Too Much Research? Giving My Heart A Chance

My toddler screams. Loudly. It’s a new trick, and something I definitely want to discourage. I pondered over it briefly and then sat down and got to work reading my go-to experts; Nurshable, Janet Lansbury, Dr. Sears.
Too Much Research? Giving My Heart A Chance
I read a few great tricks and positive parenting methods, but nothing that jumped out at me as “this is the one my heart says to do” and I realized… why am I sitting here reading, looking for something to match my heart? Why not give my heart a chance to speak in the first place?

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Dear Relatives, Here’s Why You Can’t Give My Kid Cake

Dear well-meaning, loving, kind people who offer my daughter sweets,

I would love to give my daughter cake just as much as you would. I would love to give her cheese cake on my birthday. I would love to give her more than one tiny bite of one little Swedish fish for Valentine’s Day. I want to say yes to her, and I want to say yes to you when you offer to give her a bite of your delicious pastry.

Her first birthday cake, a rare occasion. After being awake for about 13 hours straight, she finally fell asleep on the bedroom floor.
Her first birthday cake, a rare occasion. After being awake for about 13 hours straight, she finally fell asleep on the bedroom floor.
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Vaccines again? Here’s my take on it…

I wanted to weigh in on the vaccine issue, which I know is a controversial one that has been gaining attention lately because yet another celebrity has come out as anti-vax, and because measles (which many babies are vaccinated for) is on the rise in NYC and some blame anti-vaxers.

First of all, let me just say that making the decision whether or not to vaccinate your baby can be a highly emotional one, and there is plenty of fear mongering literature on either side of this issue to scare new mommies silly. I won’t use this post to try to sway you one way or the other, but I will share my experience.

When I was pregnant with Miriam I left the vaccine decision-making to the end. I figured I would research each one as it came up. I got the flu shot while I was pregnant, because it seemed to me more likely for my baby to suffer complications from me catching the flu than from any potential vaccine reaction. That was easy because it was a game of statistics. Which is more likely to happen, flu or vaccine complication? Which is more likely to have a serious outcome? I got the shot, and was glad that I did.

When Miriam was born, we had to decide about her in-hospital vaccinations. For some reasons that I’m still not sure of, they did glucose tests repeatedly on her little heels which was excruciating for us watch.  Miriam kept almost meeting the criteria to stop receiving the tests, but falling a point or two behind the blood sugar level she needed to pass. They had recently changed the standards too, making the requirement higher and even the nurses were unsure that she should continue to receive the foot-pricks.

I did not let them take her to the nursery except to test her hearing and to do one foot prick. The nurse told me that we were not allowed to do it outside of the nursery, and that I had no choice. I asked Bodie and both the Grandpas to follow them and watch to make sure Miriam was okay. Bodie came back seething, the nurse had treated her very roughly, “juicing” her foot to get enough blood out. “They didn’t even treat her like a person” he said to me. “I wanted to punch them”.

I was very wary of the glucose tests after that point, especially since she had almost met the criteria to “pass” the test so many times. I told the nurse (another nurse, that other one thankfully switched shifts or left) about my feelings and asked her to check with the pediatrician to see if they were truly necessary. He had us do one last test, because it was required by the state for genetic testing, and fortunately Miriam passed this time.

If she hadn’t passed, I don’t think I would have let them test her again. I have discussed it with her pediatrician numerous times and I am unconvinced that it was necessary. I hear that it is necessary for macrosomic babies (which she was not) for mothers with gestational diabetes (which I did not have), and so I remain unsure that there was actually a risk of her blood sugar dropping to dangerously low levels, as the lowest it dropped was within the previous range of normal.

Her tiny little feet, care of Bellababy Photography

After this experience I was less trusting, and unsure about the hepatitis shot that they give babies in the hospital. It was the day of our discharge, and I remember my mother in law encouraging me to not get it, Bodie saying she could wait, and me sitting in the hospital bed terrified of her somehow contracting this horrible disease because I did not get her vaccinated. I narrowed it down to two options: get it in the hospital, or get it at our first doctor’s visit in a day or two.

I called my Mom (who is a doctor) crying, to ask if she thought it would be very risky for me to wait. She reassured me that it wouldn’t be that big of a deal, and Miriam would have a couple days to grow bigger and stronger (and recover from all the foot pricks).

After that one delayed vaccine, I chose to get the rest on the normal vaccine schedule. To me, the pros outweighed the cons, and the risk of getting the disease seemed to me to be much higher than the benefits. I did not find any sound medical research that vaccines cause autism, or any other terrible problems. I did see that measles, mumps, rubella, flu, all had high risks of death in infants. I saw that vaccines had a very low risk of complications, and that the amount of “bad” ingredients was so tiny, it was probably akin to eating a fast food burger. Not so great for ya, but probably not going to kill you if you do it once every few months.

So that was my decision, and every once in awhile Miri will get a fever with her vaccine, and I’ll spend an hour worrying that I made the wrong call. In the end though, I feel that it was worth it, that we did the right thing, and that we didn’t let the research work us up into a panic.

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Let Daddy Be Daddy

Bodie and our daughter
Bodie and our daughter

In the weeks after my first daughter was born my 18 year old never-before-had-a-child sister gave me a profound piece of advice that none of the parenting books mentioned. She said,

“Michelle, you know if she is crying, and he is holding her, you have to let him take care of it right? You can’t step in you know. You have to let him figure it out.”

This sounded insane to me. Let my daughter cry? It made me squirm inside. Wasn’t I, as Mom, supposed to step in when someone else was holding her and she started to cry? I pondered it over, but this tiny voice in my head, or maybe my heart, told me that my sister was right. And she was.

I began letting Bodie try to care for her when she was upset. It was new and difficult, and I found myself uneasily pacing around, slipping in a “maybe she is sleepy” here and there, trying not to encroach on his daddying-turf.

In doing so I learned that a) he is an extremely capable parent, b) that Dads have parenting instincts too, and c) I enjoyed my moments alone! They left me feeling refreshed and ready to be super mom when it was my turn again.

Sometimes, he even knows what she wants even better than I do. Sure, I have the invincible mama instinct that everyone speaks so highly of, but when he says to me “Michelle, she just needs you to stop fussing over her” he is usually right.

The take-away? Give Daddy a turn. Don’t push him, don’t overwhelm him, but let him have a turn when he wants. Don’t judge his methods, don’t smother his ways, just let him do what he does best: be daddy.

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