I'm 36 today, blah!  But as my brother says, you either get old, or you die so I will chose getting older.  I have a wonderful birthday, I slept in while my husband got Emily up and dressed and fed this morning.  It was nice, but of course it was one of those days where I very well could have gotten up.  Not the kind of morning where you would give anything for more sleep, but oh well.

Then we headed out to the park where we met my brother and his wife, my dad, stepmom and stepsister to have a picnic.  Ryan grilled hotdogs and we had other yummy picnic foods.  We had cake and opened presents, it was a nice time.  After that we went to the small farm they have there and walked around to see the animals.  Emily had fallen asleep during the 5 minute drive to the farm so we were going to just head home but then she woke up.  I am glad she did, she really enjoyed seeing the animals, and a cow even came right up to the fence to see her.

It was a nice birthday, and of course my little pumpkin is the best gift ever.  No walking yet but she is still cruising, and she is just the best girl to go out and about with.  So quiet and doesn't fuss while mommy shops.  My best friend and I went out to lunch and shopped yesterday with Emily and it was so nice to just have an afternoon with my friend.  She left her boys at home this time so we were able to have uninterrupted conversation.

Emmy is starting to say more words, she has no down pat pretty well, mama and dada of course, though lately she has been pointing to herself and saying mama.  She sort of says yuck, whenever I take something from her she shouldn't have, like when she is trying to chew on some shoes, I tell her it is yuck and she says yah!  She's just so much fun.  However the last couple nights have been tough since we have been busy and so far off her sleep schedule.  Thankfully this week is pretty low key so she can just stay home and get her naps on schedule.

My bike trailer is all ready to go out for rides, I took it for a spin the other day empty so I could make sure I can ride with it back there.  I took Emily out, strapped her in, but she couldn't keep her helmet on.  I cannot even get the chin strap done before she is taking it off, so we couldn't go.  I think everyday when she wakes up from nap I will put it on her for a few minutes so she can get used to wearing it.  I know she will love riding in the trailer, I just need to convince her that the helmet is not eating her head.  She hates stuff on her head.

My husband interviewed for a job which would have him working the night shift, so we decided if he gets it, we are getting a dog.  We've talked about getting one for years now, and ultimately decided to get one when Emily is 2 or 3, but I'd feel better having a dog if he will be working midnights.  We always talked about a lab, but I love German Shepherds and he likes the idea of having a guard dog, or at least a dog that would intimidate a stranger.  It's so frustrating because I lived alone for 7 years before I met Ryan and I was never scared.  I guess I am just used to him being here now.  I'm excited....we've gone back and forth on getting a dog, but since it is kind of in the plans now, I am excited.

Emily just loves animals and she loves the cats but they are not too fond of her.  So it will be nice to get her a pet that will love her back and she can grow up with.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Cruisin'

Emily can now cruise the bars of her crib.  She won't do it on her own, I have to offer something she wants at the other end, but hey I am not above bribery.  I'm extremely excited about this because I have been a bit worried about her lack of mobility.  She gets to wherever she wants to go with her butt and tummy scoot, but I was reading that babies that do this have a harder time learning to walk because their cores do not get as strong without hands and knees crawling.

It's also really hard, almost impossible for her to pull up on furniture from a sitting position, vs if she were crawling and could pull up from a kneel.  She loves to stand and she can stand without your help if she's holding on to the furniture, but that was it, she wouldn't cruise.  A couple weeks ago I got her to take several steps holding onto the couch, but it took her forever.  But between today and yesterday she has walked to the other end of the crib three or four times when I entice her to.

I'm really anxious about her not walking by her 15 month appt since her pedi wants to send her for evaluation if that is the case.  I try so hard not to do it, but it's hard not to feel like a failure if your kid is behind on things.  I blame myself for not doing more tummy time when she was younger.  Especially when her 7 month old cousin is about to crawl.  But, I am not THAT worried about it.  Like my husband's uncle said, no kid ever went to college still scooting on his butt.  She'll walk in her own time.....I just hope it is before June :)

She's started feeding herself a lot more.  I used to feed her those baby food packets either from a bowl and a spoon, or those spoons that screw on to the end.  But now she just grabs the pouch from me and sucks the food out.  I still have to help her so she doesn't squeeze the pouch when it isn't in her mouth, but man, feeding just got so much more efficient.  She can suck down a pouch of food in about a minute or two, vs the ten or fifteen it used to take to feed it to her.  She's also graduated from puffs to cheerios and we got her some of those Gerber graduates meals.  She fed herself a whole container of cheese ravioli the other day.

We try to give her some of what we're eating, but if our dinner isn't really good for little ones, too spicy or something, it's nice to have those meals on hand.  She's growing up right before my eyes.  Just in the month since she turned one she seems like such a bigger girl.  She's trying to repeat more words, she says mama and dada in the right context now for the most part, and when she has something she shouldn't, like a crumb off the floor I tell her yuck and she repeats back something kinda close.

We went to my brother's to watch the Game of Thrones premier the other night.  I knew it wasn't the best idea to take her since we left the house at 7:30 which is her bedtime, but I figured one night up late wouldn't kill us and I was hoping I could get her comfy enough with blankets and pillows and maybe she would sleep there.  Nope!  She was awake until we left just after midnight, but it was fun.  I took her over there in her jammies and slippers and told her we were going for a mini sleepover.  I'll be excited for when she can go for real sleep overs there and at the grandparents house.  I am not ready for it yet, and I don't think she is either.  I want her to be old enough that it's fun, not scary to sleep at a different house without mom and dad.

She got into the magazine pile and just tossed them all over the place.  She was surrounded by magazines.  But it serves my brother right, apparently he used to empty off the bookshelves every day when he was little.  My SIL was trying to get her to say their names but that's a mouthful so she tried getting her to say Sassa, which is what her friend's kids call her.  After several times, Emily finally pointed at her and goes Sassa?!?! of course it wasn't as clear as Sassa, but it resembled it and it was so cute.  Like she was so proud of herself that she figured out who Sassa was.

Greenfield Village opens this week, I'm so excited.  We're going to get a annual pass this year.  It pretty much pays for itself after not even two visits.  It will be great to go this summer and walk around the village, they have a really nice playground for the littles and last fall Emily loved riding the train and the carousel.  We can also go to the museum on rainy days and in the winter, and it will be free to see Santa at Christmas.  They have the best Santa, we went with my friend and her family last year, he was the nicest sweetest guy and they only let a couple families down the hall at once so it's pretty intimate, you can enjoy the visit without a whole line of noisy families behind you, and they let you take your own pictures so no expensive picture packages to buy.

Sometimes I forget all of the amazing things where we live, that other people drive a long ways for.  In addition to the museum and village you can go to some sports game anytime you want, the Tigers, Red Wings, Lions, and Pistons are all a 45 minute drive or less.  We live 15 minutes from the airport, and Greek Town and the casinos is a fun night out, not to mention all the theaters and opera house downtown.  I'm pretty bummed that the Detroit Symphony Orchestra is coming to a venue in my hometown soon but it's a 10:45 am show.  I'm just not in the mood to go to hear the symphony play in the morning.  Though our night out to the DSO for our first wedding anniversary was a disappointment.  I wore a fancy strapless cocktail dress, hoping to get to spend some of the evening drooling all over the beautiful gowns people had on; I thought it would be like the opera scene from Pretty Woman.  I was by far the only one dressed up so much.  Most of the men had on suits, some had more casual clothes, but most of the women were in just sweaters and dress pants, and I even saw some jeans.

I totally get not dressing up for the grocery store.  Clinton and Stacy from What not to wear can bite me when they judge people for not wearing a complete ensemble including coordinating jewelry and handbag to go to the grocery, but it does bum me out how lazy our society has gotten for dressing up for formal stuff.  That is one thing Emily will learn the art of, which is dressing to impress.  She can wear what she wants to school and stuff, but my kid will never be caught wearing jeans or tennis shoes to a wedding, a funeral, or church.  That irks me so much.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

I just cant....

Why do I read the comment section of articles?  Why?  Why do I do that to myself?  It literally drives me insane how stupid people can be, but yet I voluntarily read them over and over.  I must be a masochist.  I was just reading how Heathrow Airport took Alyssa Milano's breast milk because it apparently exceeded the limit of liquids she could take on the plane.  Ok, I get it, check the rules before you fly.  Yeah yeah.  But I have to say, I sympathize with her.  Pumping SUCKS, and to have that 10 oz of liquid gold taken and just tossed out is so frustrating.

Especially since I am reading that there are strips they could have tested it with to make sure it was fine.  I know rules are rules and normally I am all for it, and I really don't think celebrities should get away with things just because they're celebrities, but come on!  It's Alyssa Milano!  Little Samantha Micelli!  What are the chances Alyssa Milano is going to blow up an airplane with her breastmilk?  Seems like the TSA agent was just a little full of himself.  I mean somehow people are getting actual dangerous weapons and shit on planes all the time, but oh no, sound the alarms, there is a nursing mother with breast milk and she is not afraid to use it!

So anyway, regardless of whether she was right or wrong, the people commenting were so stupid.  It's fine if you don't know how nursing works, it would be kind of weird for a guy with no kids or a wife who didn't nurse to know all about it, but if you don't know anything about it, keep your mouth shut.  People saying she should have just whipped her boob out and fed her kid the "normal" way (Um, the kid wasn't with her, which is WHY she had to pump.  And I pumped for six months because my kid wouldn't eat "the normal way").  People saying haha, she walks through with milk but no baby, I wonder why it was taken from her.  Again, that is WHY she pumped, because her kid wasn't there and she would have gotten engorged (I think that is my second most hated word, second only to moist).

Then a woman of all people says why didn't she just wait until she could feed her kid.  When someone explained to her why women have to pump, she said oh, well I don't have sympathy for her, if mommies can't follow the rules then mommies should stay their ass at home.  Yeah sure, like that is feasible.  Damn you, you feed your child so therefore you have to stay at home.

I get it, people who don't have kids look at parents and their kids as evil little snot producers.  They seem to think all parents are on a mission to piss off everyone around them who don't have kids.  But we don't want the world handed to us because we have kids, we just want our lives to be a little bit easier, and if it doesn't affect anyone else, then who the hell cares?  One day I was searching for a movie theater that had a bring your baby matinee (whenever I see that written I always think it says bring your baby manatee.  I'm like manatee?  Do people have those as pets now?).  I found a yahoo question or something asking if there are any theaters with this, and one person responded, who the hell would want to see a movie with a baby?  Parents think they are so special because they have kids.  Uhhh, whut?  First of all, it is a matinee....the only people that go to matinees are, ahem, parents with small kids, and old people.  Or people like us who liked to save money on the movie even before we had kids.

So it's not taking up any theaters that you probably want to go see a movie at, and hello, it's a movie FOR parents and their babies.  Lights are turned up a bit, sound is turned down a bit, and parents, babies, and strollers are welcome.  This is not a regular movie that just any old Joe would go to.  It's FOR parents and their babies.  Why does this piss someone off that some theaters want to make money off stay at home parents that want to get out in the world and see a movie now and again without having to get a babysitter?  I am just baffled on how this could be offensive.

So anyway, we're planning a trip with family to Disney next year, so it will be our first flight with Emily.  Quite frankly I am terrified.  She's not on formula or breastmilk anymore, but between our regular packing and the hooplala of getting to the airport on time (not to mention the fact that my husband is a complete spazz when he flies so he will likely be more work to get on the plane than Emily) and making sure we've packed everything we'll need for Emily, worrying about getting her through security and entertained through out the flight so we don't piss off everyone around us with a cranky annoying child, I can totally see messing up something like taking something through security we're not allowed.

I was really nervous going to Vegas last year with my insulin and my syringes, so had I somehow messed up and took the wrong stuff through/wrong amount and it got taken away, I would have been pissed as hell.  I know more breast milk can be pumped unlike trying to find a pharmacy in another state to refill your prescription when it's not time to refill it.  But like I said, pumping sucks ass and you don't know how long it took her to pump 10 oz.  If that were me, that would have been about 4 days worth.

On a different subject, Em and I went to the mall today, ran a few errands but mostly to walk around.  She must have really needed to get out of the house, she was so happy at the mall, she kept looking back at me and smiling, and she'd hang over the side of her stroller and watch the floor go by.  She's saying mama a lot more, and I think it is more so in the correct context.  It melts my heart, I just love hearing her sweet little voice say mama.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Viability

I just read an article about a petition going to change the viability of an unborn baby from 24 weeks to 22 weeks.  Being that I am a mom of a baby born sleeping at 22 weeks 2 days, you would think I would be jumping in line to sign this, but I am not sure how I feel about it.  I really can't wrap my head around it.

I could still feel Kayla kicking at least 30 minutes prior to her being born.  I know she was still alive then, and since there was nothing wrong with her, just that my body couldn't keep her in where she could safely grow, I believe she was alive up until whatever moment in the birth canal her sweet little body just couldn't withstand the trauma.  So whether she passed one minute before she came out, or ten, I have no idea.  I was in labor for at least 24 hours but I do not know how long my active labor was, I don't know how long I was dilated to ten before she was born.  My water broke about 3 minutes before I started pushing, and she was born at 10:11am with no signs of life.  So I know that at least as of 9:30am, she was still alive.

So it was basically the trauma of being born that killed her.  Her sweet little 1 lb 1.6 ounce body couldn't withstand it.  Had she been born via emergency C-section, would she have made it?  I don't know.  If she was considered viable at 22 weeks 2 days would I have been a candidate for an emergency section so that she could have a fighting chance?  I don't know that either.

In the few minutes she had before I started pushing, my doctor explained that she may or may not be born alive.  I personally know, and know of many babies that were born alive at 22 weeks or even prior, so of course it was not a definite that she would be born sleeping.  But I clearly remember asking, through tears, if there was anything they could do if she was born alive, and she said no, it just wasn't possible.  I love my doctor, and I think she was an amazing doctor and person, so I have no doubt in my mind that had Kayla been born alive, she would have attempted to save her despite her not being viable.

I just cannot see her letting her suffer, or not try when there could be a chance, however slight.  However she told us there was no possibility, because I think she wanted to prepare us for the very high possibility that she would be born sleeping, which she was.  I think had Kayla defied the odds, then she would have resorted to whatever plan B would have been, but I think she didn't even want us to think plan B was possible because it wasn't very probable.

But let's say she had lived, and they were able to save her.  At what cost though?  I am not saying I would not have wanted her if she had problems, or disabilities.  She was my little girl, of course I would have wanted her no matter what.  But I guess what I am trying to say is, just because modern medicine can do some amazing things, should it?  Maybe in our case, or maybe in lots of other cases, the baby could have been saved and went on to live a perfect or almost perfect life with no repercussions of being a micro-preemie.  But what if statistically, it is better to leave viability at 24 weeks?  Isn't there a reason it was set at 24 weeks to begin with?

I hate to talk statistics because when it happens to you, stats don't mean shit.  I don't care if stats show that 95% or maybe higher won't make it at less than 24 weeks, when it was my baby I would have wanted everything humanly possible to be done.  But in the bigger picture, in the best interest of saving as many babies as possible, what if pushing that line too much actually causes the reverse to happen?  Micro-preemies need a level III if not a level IV NICU.  Not every hospital even has a NICU, let alone one to accommodate babies that fragile.  If hospitals are forced to try to save babies as young as 22 weeks, wouldn't that take up valuable resources that are already needed for babies born at 24, 25 and 26 weeks who very badly need the care, but have a better chance of pulling through than a baby born a full four weeks earlier than this baby who was born early?

That sounds cruel and I am not intending it to be.  I don't mean that any one person's baby is more important than someone else's, I am just afraid lowering the viability would cause more heartache and stress that already exists.  A lot of people that signed the petition already say their 22 week, or 23 week or 24 week preemie survived and are now a happy healthy 5 year old.  I think that's wonderful, I cannot imagine how horrible it must have been for them to go through that, but how wonderful for them that their little ones survived and are now thriving.  But how many babies born alive at that gestation do not make it, and simply cannot make it no matter what?

By changing the viability to 22 weeks, is that going to give people a lot of false hope that because their baby was viable at birth, that must mean they will survive and if not, it was the doctor's fault?  When I was pregnant with Emily, I celebrated getting past 22 weeks because that was when we lost Kayla, and I celebrated again when I reached V day at 24 weeks.  My SIL said my brother was so happy when I reached V day and he asked her, so she could come any time now and be ok?

She had to explain to him that while yes, 24 weeks is better than 23 or 22 or what have you, you certainly don't WANT your baby to be born at 24 weeks.  It wasn't a guarantee, just a chance.  For most people, the idea of their baby coming anytime before 37 weeks is terrifying, but in my mind, anything at 30 weeks and beyond was amazing.

The very fact that you hear of babies surviving when born at 21, 22, and 23 weeks is proof that there are doctors who will attempt to save them if they are born alive even though viability is currently 24 weeks.  Believe me, none of these babies born that early are just placed on their mother's chest and make it on their own.  All of these babies that survive is in part by the doctor who did something, who put them in an incubator or intubated them or took other life saving measures.  I don't think it would be going out on a limb to say NO baby born at less than 24 weeks could survive without some kind of medical intervention.

So I feel like keeping the viability at 24 weeks was kind of what my doctor did for us when she told us there was nothing that could be done.  She prepared us for the worst, and the worst happened.  Had Kayla been born alive, I believe with all my heart she would have done whatever she possibly could, I cannot imagine any doctor who has taken an oath to save lives, would just stand there and let a baby suffer because it was born at 23 weeks 5 days.

I think it is best to keep it at 24 weeks, and if born earlier and alive, doctors will likely do what they can anyway.  But by lowering it, it is going to raise people's expectations.  I see lawsuits happening when a micro-preemie cannot be saved, I see parents being put through hell as they fight to save their babies life, but then she dies anyway because there was just nothing that could be done to save them over and above whatever was already done.  I guess in short, I feel that doctors know better than I do.  It would be one thing if doctors delivered a live micro-preemie and said well, he/she is alive, but they are only 22 weeks 3 days so there is nothing I can do, and walked out of the room, but I don't think that is happening.  Of course I cannot speak for any case but my own, but like I said, since there are babies that were born prior to 24 weeks that have survived, or at least survived past birth, obviously there are doctors who are attempting to save them despite how early they were born.

But, if I heard about this two years ago, when I was laying in the hospital about to give birth, would I have been for a viability of 22 weeks?  Most definitely.  It seemed like a cruel sick joke that I was about to lose my baby because she was coming less than two weeks before viability.  But 24 weeks viability was not set by doctors because they felt like choosing an arbitrary number and are too lazy to work on babies younger than that.  It was set for a reason.  If they do succeed in lowering it, would people petition in another 20 years to change it to 20 weeks?

Before I ever got pregnant, my only exposure to child birth was what I saw on TV.  The woman was in labor for however many hours, the nurses assisted her until she was almost ready and then the doctor would walk in, say ok push push and weee, catch the baby as it popped out.  But that could not be further from the truth.  I think my doctor is pretty much the most amazing person on earth.  It only took about ten minutes of pushing, if that, but that entire time my doctor and the nurse worked very hard.  She encouraged me to push when she wanted me to, but then she would tell me to stop and take a break, she would tell the nurse, ok hold on, gently gently, ok Amy stop pushing, ok go ahead and push, keep pushing keep pushing, then she would give the nurse more direction.  Despite Kayla being so small, it wasn't as simple as pushing and out she came.

They had to be careful to get her out the most gentle and easiest way they could.  She was also breech so that added to the complications, and they were trying to be as gentle on her delicate body as they could.  I know that her first priority was to get her our safely for both me and the baby, and on the off chance that she would be born alive.  But even if in her mind, she was 100% sure she was delivering a stillborn, she still treated Kayla with the care and soft touch that she deserved.  She had done this before, she has delivered countless number of babies, and who knows how many of them were with complications or sad outcomes like mine.

Who knows what all criteria she was using to make her decisions, but it was a hell of a lot more than I knew anything about.  All I knew was, I was in a lot of pain, I was scared, I was about to go through the worst thing a parent can go through.  She was sad for me, I know she was, but she was also a professional doing her job.  She knew better than me, that Kayla would likely be stillborn.  She probably also knew that even if born alive, chances were, even with doing everything she could, Kayla would not make it.  So I feel like taking that power from doctors to do what is best for their patients, and give it to the parents who would literally sell their soul to the devil just to make sure their baby survives is sort of an insult to doctors.

I know my doctor did everything she could, and I know she would have done everything she could to save Kayla.  If you don't know what, you probably should find yourself a new doctor.  I think people should be advocates for their own health, but this might be the wrong way to do it.  Now I would definitely be in favor of routine cervix checks, even if the patient has no known reason to have an incompetent cervix.  Of course there are many other reasons a baby could be born that premature, but since my reason could be, and was preventable with Emily, it seems a better option would be to try to stop women from going into pre-term labor in the first place, rather than trying to save a micro-preemie when they do.

In the days before my mom died, her doctor was speaking with us about the next steps.  She had been diagnosed with leukemia, so to any lay person, it would seem chemo would be the next logical step.  But he explained that in her state, he could not ethically give her chemo.  Chemo is horribly hard on the human body, it is hard for people in relatively good health (aside from the cancer of course) who can walk and talk and move about on their own.  But my mom was not ambulatory, she was in a hospital bed....was she in a coma?  I honestly don't know.  It was one of the many things I never thought to ask at the time, or found out since.

I suppose as her family that loved her dearly and did not want her to die, we could have insisted they give her chemo, or maybe found a doctor who would.  But her doctor knew better than we did, he knew her body could not handle it, so he chose to let her die in peace, or give her the chance to recover from whatever was making her non-ambulatory so she could receive chemo; he refused to go the chemo route when it would just put her through torture and probably not be enough to save her.  So I kind of feel like this is similar....just because they can lower viability to 22 weeks, does it mean they should?

Despite everything I have said, I am still not sure of the answer.  I won't be signing the petition because while I am not sure that it shouldn't be lowered, I know I am not sure it should either.  Of course many things could influence my opinion....if this was a year ago, or two years ago.  If this was the days I sat there staring off into space, trying to wrap my brain around the fact that I was no longer having a baby that July, or the many months I spent crying on my way to and from work every day, the days when the pain is so raw that you feel like you cannot breathe, maybe my opinion would be different.

If I wasn't at a place of acceptance that I am today, where the pain is still there but it has just become your new reality; maybe if I was sitting here, still childless except for my angel in heaven, maybe if I wasn't so lucky to go on to have another baby who survived, I would say yes, absolutely lower it.  I feel for these parents.  I feel for them so much when they are told their child likely will not survive because they are not yet viable.  I wish nobody had to go through this, I wish all positive pregnancy tests ended happily.  But they don't, and I can't shake the fact that when I read about the petition, my gut feeling is that it should not be changed.