Just in case we thought the second anniversary of Hurricane Katrina was a good time to exhale. Just in case we thought it would be ok to move on, maybe forget a little bit.
I wanted to share this.
And profound anger that pregnant mothers and children are not valued in this country. That only the well-to-do are looked after. I am pretty sick and tired of the "pro-life/pro-family" culture that is nothing more than a big box of propaganda. I wish the President (and apparently Congress) cared about children's health.**
I wish...things were different. More times a day than you probably know.
**From Moms Rising
THE SCOOP ON SCHIP: This federal health care program (one of our favorites!) helps families afford health coverage for their children (and this help is critically important because right now 1 in 9 children are without health care coverage at all!). Here's how it works--it gives funds to the 50 States, who then use the money to create health care coverage programs for kids. Families that don't meet the low-income standards for Medicaid coverage, but still don't make enough to purchase private insurance, can apply for their children to be covered by the state-run plans.
What makes this program so powerful is that it allows states to decide what level of assistance makes sense for their populations--taking into account the state economy, local cost of living, and the total number of uninsured children in their state.
1-YEAR WAIT FOR THE DOCTOR: Sadly, the just released rules undermine a state's ability to administer their program in the best way -- helping the most kids get much needed health coverage. These problematic changes include the following:
* Requiring a 1-year waiting period--with no insurance at all--for some children before they can be covered;
* Pushing states to only cover children whose families are at 250% of the federal poverty level, regardless of the cost of living in that state;
* Tying children's health coverage to private insurance enrollment rates: if private insurance enrollment is down in a state (for any reason), then the federal government won't cover more kids. This just plain doesn't make sense-particularly because private insurance enrollment is often tied to a job so there could be a scenario where unemployment would go up, but help for kids' health care would go down!
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Brother's Birth
I was round. A not so compact little heartthrob was bundled in my abdomen and in my heart. Oh, I had a love affair with that little baby inside of me. I used to pull my maternity shirts tight against my tummy and watch him roll like the waves in the ocean. I had gone through this pregnancy quite alone and was just waiting for him to be born. To have someone to hold and love.
I remember when the doctor told me he wanted to induce. It was a Friday. He said, "How does Monday sound?" Monday? That soon? MONDAY! I was thrilled to death. My baby was going to be born.
I went in that Monday night, late. My mother came with me. She had every intention of spending the night at home, but when they hooked me up to the monitors, I was having contractions. "Can you feel that?" the nurse asked.
"Nope," I said with a grin. My mother spent the night on the tiny couch at the foot of my bed.
Then came the torturous IV. They had a novice trying to find her way into my veins and I got stuck 11 times before someone who knew what they were doing came in and relieved us both of our suffering. They finally left for me to get some rest, but made me lay flat on my back with the mountain of baby on top of me. I thought in my head about how you weren't supposed to lay flat on your back, something about veins being compressed and all. But I was sure these labor and delivery nurses knew more than a 20-year-old kid. I wanted to point and say "Ha!" when the nurses came in a little while later and told me to roll over because the baby was happier when I was on my left side. I knew that.
When morning came, the first time I was checked I had already achieved 4 centimeters. "You can have an epidural now if you want," said the large black nurse. Already? I hadn't even felt any contractions yet. But I was no fool. I got the epidural. My father briefly stopped in before work while I was resting. They told him it would still be hours before I was 10 centimeters so he could go on to work, which was only 20 minutes away. We would call him when it was closer to time. Right as he left, the nurse came in to check me again. Lo and behold, I was at 10 centimeters and ready to push! My mother ran out of the room to call my father's office. He hadn't made it there yet. When he got to the door of the office, his assistant turned him right around to come back. Brother was being born!
Flurry of activity. Scrubs. Shiny metal and white cloth. I pushed only twice and my quiet and soft spoke doctor said, "Good." Equal amounts of pride and shock rang through me; it was happening so fast. I heard him suctioning out Brother's mouth. One more gentle push and he was out. I laughed.
My first view was a little purple behind. My first question: "Does he have hair?" "Quite a bit of hair," said the nurse. My second question: "Does he have my ears?" My mother beams at me and simply says, "Yes." I am handed a swaddled little caterpillar, a cocooned bundle with long purple fingers and a swollen little face. He watches me with attentive eyes as I coo at him. He sucks his fingers and I remark about how we are both starving. I wish I had known to nurse him immediately. But I didn't. No one had told me and my own mother didn't nurse me, so she had no idea. So, he had to wait until later in our room with two different nurses trying to position him on my breast.
Now I look at this striking child with the long gangly legs and arms, who has lost two of the teeth I had watched sprout so many years back. His dark brown hair, so like my mother's. Rich chocolate eyes. He is growing up so fast and in so many ways, I feel like I am missing it. He is so big now, but still so small. Six years is not too long to be on this planet. There are so many mornings to be woken and so many more breaths to take. Six years is only long enough to learn to tie one's shoes and write one's name, maybe. There are so many things waiting for him still. I hope he learns to stay young as long as he can. Even though to me, he will always be that little bundle, snuggled into me and making me a mother for the very first time.
I remember when the doctor told me he wanted to induce. It was a Friday. He said, "How does Monday sound?" Monday? That soon? MONDAY! I was thrilled to death. My baby was going to be born.
I went in that Monday night, late. My mother came with me. She had every intention of spending the night at home, but when they hooked me up to the monitors, I was having contractions. "Can you feel that?" the nurse asked.
"Nope," I said with a grin. My mother spent the night on the tiny couch at the foot of my bed.
Then came the torturous IV. They had a novice trying to find her way into my veins and I got stuck 11 times before someone who knew what they were doing came in and relieved us both of our suffering. They finally left for me to get some rest, but made me lay flat on my back with the mountain of baby on top of me. I thought in my head about how you weren't supposed to lay flat on your back, something about veins being compressed and all. But I was sure these labor and delivery nurses knew more than a 20-year-old kid. I wanted to point and say "Ha!" when the nurses came in a little while later and told me to roll over because the baby was happier when I was on my left side. I knew that.
When morning came, the first time I was checked I had already achieved 4 centimeters. "You can have an epidural now if you want," said the large black nurse. Already? I hadn't even felt any contractions yet. But I was no fool. I got the epidural. My father briefly stopped in before work while I was resting. They told him it would still be hours before I was 10 centimeters so he could go on to work, which was only 20 minutes away. We would call him when it was closer to time. Right as he left, the nurse came in to check me again. Lo and behold, I was at 10 centimeters and ready to push! My mother ran out of the room to call my father's office. He hadn't made it there yet. When he got to the door of the office, his assistant turned him right around to come back. Brother was being born!
Flurry of activity. Scrubs. Shiny metal and white cloth. I pushed only twice and my quiet and soft spoke doctor said, "Good." Equal amounts of pride and shock rang through me; it was happening so fast. I heard him suctioning out Brother's mouth. One more gentle push and he was out. I laughed.
My first view was a little purple behind. My first question: "Does he have hair?" "Quite a bit of hair," said the nurse. My second question: "Does he have my ears?" My mother beams at me and simply says, "Yes." I am handed a swaddled little caterpillar, a cocooned bundle with long purple fingers and a swollen little face. He watches me with attentive eyes as I coo at him. He sucks his fingers and I remark about how we are both starving. I wish I had known to nurse him immediately. But I didn't. No one had told me and my own mother didn't nurse me, so she had no idea. So, he had to wait until later in our room with two different nurses trying to position him on my breast.
Now I look at this striking child with the long gangly legs and arms, who has lost two of the teeth I had watched sprout so many years back. His dark brown hair, so like my mother's. Rich chocolate eyes. He is growing up so fast and in so many ways, I feel like I am missing it. He is so big now, but still so small. Six years is not too long to be on this planet. There are so many mornings to be woken and so many more breaths to take. Six years is only long enough to learn to tie one's shoes and write one's name, maybe. There are so many things waiting for him still. I hope he learns to stay young as long as he can. Even though to me, he will always be that little bundle, snuggled into me and making me a mother for the very first time.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
The Constitution is Falling, The Constitution is Falling
As if torture and suspension of Habeas Corpus were not enough,
Headline from Washington Post:
If tyranny and oppression come to this land, it will be in the guise of fighting a foreign enemy. Of all the enemies to public liberty, war is perhaps the most to be dreaded because it comprises and develops the germ of every other. War is the parent of armies; from these proceed debts and taxes; and armies, and debts, and taxes are the known instruments for bringing the many under the domination of the few. The loss of liberty at home is to be charged to the provisions against danger, real or imagined, from abroad.
— James Madison (father of the US Constitution)
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