Some thoughts after my least relaxing vacation to date – part II

I recently posted this entry describing the least relaxing vacation/week-and-a-half I have experienced – ever, perhaps. My original bulleted list of events looked like this:

  • Friday, March 21st – a trip to the emergency room with Little G after he manages to eat a clear plastic wrapper and chokes on it; got home at 11PM, packed until 1:30AM Saturday
  • Saturday, March 22nd – got up at 3:30AM to get ready and get all of our stuff to the airport for our 6AM flight; flew from Seattle to Chicago O’Hare with a layover, then from Chicago to Pittsburgh
  • Sunday, March 23rd – Gabriel met his great-grandparents for the first time! Happy Easter to us.
  • Monday, March 24th and Tuesday, March 25th – time with the family in Cranberry Twp, PA and Beaver Falls, PA
  • Wednesday, March 26th – flew from Pittsburgh to Dallas, layover, then Dallas to Austin for my cousin Kelli’s wedding
  • Thursday, March 27th – Gabriel met eight first-cousins-once-removed (all nine years old and younger) and many of my first cousins
  • Friday, March 28th – wedding preparation stuff, rehearsal dinner
  • Saturday, March 29th – wedding! It was beautiful.
  • Sunday, March 30th – flew from Austin to San Jose, CA, lay-over, then San Jose to Seattle, arriving into the Sea-Tac airport at 9PM, and getting home by 11PM
  • Monday, March 31st – Gabriel takes a long nap in the morning, eats lunch at 10AM, and at 11AM starts vomiting. He proceeds to either vomit or dry heave around 12 or 13 times between 11AM and 8PM, when it finally stopped. Thank you to our pediatrician, Dr. Spector, for seeing him yesterday afternoon, reassuring us that this was just “the crud” and not something more serious, and also a special thanks to PediaLyte.
  • Here is an addendum:

    Tuesday, April 1st – I was home from work with Gabriel, and he was looking much better. He was able to tolerate rice cereal, bananas, and larger amounts of PediaLyte.
    Wednesday April 2nd – I returned to work, but Evan woke up sick that morning with the flu. He was at home from work that day with – let’s say an array of symptoms very convincing for flu (I won’t go into details, since he should have at least some modicum of privacy!). When I got home from work in the early evening, Gabriel had just thrown up again, and his diet regressed back to PediaLyte sips.
    Thursday, April 3rd – I woke up at 3AM with nausea, night sweats, and chills. By 8AM the severe muscle aches had set in. Evan was feeling better, but not great – but he went to work while I stayed home, recovering.
    Friday, April 4th – I wasn’t well, but needed to go to work because my sick days are limited after being out on maternity leave last year. I spent the day mostly doing work at my desk, or if I had to interact with a patient, wearing a mask and gloves with lots of hand-washing. The nausea and muscle aches were better, but I was wiped out and had only had sips of Gatorade for 36 hours. I was also on call that night. However, it wasn’t the hospital that kept me up during the night, but Gabriel’s constant coughing over the baby monitor. I must have checked on him five or six times during the night, and rocked him back to sleep once. The nausea is gone, but all three of us are still quite congested with nasty coughs.

    Now, today is finally Saturday – a weekend day, where no one expects anything from any of us. I had hoped, a week ago, to have a play date between Gabriel and one of his baby friends, but this is the wrong weekend for that. I really hope we are all back to normal by Monday. What a crazy two weeks it has been.

    I apologize – I realize this is not interesting for anyone except for me, but having lived through it, I felt it was worth documenting. I really wonder what diseases I will end up catching from Gabriel – he’s not in daycare, but he will be around other children, and will start pre-school eventually. I have a friend whose son started daycare two months ago, and he’s already given her diarrhea twice and now a bad case of hand-foot-and-mouth disease (Coxsackie virus). Not too fun!

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    My tribute to Kelli and Joe

    My cousin, Kelli, married my new cousin-in-law, Joe, in Texas last weekend, which warranted a trip down there from Evan, Little G, and me in celebration. It was a beautiful event! Kelli looked stunning in a gorgeous wedding gown. I was touched when she asked me to do a reading during the ceremony. Initially, I thought this was going to involve reading a Bible verse or a prayer, but she called me two weeks before the event and said something to the effect of: “Remember how much we always loved ’80s music? I was thinking the reading could be something about love, but with ’80s lyrics strung together – but read seriously.” I knew what she meant. When I arrived in Texas, nothing had been written, but the suggestion was made to read the Apache Prayer, which I think is very appropriate (it was read at my wedding), but I couldn’t help but feel Kelli wanted something unique. So I composed an ’80s tribute for them (remember – to be read in front of 200 people, in a serious tone):

    “My 1980′s tribute to Kelli and Joe”
    © Jodi Dodds, 2008

    Some say love – it is a river.
    Love – lifts us up where we belong.
    Love – is a battlefield.

    Kelli was just a Houston girl, living in a lonely world;
    Joe was just an East Texas boy, an artist, in search of joy.
    Now, here they are, lost in love,
    and they’re getting married, because they can’t fight this feeling any longer.
    The search is over.

    Kelli recently finished physical therapy school in Houston while Joe was working in Austin,
    And while being apart wasn’t easy on this love affair, they knew that
    Every rose has its thorn,
    and Joe was right here waiting for her.

    Kelli – When Joe sees you smile, he can face the world.
    He gets lost in your eyes.
    You’re every woman in the world to him.
    Now, here he is, the one that you love, asking for another day (or fifty years).
    I hope you cherish the thought, of always having him here by your side.

    Joe – She never thought that she could love, someone as much as she loves you. I know it’s crazy, but it’s true!
    She would stop the world and melt with you.
    She’s your venus, she’s your fire – she’s your desire.
    You are her love, her love, her love, her endless love.

    Some advice for the couple as they go forth in their marriage:

    1. When trouble comes along, you must whip it.
    2. Speak of your love often – say it loud, say it clear; you can listen as well as you hear. It’s too late when we die.
    3. You’ve gotta have faith.
    4. Enjoy your time together – right now, hey, it’s your tomorrow. Right now, come on, it’s every thing. Catch that magic moment and do it right here and now. It means everything.

    Now, let’s celebrate good times with Kelli and Joe, come on!
    They’ll have the time of their lives;
    No, they’ve never felt like this before.
    Oh, what a feeling!
    I love you both, and oh – what a nice day for a white wedding.

    Anyway – it was a hit. I think her guests really enjoyed it, and I know I enjoyed delivering it. Thanks, Kelli, for allowing me the podium on your very special day!

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    My experience at the San Jose, CA airport

    We flew into the San Jose, CA airport on March 30th, and as our American Airlines flight arrived at Terminal A, we got off of the plane, and walked around in search of information about our next flight, an Alaska Airlines segment. Unfortunately, getting out of our current area to pursue another flight required leaving the secured area, which I did not want to do because we did not want to go through security again. However, we could not find our next flight on any of the TV screens, and there was no indication that Alaska Airlines even used this airport. After wandering around, we asked a security guard, who informed us that we would have to leave the secured area for the bus stop, get on a bus to Terminal C, and then go through security again to get to our next flight.

    Let me explain what going through security means to my family. It means unpacking Evan’s laptop, unpacking our family camcorder, getting Gabriel out of his stroller, taking Gabriel’s jacket off, taking shoes off while holding a baby, getting all of his baby food out in a plastic bag, and standing in line with a baby who just wants to roll around after being cooped up. We had mentally prepared ourselves to do this once in Austin, but after being on flight nearly four hours in duration, much of which was spent taking turns walking the aisles with Gabriel to keep him quiet and distracted from shrieking, when I realized I had to go through security again, it was like a blow to my determination.

    One of the flight attendants told us that there was a lot of money allocated for improving the San Jose airport. Evan asked if there were plans to connect the terminals. She looked at us as if she was somewhat surprised by this comment. Duh.

    So just a warning to those of you out there traveling with children or who may have tight connections – the San Jose, CA airport is to be avoided. I had better success in the other San Jose airport -the one in Costa Rica.

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    Some thoughts after my least relaxing vacation to date

    Evan, Gabriel, and I just completed what was, indeed, the least relaxing vacation I have ever embarked upon. I will be brief in my summary, but it went something like this:

    • Friday, March 21st – a trip to the emergency room with Little G after he manages to eat a clear plastic wrapper and chokes on it; got home at 11PM, packed until 1:30AM Saturday
    • Saturday, March 22nd – got up at 3:30AM to get ready and get all of our stuff to the airport for our 6AM flight; flew from Seattle to Chicago O’Hare with a layover, then from Chicago to Pittsburgh
    • Sunday, March 23rd – Gabriel met his great-grandparents for the first time! Happy Easter to us.
    • Monday, March 24th and Tuesday, March 25th – time with the family in Cranberry Twp, PA and Beaver Falls, PA
    • Wednesday, March 26th – flew from Pittsburgh to Dallas, layover, then Dallas to Austin for my cousin Kelli’s wedding
    • Thursday, March 27th – Gabriel met eight first-cousins-once-removed (all nine years old and younger) and many of my first cousins
    • Friday, March 28th – wedding preparation stuff, rehearsal dinner
    • Saturday, March 29th – wedding! It was beautiful.
    • Sunday, March 30th – flew from Austin to San Jose, CA, lay-over, then San Jose to Seattle, arriving into the Sea-Tac airport at 9PM, and getting home by 11PM
    • Monday, March 31st – Gabriel takes a long nap in the morning, eats lunch at 10AM, and at 11AM starts vomiting. He proceeds to either vomit or dry heave around 12 or 13 times between 11AM and 8PM, when it finally stopped. Thank you to our pediatrician, Dr. Spector, for seeing him yesterday afternoon, reassuring us that this was just “the crud” and not something more serious, and also a special thanks to PediaLyte.

    The trip itself was a challenge with all of the traveling, but starting it with a trip to the ER and ending it with a trip to the pediatrician’s office made it that much more of a memory. Fortunately, this morning Little G is looking better – he’s chugging PediaLyte, but we’re waiting until lunchtime to try real food again.

    Little G was an incredible trooper through our trip – he hung in there, withstood six separate airplane rides within a week, and kept a pretty good attitude about it. I love my boy.

    As always, traveling has provided me with blog fodder, upon which I will elaborate in future posts:

    • The San Jose airport is awful and I will pay extra in the future not to have to fly through there.
    • American Airlines is cheap.
    • Some people will continue to lie to your face, even when you call them out. This happened to us in Dallas.
    • I got to give my tribute to Kelli and her new husband (and my new cousin-in-law), Joe, at their wedding and celebrate Kelli’s and my appreciation for ’80s music simultaneously.
    • Pittsburgh Steelers fans are pretty hard core.
    • Did you know that a baby’s soft rattle is now a threat to national security? Apparently so. Also, did you know that, even though the TSA website does not call for specific instructions for packing baby food in carry-on bags, the security agents still expect it to be treated a certain way? Apparently so on this too.
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    Leave Doctors Alone

    Okay, it’s been too long – it’s time for another post reminding everyone that, despite what the 24-hour news media and the Law & Order tv series would have you believe, doctors are good people who don’t deserve to be crucified when they cannot meet superhuman standards. Not to sound too much like Chris Crocker here (of “Leave Britney alone!” fame), but please – leave doctors alone.

    Case #1: John Ritter’s death – unfortunate and untimely, yes, but is the right response really to have gone after a radiologist and a cardiologist? Ritter’s widow, Amy Yasbeck, went after these two physicians and wanted $61 MILLION in damages. The jury disagreed and did not find the physicians negligent – but only after the hospital had settled with Yasbeck for over $10 million. Apparently, the story goes something like this: John Ritter had a random full-body scan several years ago (I’m so against randomly ordering tests screening for nothing in particular for no reason, unless a good randomized blinded controlled trial shows a meaningful benefit to patients – ie, the colonoscopy), and evidence of coronary disease showed up. The radiologist told Ritter to follow-up with a primary care physician for management, and he never did. Then, he presented to the ER the night he died with chest pain, and apparently was being managed the way one would manage a myocardial infarction rather than going immediately to surgery for an aortic dissection. Yasbeck’s attorney argued that Ritter would be standing here today, making us laugh, if the proper diagnosis had been made and he had gone to surgery. I find this slightly ridiculous – if it was a severe enough dissection to have killed him so quickly, there is not a guarantee he would have survived surgery. Maybe he would have. Who knows. I think it is unlikely the physicians were grossly negligent though – chest pain is a very common presenting ER complaint, and one does the best he or she can to properly diagnose and treat the cause. Sometimes we give antacids and if it goes away, we assume that it was severe reflux. We don’t sent every single patient with chest pain through a cardiac catheterization or inject IV contrast for a CT of the chest and abdomen to evaluate for an aortic dissection. In following this case, my response has been: thank goodness I’m not practicing in Southern California and having to regularly treat wealthy celebrities. I have always driven myself to provide the best patient care I am capable of providing, but the constant fear of being sued leads to excessive diagnostic testing. I am relieved that the jury believed that physicians are typically decent HUMANS (not superhumans) trying to do the right thing with the knowledge they have spent many years acquiring. 

    Case #2: Again, in Southern California, a transplant surgeon is ordered to trial for a patient’s death. He is accused of hastening the death of a patient in order to recover his organs for donation. The story on this case goes something like this: the patient was in a coma with a terminal disease and was going to die, but in order to be an organ donor, one must be declared brain dead. There are a large number of patients who will die a cardiac death prior to achieving brain death, and for a long time they have never been eligible for organ donation because they did not meet brain death criteria. Therefore, hospitals are starting to pursue options for “donation after cardiac death.” From what I know about this, it involves having the surgeon and operating staff ready in the operating room, and as soon as the patient has a cardiac death (cardiac arrest), the patient becomes an organ donor as soon as possible. One of the claims in this case is that the surgeon did not have experience with donation after cardiac death. My response is – most surgeons probably don’t. It’s new. It’s not traditional. That doesn’t make it wrong. Every transplant surgeon has to have his first time, and many times it will be unsupervised. This doctor has recovered hundreds of organs on patients who have not had cardiac death – is the anatomy suddenly going to change because the person has had a cardiac arrest? I would not think so. Is a 60 year old transplant surgeon who has been practicing independently for 20 years going to be told he or she has to go back through fellowship to learn to do this procedure under supervision before performing it independently? Likely not.

    Here is the second reason this case is ridiculous – the transplant surgeon has nothing to do with the care of the patient prior to the patient becoming an organ donor. There is no clear consensus on what actually happened. There is the argument that the patient received morphine and ativan prior to cardiac death. Most terminally ill patients who are expected to die soon receive these drugs – there are entire order sets called “Comfort Care Orders” that are completed when the decision is made by the patient’s family to be on “Comfort Care,” usually meaning the goal of care is comfort only – no heroic efforts to preserve life, only to preserve comfort. I don’t find the administration of morphine or ativan to a dying patient unusual at all, regardless of whether he was to become an organ donor. I also find it sad that, given the shortage of surgeons in this country, one of them is having to fight these charges in order to continue practicing medicine, to keep his medical license, and to stay out of jail.

    Let’s run through this one more time. In order to become a physician:

    1.  First there are four years of college – and not “hanging out at the bars on the weekends” years, but studying, preparing for the MCAT (Medical College Admissions Test) years.

    2. Then, there are four years of medical school, which are tough – my first year, after being in class all day during the first two years, I studied a MINIMUM of three hours a night after coming home from a full day. Exam periods were worse. I had friends who studied much more, if you can imagine. Then, at the end of the second year comes the USMLE Step 1 (U.S. Medical Licensing Exam), which is hard and expensive. But don’t worry – it’s not hard to pay for when you’re collecting tens-of-thousands-of-dollars of debt annually. The third and fourth year, you’re working like crazy in on-the-job training while caring for patients, and you’re doing this while continuing to accumulate debt because you’re not being paid. During the fourth year comes USMLE 2, which is hard and expensive, and the USMLE Clinical Skills exam, which is even more expensive. That’s okay – more loans to cover that.

    3. So then comes residency – where a doctor is finally paid what society thinks he is worth, ~$42,000/year for working 60 hours/week in a good week, and 80 hours/week in a bad one. Thirty hour-long shifts every fourth day are common. Don’t forget USMLE Step 3, which is long and expensive. For three to four years this goes on for most medical specialties, but for surgeons it can be much longer – this transplant surgeon endured a minimum of five years of surgery residency followed by two years of transplant fellowship, just to have the privilege of caring for patients independently.

    4. Finally, in your thirties, assuming you have gone straight through without stopping, you are ready to pay back loans and start earning a living, although surgeons then have to worry about high malpractice insurance premiums.

    I apologize if I’m sounding whiny (for the record, I’m not a surgeon, a cardiologist, or a radiologist), but I really wish people would give doctors a break sometimes. What they do is intense, and the wrong decision can come at the cost of a person’s life – believe me, doctors are aware of the trust their patients have given them, and it means a lot. They value this and often sacrifice self-care for patient care as a result. They don’t expect thank you notes in return, but I can imagine it is very demoralizing to be sued for malpractice over the results of a full-body scan on a seemingly healthy young patient (one study out of dozens that radiologist looked at that day, most likely), or to have felony charged pressed against a transplant surgeon for possibly hastening the death of a patient with whom the doctor had very little interaction, if any.

     What is more harmful than anything this doctor likely did is the negative press spotlight on organ donation – how many potential donors may decide not to be donors anymore because of what they perceive happened in this California hospital?

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    Dreams of Traveling Deferred

    I wonder if I will ever be able to afford to travel through Europe again:

    1 Euro = 1.575 US Dollars
    1 British Pound = 2.00 US Dollars
    (courtesy of the Universal Currency Calculator)

    Tack on top of the exchange rate that hotel rooms are super expensive in the major cities anyway even with a good exchange rate, and it appears I would be bankrupting myself with mere dreams of returning to Paris or Amsterdam. A hyperbole, of course, but my point stands. It scares me that so many foreign business people are purchasing for sale and foreclosed properties over here – we have gone from a Superpower to the land of bargains for overseas investors.

    At least we’re even again with the Canadian dollar – one of those is equal to 1.004 US dollars today.

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    France loses its last World War I veteran

    I saw this article early this morning, announcing that the last living World War I veteran in France, Lazare Ponticelli, had died at the age of 110. He was born in 1897 in Italy and emigrated at the age of nine, volunteering to serve for France when he was 16 (and, like the last American surviving WWI veteran, having to lie about his age to enlist). I thought of my great-grandfather, whom I remember quite vividly as he did not pass away until I was 15. He was born one year later than Ponticelli, in 1898. How is it possible that he would be turning 110 this summer if he was living?

    From two million American men who served in WWI, there is now only one – Frank Buckles, who was 107 years old this past Veterans Day. Only one! Before we know it, this will be the case with World War II veterans. I am so grateful for people like Ken Burns, whose documentary The War beautifully captures the essence that was World War II (written by someone who actually cannot fathom what it was like to be involved in that war, but the closest I have come to feeling like I understand it was from viewing his documentary).

    It is sad that many of the stories, if not captured in the near upcoming years, of the second World War may die along with those who experienced them. The reason to study history is supposedly to learn from it and avoid making the same mistakes again in the future. Of course, there are millions of people alive who remember the Vietnam era well, and this has not prevented us from repeating some of those mistakes.

    Rest in peace, Lazare Ponticelli, and thank you for protecting freedom (it doesn’t always have to be American freedom for which people are fighting to be worth honoring the soldier). He stated at one point that his enlistment was his way of thanking France for being the country that fed him after he left Italy – what amazing gratitude.

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    Revisiting Pampers diapers

    After becoming a new mother, I posted an entry on this blog providing unsolicited advice to first-time parents, covering topics from breastfeeding to diapers. I had mentioned my enthusiasm for Pampers Swaddlers in that entry, and shortly after writing about this, a member of the marketing team for Pampers contacted me, asking for further feedback on their products. She sent me a package of Pampers Cruisers and Pampers Unscented Natural Aloe Wipes to use in order to write an adequate review for my blog.

    I wanted to wait until Gabriel was mobile enough to adequately test the Cruisers, as these are diapers designed for “newly active to walking babies.” Gabriel is not walking, but is vigorously rolling across the room, swiveling his hips to redirect his movement, and is, indeed, quite active. At eight months of age now, and with this vigorous activity, it seemed a good time to test the Cruisers.

    I’ll start with the Aloe Wipes, because this part of my review is pretty straight-forward. After using several brands of baby wipes, I have never noticed a particular difference between them. They all clean up poop nicely, and none seem particularly irritating to Gabriel’s skin. He has a diaper rash at the moment, which I think is due to moving to a more formula-heavy and breastmilk-reduced diet in addition to a lot of new solids over the past few months, and any wipes are going to sting. Wet wash rags are the kindest thing for this during diaper changes, along with air-drying, A&D ointment, and either Vasoline or Aquaphor prior to going to bed.

    Now, onto diapers. I, personally, prefer the Pampers to Huggies, which we had been purchasing because they can be obtained at Costco in bulk at a lower price. We used Pampers Swaddlers almost exclusively when Gabriel with a newborn, but as he grew we switched over to the Huggies because of the price difference. It has been interesting returning to Pampers because they are so different from what I had grown used to. I like that Pampers do not leak. Occasionally if Gabriel has a very large poopy explosion, some of it will escape up through the top of the Huggies diaper. He did have at least one large poopy diaper in the Pampers Cruisers diapers, and it retained the material nicely. :-) They also fit very well – the fasteners are more flexible, and the waist section stretches more to conform to the shape of his abdomen snuggly without being tight. I can also easily tell if he is wet just by feeling the front of the diaper through his pants, as the diaper puffs out quite a bit when it becomes wet. I can’t always tell with the Huggies if he is truly wet or not, and then have to endure the hassle of finding a changing table and checking, only to find that his diaper does not need changing.

    I asked Evan for his opinion on the Cruisers vs. Huggies, and he also preferred the Cruisers for the reasons above, but also because he likes the Sesame Street characters featured on the Pampers diapers as opposed to the Disney characters on the Huggies (of course, not a reason to spend extra on a diaper, but Gabriel enjoys his Sesame Street CD and Cookie Monster doll).

    Then, I asked our nanny which diaper she preferred, and she actually liked the Huggies diaper more. She asserts that the Pampers diaper evenly distributes moisture throughout the diaper instead of containing it in one area, while the Huggies diaper seems to absorb moisture locally without distributing it. I had not noticed this initially, but it did seem to be true on further diaper changes.

    Maybe some day I will be brave enough to attempt the cloth diapers. I know they are better for the environment, although given how much laundry we run now and after seeing our water bill for the last month, I’m not sure that would be a great option either. Maybe if I could wash them in a pure, microbe-free stream running behind my house, although that would still be putting waste into the environment. I’m not sure there is an ideal, earth-friendly solution to keeping babies diapered.

    My advice for brand new parents remains the same – when bringing a new baby home from the hospital, the Pampers Swaddlers are the way to go. They are worth the extra expense because they fit so snuggly and they don’t leak. Now that Gabriel is older, the difference between the two brands is not as noticeable to me, and we will likely continue to purchase the Huggies diapers at Costco, given all of the other expenses that babies bring. If Pampers were to start selling diapers in bulk at Costco, we would probably make the switch.

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    Thoughts on breastfeeding at 2:30AM

    I have been very fortunate in that I have been able to successfully breastfeed Gabriel for the past seven months. During the first three days of his life, I wondered if it would ever work, and told those around me that learning to breastfeed was the most difficult, most frustrating thing I have ever done. He did not latch at first, and I was exhausted and without much patience. Once milk arrived around day three, then it got easy.

    It has been such a wonderful way to nourish my son. He has consistently been either in the 90th percentile for height/weight/head circumference or between the 75th and 90th as an exclusively breastfed baby. His neurological development has been astonishing. Of course, the act of feeding him brings us physically close to one another multiple times per day (and before, per night), and has given me many opportunities to cradle this new little person in my arms in an ongoing hug.

    I returned to work last October when he was eleven weeks old and began the much less satisfying – but well worthwhile – experiencing of pumping three times daily. He was still eating every three hours at home, so I continued to pump during his feeding times. This worked well in October (on some days it was stressful, but I made it happen), November and December (elective months with flexible schedules). In January, several things happened – I became the chief neurology resident at UW Medical Center and was running around constantly during the day, and while there was a lactation room in the hospital, it was a good walk from where I spent most of my time. I suddenly had days where I would desperately sneak away to pump five hours from my last pumping session, only to be paged overhead emergently to a patient’s room where an acute stroke was occurring or a patient was in the process of seizing. The next day I would try to compensate by sneaking away more than usual, but the less frequent pumping, combined with passing that six month mark, resulted in the start of a dwindling milk supply problem. However, it was the last week of January that started to kill it – I was on call every other night, alternating with another resident on my team because our third resident went on vacation, and the days when I was not on call were nearly as stressful.

    In December I had gastroenteritis, and with the dehydration came a near loss of milk – I thought, “Well, this is it – I’m done breastfeeding.” Gabriel would eat 4-5 ounces in a feeding, and I would only be able to pump 1/2 to 1 ounce every few hours. I really thought it was over, and 120 ounces of milk in the freezer got consumed quickly. Then, about a week later, I woke up at the hospital one morning and was able to pump nine ounces in one sitting. It was back! Breastfeeding would continue.

    I think about that experience in December now, as my supply is once again dwindling. After gastroenteritis in December I vigorously built another large freezer stash of emergency milk. Each day this week, give or take, I have had to supplement Gabriel with a bag from the freezer, which is only sustainable for a finite period of time. I am concerned that he may end up on formula, which objectively would not be awful, given that he is now seven months old, and many babies grow up to be healthy, intelligent human beings having never been breastfed. My goal had originally been six months, so if anything I should be proud of myself for sticking with it – but for some reason, I am frustrated and disappointed. I know if I were a stay-at-home mom I probably would not have this problem, and that it arises from my job. I have told that I just have to make pumping a top priority during the day. What happens when you do, but your milk supply is decreased anyway? Then, you find yourself getting up at 2AM just to pump, but unable to get anything.

    I can count the number of formula bottles on two hands that Gabriel has had in his first seven months – about three during his first three days of life before my milk arrived, several bottles of Alimentum when I was on an antibiotic when he was a month old and he had some mucousy stools, and one at Christmas when I had to take my grandmother to an ER while I was in Texas and had no pumped milk with me (and didn’t want to take Gabriel to a hospital for obvious reasons). Evan tried to feed Gabriel with formula while I was gone, and Little G screamed for almost two hours until I came home to feed him. When I experienced that episode, I decided to breastfeed for one year, and then transition him directly to regular cow’s milk (babies cannot have cow’s milk earlier than one year of age, according to the AAP).

    It has definitely been worth bringing the Medela pump back and forth to work each day, and sneaking away even when time doesn’t permit in order to pump, in order to continue breastfeeding after going back to work. I have watched my son grow from a newborn infant into a healthy, very active, and starting-to-get-into-everything little boy. Pumping at work and knowing he is getting my milk during the days has been my connection to him when I am away from him, and it has permitted me to enjoy those quiet moments in the mornings and evenings when I can feed him in person. It makes me sad to think that our time breastfeeding may be limited, but I’ll appreciate each day where it can be sustained and hope that another one follows. In any case, I know that the important portion of my time with him is yet to come over many years.

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    My first caucus!

    It was not only my first caucus, but Evan’s and Gabriel’s as well. See Evan’s blog post on this topic for full details of the numbers from our precinct – let’s just say the turnout was HUGE. There were more people packed into Washington Middle School yesterday for the Democratic caucus than there are on a typical school day. Our particular precinct was to hold its caucus in a normal-sized classroom as about 30-50 people were expected. The room was packed – shoulder-to-shoulder people stood. Evan tells me 173 people from our caucus showed up – that’s a lot of people standing in a classroom (and spreading to the hallway). Here is a picture of G and I at our first caucus:

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    I agonized for weeks over the decision as to who I would support. Initially I, like many residents of Washington state, did not think our caucus would matter that much because it fell after Super Tuesday, but about one week prior to Super Tuesday I had a feeling we would have a say. Anyone who has had to work with me has endured my annoying vocalized contemplations over who my candidate would be – but in the end, I am very pleased with both Clinton and Obama, and I think we could have worse problems than two inspiring, intelligent people battling to run the country.

    Hillary Clinton visited Seattle on Thursday, and I thought, “It’s too bad her visit is during the work week because I can’t go.” On Friday, Barack Obama visited, and as I drove to work, I thought, “I absolutely have to find a way to attend this rally because I’m dying to hear him speak.” I realized my decision had been made – it took a lot of effort and motivation to get to Key Arena to hear him speak, and it was worth it. I was happy to caucus for him yesterday, but since Gabriel attended as well, and since he had not yet had his afternoon nap, we signed in for Obama, stuck around for about ten minutes, and returned home. Evan was our precinct officer, so he had the pleasure of leading the caucus, and did an excellent job!

    It will be interesting to watch the Democratic race unfold over the next few months – I say “months” because I really think this one could be decided at the convention. I hope it isn’t, though – there will be a lot of disappointed Democrats if they hope until August, and then lose -there may not be enough time for healing before November if that happens. But we’ll see. I’m excited that what could be the turning point in the election did not occur in New Hampshire, or in South Carolina or on Super Tuesday – but this past weekend, when Washington, Nebraska, Louisiana, and Maine all decisively went for Obama.

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