Faith versus modern medicine

This morning Stephen ran across this article on MSNBC. For those of you that don’t follow my links, this is my synopsis of the case… Couple thought their daughter had the flu and instead of taking her to the doctor they invited people from their Bible study over to pray for her. In actuality, she had diabetes and was having a diabetic attack. And, unfortunately she died. Now they are being tried for second degree murder in her death.

My husband brought the story up as a conversation starter and something to ponder: When as Christians do we trust God or modern medicine or both? Of course this whole faith thing is what the media is clinging to in the case and making a big deal about.

In the middle of his telling of the story though, I could hardly contain myself and not interupt him because as a journalist I had done a story with nearly similar circumstances, minus the prayer part. The article I did is here, but a lot of the family’s story got cut due to space and the fact that we were really doing a story about the JDRF walk and not just about the family. So the part that is missing from the story is that the mom took her son to the doctor/ER a bunch of times in that 10 day period and he was misdiagnosed each time with the flu. It was flu season and the news reports were all about how overcrowded the ER was and how if you thought you had the flu you should stay home. She was basically told by the on-call doctors in her previous visits that there was nothing they could do for him, that she should go home and make sure he got plenty of rest and fluids.

Her mother-instinct told her something wasn’t right though so she persisted and went back to the ER again. Finally, an on-call doctor recognized the symptoms as a diabetic attack and not the flu and immediately gave him insulin. The on-call doctor said her son was just hours from death and that it was a good thing she brought him in.

So anyway, faith debate aside, if doctors who are professionally trained to treat sickness and disease have a problem misdiagnosing diabetes as the flu, why should we expect lay people to be any different? Is it so wrong that this couple decided to stay home and turn to prayer as a cure? I mean for all they know had they taken their daughter to the hospital they may have been turned away with the prescription for rest and fluids. They may have even been told they should have just stayed home because she had the flu just like the mom in my story.

Isn’t the death of their daughter enough pain? Do they really need to be charged with second degree murder too? What do you think?

Reading to Mama

Bean is so full of babble lately. She’s off in her own little world of conversation with or without you. I often find her sprawled out on the floor, book in front of her, babbling away and flipping through the pages. Or she’ll walk up and down the chair or couch where I happen to be saying “yeah” and other things I don’t quite understand. Her babbling is pretty constant. I really think it is fun and cute. Anyway, I caught her “reading” to me today on camera, enjoy!

Week Forty Four

A rant on the California AFP test

While we were on vacation for a week we got a huge stack of mail, most of it junk. Amongst it all was a letter to me from the state informing me of the test results that I already discussed here. In California, the Alfa-Fetoprotein (AFP) test is covered by the state. I was informed of this in the letter and told that further testing and genetic counseling would also be covered by the state because of my positive test results.

Like I’m sure anyone in my position, my husband and I have been doing TONS of research on the test, the possible meaning of the results, and Downs Syndrome since finding out. Oddly enough, the more research I do, the better I feel.

For example, in an initial inquiry my husband found that the official false positive rate for the test is five percent. This percentage just didn’t sit right with me, however, when it seemed that almost EVERYONE I knew either knew someone or themselves had gotten a false positive from this test. Every positive test my midwife has seen has turned out negative. There was just no way that a mere five percent could be accurate for the false positive rate. So, I started looking into it and I found that the actual number should be much, much higher. Basically, they throw out any “false positive” if the person has diabetes, hyperemesis gravidarum (like me!), miscalculations of cycle dates (like me!) and a whole host of other conditions and circumstances. If those cases were included and not thrown out, some estimates suggest that the false positive rate for the AFP test could be as high as 80 percent!

The more research I do, the more I am convinced that this test is completely bogus! Yet our state continues to pay for it (and most OBs make you feel pretty guilty if you refuse the test) and, as I found in my letter, further testing and genetic counseling upon a positive test result. Why put people through this test and all the worry associated with the results when those results are horribly inaccurate? It seems uncessary. Furthermore, why should the state pick up the bill for the test and more? This just seems ridiculous to me when we are in such a budget crisis that we are having to lay off law enforcement, teachers and other important state employees, my sister and friends amongst them. And why should my tax dollars go to paying for some “genetic counselor” to tell me or other people that a life with Downs Syndrome is horrible and no life at all and it would just be better for everyone involved if I had an abortion?

So yeah, that letter just made me plain pissed off. End of rant.

Week Forty Three

At the Minnaret Vista:

16 weeks + 3 days

Yesterday my belly finally popped out a little, but I don’t have a picture because I’ve been feeling like poop. I really hope this doesn’t give people the idea that they now have license to touch my belly. Next to morning sickness that is the part of the pregnancy that I loathe the most.

I’m normally a flat on my back sleeper, but as of last night that is no longer possible if I want to be able to breathe. So for the next 24+ weeks I have to endure the oh-so-uncomfortable side sleeping. I’m headed to Target today to get a new body pillow to make things a little better, my other one was ruined in the homebirth.

On Tuesday, I got a phone call from my OB’s office with some news. Now that I’ve had a couple days to process it I want to talk about it a little here, but first a bit of a background tangent…

Did you know that for pregnancy they count two weeks that you are not even pregnant as part of the gestational age of the baby? Well, they do. My midwife currently has a patient, Christian woman, never had sex before the wedding that got pregnant on her honeymoon and is extremely embarrassed by the fact that she has to include those extra two weeks in saying how far along she is because those two weeks were before the wedding and make it seem like she got pregnant before the wedding. I think I would be a little embarrassed too if I were in her shoes.

Why do they do this? I honestly think it is because most women have no clue about what goes on in their bodies and all they can tell you is that they bleed for a week every 28 days. So we base gestational age off of a woman’s last menstral period (LMP from here on out), rather than ovulation or conception date.

Most every calculation within the world of obstetrics and gynecology is based on this 28 day cycle and the fact that within that 28 day cycle most women are fertile and ovulate about two weeks after their LMP. The problem with using the 28 day cycle for all these calculations is that the 28 day cycle is based on an average. Some women have much longer cycles, some have shorter and within that some ovulate later in their cycle and others ovulate earlier in their cycle.

Now I’m sure you can imagine that if we are basing levels in blood work and due dates on this same 28 day cycle that it can lead to a lot of miscalculations. This is why you hear of women who were supposedly “over due” and thus induced by their OB, only to have a baby that is fairly small and developmentally not where they should be for a baby that is 40+ weeks. Or women who get an early hormone level test that is “off the charts” and are told they “must” be carrying twins only to find at a subsequent ultrasound that there is one baby in there and oh look it isn’t measuring where we think it should be measuring for how far along you are, let’s change your due date because you must be mistaken about your last period.

Despite plenty of research showing that every woman, every baby, every cycle, and every pregnancy is different the OB/GYN world insists on sticking to this average as a concrete basis for everyone.

I still think my new OB is great, don’t get me wrong, but let’s rewind back to my first encounter with him. Like most OB’s, he just couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that I knew when I ovulated and knew how far along I was based on that date. In he walked with his silly little cycle wheel trying to figure out how in the world I could only be 15 weeks pregnant with my LMP being March 15. My information did not work with the magic wheel. The fertility monitoring chart showing a very clear ovulation temperature shift with accompanying fertility signs meant nothing to him. I should have had an ultrasound in the first trimester to determine my due date if I don’t have normal cycles. I explained that I knew my ovulation date (April 6) and I was basing my due date off that.

Seriously, almost every basic online due date calculator has the option of putting in ovulation or LMP, why is it so hard for OB/GYNs to figure it out? For people that spent years in school and are supposed to be specialists in female fertility and anatomy, you’d think it wouldn’t be so hard for them to wrap their heads around, sheesh!

I mean really it isn’t that hard. If the average woman ovulates two weeks after their LMP and I know my ovulation date, then just go back two weeks from that date (March 23) and use that as my LMP if you must have a date for your calculations and magic wheel. Unless something is really wrong and there is major cause for concern an ultrasound really is not necessary people!

So anyway, the phone call from the OB. At my first appointment they drew blood for the second trimester screening panel. My doctor was calling to inform me that the blood work came back positive for Down Syndrome. However, he quickly followed that up with, “Well, since I didn’t have an early ultrasound to go off of with you that test was based on your LMP. The test is very specific to how far along you are and even if you are a week ahead or behind it will generate a false positive.” So I reiterated to him once again that I don’t have normal 28 day cycles and that the test is likely very wrong if it was in fact based on my LMP. He said that we’d know more at my big ultrasound where they could look for physical abnormalities and sure signs like heart defects. And, that if I really wanted to know for sure I could have an amniocentesis done. Sticking a giant needle in my belly and puncturing the amniotic sac just to know? Ummm no thank you.

Despite remaining calm and going through all the logical facts with my OB as to why I already knew the test was likely false, I of course broke into tears upon having to relay the information back to Stephen and then my sister who showed up two minutes after the phone call. I mean no one wants to hear or have to face the fact that something could be wrong with their baby. No one. But I’ve come to terms with it now and with the fact that even if the test is right, that we love this baby.

So that’s what I’ve been going through this week, among other things. As such, I am so looking forward to our vacation and being around people we love.

Week Forty Two

We share fruit. Except there isn’t much sharing that goes on.

 

Pretty much if I get a piece of fruit out to eat she’ll be nearby in no time whinning until I let her practically chomp the whole thing. I usually eat away the skin and the hard-to-get-to bits and she gets the rest.

And if I’m too slow in giving her a portion? This is the face I get:

Complete with loud nose breathing. This is also the same face she gives when she is frustrated about almost anything, the one I talked about last week. I’m dubbing it her stinker face from now on.

Blanket update

I figure if I keep blogging about this project, maybe I’ll keep working on it. Actually, I’m hoping to get quite a bit of time in on all my knitting projects next week when we are on our family vacation. There will be plenty of people around to entertain Bean so I don’t have to worry about her getting tangled in yarn, poking her eyes out with my needles and all the other lovely things she likes to do with my knitting projects and notions. I’ve even contemplated bringing up my sewing machine and quilt pieces, but I’m sure Stephen would have objections to us hauling all of that up there.

This Mammoth trip (it is a tri-annual thing for my husband’s family) will be quite different for us I think. First there is the Bean factor, so Stephen says fishing is out unless we have a babysitter. Then the pregnant factor which means no big hikes, not that I was much of a big hiker in the first place (I about died on the ity bity 4 mile one to Devil’s Postpile 6 years ago). So personally, I’m envisioning lots of lounging around reading and knitting with some mild excursions into the great outdoors and lots of family time of course.

Anyway, back to the blanket. I’ve got three rows finished!

The blue strips will be in the same cable pattern as the green ones. The white strips with the Celtic knot cable are probably going to be the death of me because they require cable stitch manipulation on every. single. right side. row. But I’m only making two of them so I’m halfway done with that masochism and it really does look good next to the more traditional cables. That’s about it on the blanket for now. Weekly Bean update coming later today.

Oh and again I would like to point out that this blanket is for my sister’s friend. I am not predicting the sex of my unborn child with this blanket. I am not preparing for a boy. I don’t know what we are having and actually have absolutely no inclinations one way or another this time around. We’ve decided to go ahead and do the “big” halfway point ultrasound, but we are still undecided as to whether or not we’ll find out what we are having this time around. Anyway, just wanted to clear the air there for a minute in case any of you may be confused.

Cabled Jungle Blanket

If you’ve lost count along the way, I have several projects currently in the works. There is Bean’s big girl quilt, which I am happy to say I have 8 rows of squares done on that one. There is the blue sweater with bird buttons that I was really excited about and then fizzled out when it came time to do the sleeves. Then there is the Men’s Zipped Raglan from Last Minute Knitted gifts that I started after the blue sweater fizzle.

If that isn’t enough I still have yarn purchased and picked out for two projects that I was supposed to turn into Christmas projects.

And then there is the latest thing that has caught my fancy. Latest in that I’ve just picked it up again, that is. About a month after Bean was born my sister and I headed to Michael’s to pick out some yarn for me to knit a baby blanket that she was going to give her friend that was due in January. I told her I might be a bit late on the project since I had all those Christmas presents to do. I’ll freely admit now that I got in way over my head with this project and my Christmas knitting projects just months after having a baby. It was kind of stupid.

The other day I saw the start of the blanket just sitting there in a pile up in the guest/craft room and I got a big urge to finish it. Except that for some reason when I started it, I decided that I was going to knit this entire blanket in garter stitch. Which is pretty much the most boring thing ever. So I ripped it out and decided that I needed something a little more exciting to keep me going on the thing. I came up with an idea for a cable sampler. I am going to knit the blanket in strips. Each strip will be a different color and have 1 of 3 cable patterns. Then I’ll stitch all the strips together and the blanket will be classic comfy perfection. I’ve got about 1.5 strips done so far.

As a crafter with many outlets for my creativity I’ve always wanted to do a project that combined several of the things I know how to do. Since the wrong side of a cable knit isn’t very pleasing to the eye, I decided that this blanket needed a fabric backing and that I would also bind it with some quilt binding to give it a very finished and hopefully somewhat professional look.

As I understand it, the boy’s room is jungle themed. When I went to JoAnn’s the other day I was very dissappointed in their selection of jungle print fabrics. So I went home and searched online only to find the same prints there. Grr. I figured I could just settle for one of the prints and it would work, but not be exactly what I had in mind. Somehow I completely missed this fun little print though in my last look and I was so excited to find it today:

It’s pretty much exactly what I had in mind. I am so excited about it. And just for fun here’s a crappy picture of all the materials together:

Now if I could only finish the thing. We’ll see. Hopefully I can at least get it done before his first birthday.

Saucy Chicken and Peaches

Back when I was first learning to cook at the very beginning of our marriage, I made this dish on a whim from the Pillsbury Best Chicken cookbook we had received as a wedding gift. I’m not sure what drew me to it, perhaps that it was something different. It was instant love for my husband. Me, not so much. He would beg me to make this dish all the time.

I have since tweaked it quite a bit. I use fresher ingredients and I definitely like my version a lot better. I hope you will too.

For the chicken, when we made the Caprese Chicken the other night we grilled a bunch of breasts at once and have been using them throughout the week. We seasoned them all the same with garlic powder, salt and pepper. I’ve seen pre-cooked chicken everywhere, but you could just as easily cook your own ahead of time.

Saucy Chicken and Peaches

Ingredients

-1.5 to 2 breasts of chicken, cooked and cubed (It depends on the size, how much you think you can eat or will need. We used 1.5 because I can usually only manage 1/2, but Stephen likes a whole one. Plus, we bought a package with 4 breasts for 3 meals.)
-1 large peach, sliced
-3 basil leaves, julienned
-1/2 cup white/blush wine or sherry
-1 tsp corn starch
-olive oil

Heat oil in a medium skillet and then add peach slices and chicken. Cook over medium heat, stirring occasionally until chicken pieces are heated through and peach slices are browned.

Combine corn starch and wine until smooth. Add to skillet. Cook until it becomes bubbly and thickens. Stir in basil for last minute or so of cooking.

Serve over a steaming pile of white rice. Serves 2.