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Sep. 25th, 2008

Wrinkles

Breeching the Plan

I have had a lot on my mind today. This morning I finally got around to reading the accounts of the Virgina CPM who tragically lost two breech babies within a 6-wk period. It was a really sobering experience for me to read the statement from the medical board, and really expanding to read the blog from the other midwife. When I first sat down to read about it, I thought I would find an account in which the parents/hospital were to blame and/or there was nothing the midwife could have done, because I am partial to midwives, they can do no wrong, right? WRONG! This midwife made some decisions that I feel (in my limited knowledge) were questionable, and a few that I think were outright dangerous. *I fully acknowledge that I wasn't there and can't fairly judge, but the point I'm making is that I surprised myself that I was surprised that midwives could make poor decisions at all*. And then I went on to read the commentary from the other midwife, about her own surprise breech delivery, and how she transported to the hospital (which I think was absolutely the right thing to do considering her lack of experience and the volatile legal climate), and about how she doesn't want to learn to attend vaginal breeches. Interesting.

I have always planned on pursuing experience in attending breeches and twin births. I think that it's important that these skills are preserved, because I believe in most cases breech and twin deliveries can be healthy and normal, and women should not be forced to have cesareans if it is safe to deliver these babies vaginally. But I must admit that it was scary to read that blog and to think about those breeches gone wrong. Head entrapment...cord compression...death. Wow. That's a really big deal. And it's convicting too, because we constantly bad-mouth (or at least I do) OB's for not trusting birth, but...I guess sometimes you really can't? But I know in the fiber of my being that birth CAN be trusted...I think it's really about balance. It's about trusting birth, but it's also about RESPECTING it, and having the humility to accept that sometimes it doesn't result in a healthy mother and baby. I read through the comments after the author's post, and I was particularly intrigued by the one that pointed out the following: we regard it as prudent when a midwife isn't comfortable accepting responsibility for breeches, but we think it's unacceptable when an OB isn't comfortable accepting responsibility for VBAC's? It does seem like a catch-22 to me. I enthusiastically support VBAC and know that it is generally so much safer than repeat cesarean...but aren't vaginal breeches also safer (for the mom) than cesereans? I know I'm playing devil's advocate here...I'm processing...all of a sudden I'm more aware that birth politics and practice styles are sooooo much more gray than black & white.

Also on my mind today is the phone conversation I had with Steff. It was really good for my heart. She suggested that maybe I hold off on getting a (nursing) job until after the legislation session is over. The thought had occurred to me before, but there's just something about someone else suggesting something to you, ya know? It was like I was granted permission to consider this scandalous idea of not taking a hospital nursing job. My mom is going to be nervous/upset already when I finally tell her that I am going to be the "new Mary," imagine if I tell her I'm not going to get a job! She'd blow her top! I know I am an adult (as bizarre as that sounds) and have the freedom to make decisions without my mother's approval, but I keep forgetting. My whole life I have had to ask my parents' permission. So I'm still getting used to the fact that I no longer need permission from anyone to run my own life :) It would just be so great if I could make my work at the Capitol my only work. It certainly should be my only work, it's so incredibly important. But how will I buy my groceries and pay my rent? I wonder if I can get a computer job I could do from home on my own time like Steff said...maybe I could do something for The Crossing...or work at Barnes and Noble and spend all my paychecks on books I won't have time to read? :) And I could purchase my own health insurance if necessary? What a concept. It IS just so insane to think about working full time as a new lobbyist AND a new nurse and never go anywhere except the Capitol and the hospital. I think I might go totally insane. I am not the type of person who intentionally over-books herself. Ever. I know that rest is vital and I make time for it. No decisions yet regarding post-graduation employment, but I now have been affirmed that putting off employment wouldn't be crazy, and I will continue to freely explore my options...

And what a sweet end to a thought-provoking day: my baby sister just called to tell me she is going to write her first college paper about midwifery and homebirth. She said everyone has to write about a controversial topic, and she wanted to call me to make sure midwifery would qualify, because "there are no good arguments AGAINST midwifery, right Halley?" It was so incredibly precious and uplifting...my heart may be bleeding with pride.

Sep. 23rd, 2008

Birth Art

"She's a Woman-Child in a State of Grace..."

You said it, Faith.  That is a very simple but optimistic breakdown of I am feeling as of late.  A woman-child...she has big responsibilities and big dreams, but still wants her mama to tuck her in and kiss her forehead when the world is too overwhelming.  In a state of grace...a place of falling down and getting picked back up again, repeatedly, with great love and compassion from the Picker-Upper (aka God).  Reminds me of the lyrics from "The Chasing Song": Falling down ain't graceful, but I thank the Lord that falling's full of grace.  

Lately I feel like I am being forcefully shoved into my role as "Woman," all the while I am clinging to my role as "Child."  I am graduating from college on December 19, 2008 -- less than 3 months away!!!  What an exciting and absolutely terrifying thought!  And then what in the world am I going to do after that?  Should I apply for a job on 5 West at University?  That's where I'm doing my practicum right now, so it makes a lot of sense to me...I'll already have 15 shifts under my belt when I start orientation!  But then I hear about how they have such a critical shortage, and everyone who gets wind of me applying just BEGS me to work there...is it really that bad?  Or is it just burnout in the other employees?  The great part about taking a job on 5 West where they are so needy is that I could just about set my own schedule...I think three 8's and one 12 would be perfect for me...

Especially if I am going to up at the MO Capitol 3 days a week!  Crazy!  Although the weight of responsibility is weighing on my shoulders regarding stepping up to the plate in Jeff City, it is truly something I care about, something I want to devote my time to and pour my soul on.  And all of a sudden, I find that it's already happening.  I am testifying at a public hearing on October 7th regarding the Board of Healing Arts' ridiculous definition of medicine.  I have to go out and buy a suit (umm...what?!).  I am on the Big Push Yahoo group and getting a crapload of emails about a lot of stuff that is over my head.  How did this happen?  Did I decide this?  I did, right?  Well, God did.  And I trust Him.

The problem is that I feel so conflicted between being a new nurse (which will be very challenging and stressful...thrown to the wolves, seriously), and being an (almost) new lobbyist (which will also be very challenging and stressful, but at least it's something I'm passionate about!)  It's not that either of them alone is more than I can handle -- but the combination of 4 hours a week in the hospital and 3 days a week at the Capitol (and no hint of a weekend anywhere) is quite daunting.  I sort of wish I could JUST do midwifery lobbying...I could devote myself fully to it, and I could still hang out with my sister or go out with my friends once in a blue moon.  I mean, come on, who needs health insurance and a paycheck?

"Shes a wild one
With an angels face
Shes a woman-child
In a state of grace
When she was 3 years old on her daddys knee
He said you can be anything you want to be
Shes a wild one...
Runnin free."
-- Faith Hill



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