Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Portlandia

With a whole 2.5 days off over Labor-Day weekend during my month-long stint in the neuro ICU (during which I work overnight every 4th night), Kyle suggested a last-minute get-away to Portland, OR.

It was a great weekend get-away, filled with fantastic Sam moments and perfect parent moments, too.

We had been prepping Sam for the trip. He's been interested in all moving vehicles lately, so we thought he'd be excited to ride the train. The night prior, our friend Pauline came over for dinner. Sam opened the front door and as she was walking up exclaimed, "Daddy and Mommy and Sammy and Pauline going on a train!" Clearly, he was really excited.

Here we are waiting for the Cascades train, a 3.5 hour trip from Seattle to Portland.





We arrived in Portland and dropped our things off. Using our new credit card points, we rewarded our consumerism with a little "free" night at the shmantsy  "Nines" Hotel downtown:


Then we found some lunch at a near-by food cart. They are all the rave in Portland.


We took Sam to a fantastic toy store and enjoyed watching him play with marbles and a ride-on motorcycle-like bicycle. We picked up a new fire-engine themed puzzle to entertain Sam during the trip.

When Sam got sleepy, we kicked the stroller back into recliner mode (have I mentioned how much I love our stroller) and he napped for over an hour.

Kyle and I browsed the aisles at Powell's Books and each found a new book. We got iced-coffee and settled into chairs at the cafe and read. In silence. For an hour.

Heaven. 

When Sam woke, up we walked him over to the waterfront and found a public fountain to play in. Sam was shrieking and laughing and splashing while Kyle and I enjoyed a beer from the nearby festival. 

Sheer joy.




We rented a surrey bike and pedaled a 3-mile loop around the Portland water-way. The weather was perfect.



The next day, we enjoyed a trip to the zoo. The exhibits on the Pacific Northwest were especially cool. We also sat on the lawn and watched a presentation on predatory birds that included the birds flying over the audience. It was particularly awesome to see a bald eagle fly right over us.


Later, we kicked back the stroller again for Sam to nap. Kyle and I found a perfect lunch spot outside a tavern under an umbrella. With the little-one quiet, we people-watched and read over beers and lunch.

Ahhh...

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Glamping on San Juan Island

San Juan Islands are an archipelago (yes, I love that word!) off the coast of upstate Washington. The islands were first named by a Spanish Explorer in 1791 and were ultimately claimed as part of the Washington territory in the 1870s. The islands are well known for their marine life, including numerous orca whale pods, sea otters, and seals. The islands have a history of lime mining and exportation and are now popular nature and kayak destinations.

The drive to Anacortes from Seattle was about 90min and then the ferry was another hour.


Waiting to board the ferry and exploring the sea-life. We arrived almost 2 hours early, just as everyone recommended for a Friday afternoon ferry. Then we had so much fun on the beach, we almost missed our boarding time!




On the ferry. So happy to have (just barely) made it on!








 The lavender farm was having its annual summer festival:




Sam, the lavender Zombie:




This is what you do when you drive to a lunch destination only to have your toddler fall asleep in the car. First we took a brief nap ourselves. Then, Sara enjoyed happy hour. At 1pm.
 Roche Harbor. The majority of people also enjoying lunch here had arrived via sailboat or yacht.

Glamping (per urban dictionary): Glamorous camping. Satisfying your craving for the outdoors and your penchant for a good meal, nice glass of wine, and a comfortable bed.

We stayed at a "camping resort" where they also offer canvas platform tents fully furnished and heated as well as log cabins, running water, showers, and pancake breakfasts. We brought our own gear and heated up meals on a camping stove, but I appreciated the access to a hot shower, firewood, and a bottle of wine.

Our awesome new 4-person family-sized tent, complete with extended "garage." This is a big upgrade from our 2-person backpacking tent. Also upgraded to an inflatable air mattress from the classic therma-rest.


Lime-Kiln Park. Known to be one of the best orca sighting destinations. We visited twice, both at 630am because Sam had woken up so early we had to escape the campground or risk waking up all of our neighbors! We met other visitors sitting on the rocks who had binoculars for whale-spotting. Kyle found a pod far in the distance with his new super-human glasses on. Once he showed me where to look, I could even see the flashes of black and white and then the water splashing as whales popped out of the water. So cool!


That's British Columbia across the water:











Getting back to the mainland. We were the last car allowed on, which saved us from an extra 90-min wait. Thank you Washington State Ferries for another nail-biting ferry-boarding experience!



A word on camping with toddlers:
- Make sure that both parents are well-rested ahead of time
- Camp out of hearing-range from anyone else who might enjoy their sleep
- Don't introduce your child to an inflatable fun-house the weekend before. Tents with air-mattresses look a lot like fun-houses
- Pack everything you can think of and then a little extra
- Don't plan on spending too much planned private time with your significant other 
- Make do with spontaneous naps and quiet-time in the car
- Let your toddler help-- organizing sleeping bags and playing with tent zippers can be really entertaining for them
- Camp so far away that when you consider leaving after the first night, the idea of traveling home is also exhausting, forcing you to stick it out another night and experiencing a better night's sleep. (The San Juan Redemption!)
- Be flexible. With everything. Making plans. Breaking plans. Naps. Going to bed. Catching the ferry

Be patient and remember the Journey is the Destination!



Friday, July 20, 2012

Sam's Slam poetry

Heard today over lunch:

"Milk, comes out of a cup.
I drink it all up."

-Sam, age 21months


Wednesday, June 20, 2012

A Conflict of Interest in Anesthesia

I just returned home from a lecture given by the Chair of our OB Anesthesia Department which I found highly upsetting.

She opened the lecture with her overall purpose: "I want to prepare you for the fact that we are trying to provide care to patients who don't want us to care for them." She said she wanted us to have more preparation before "you are thrown into the lion's den."

Lion's Den? Laboring woman= lion? Really?

DISCLAIMERS
The lecturer gave no disclaimer of her personal opinions regarding labor and delivery management and pain relief but those became quickly evident as one can surmise from her opening statements. I have my own personal opinions, of course, and I have recently had experience with a natural childbirth approach that became surgical.  My biases will undoubtedly color what I'm about to write, but I would like to think that I have no personal agenda for other women.

What I wish for the laboring woman is for her to have confidence in her support system, for her to feel that her providers are there to help her, for her to be in a safe atmosphere with skilled, encouraging medical help, and for her baby to have a safe outcome. I think it also reasonable to wish for all of this to happen with very little drama.

Noticed I have said nothing about pain.

PAIN
I am aware that in a number of months I will be the provider who walks into a room to provide pain relief to a woman who may or may not want it. Insofar as my medical training will benefit, I will eagerly jump at the chance to perform epidurals on women who say yes. I will gladly answer their questions to the best of my ability. But if they say no, it won't really matter to me. I have no personal investment as long as the patient has been presented with the options.

My lecturer's approach to laboring pain was this: Why would you not treat it? "Would you do an appendectomy without anesthesia?" She implied it was cruel to NOT provide an epidural. She also cited a study that showed the newborns of natural births had mild alkylosis from their mother's hyperventilation (in an effort, I believe, to prove scientifically that pain is bad... and you can't dispute science, right?), yet she failed to prove that a transiently high pH would have any adverse outcome on a baby.

There is no dispute about laboring being a painful process, yet I think it is important to let women decide what is allowable for themselves. Some women go through it and feel more confident and proud of themselves for having "made it." Great. Some women have such relief from an epidural that their birthing is a more pleasant experience. Great.

The point, again, is that is is not for me to decide.

The odd thing is that in all of my other pain lectures, we have been taught to focus on the fact that pain is made worse by human suffering. We are advised to approach patients not with the intention of erasing their pain, but with the intent of helping them to manage the suffering (depressed mood, lack of sleep, anxiety) that accompanies pain and makes it worse. The new goal therefore, is to help a patient "pain better."

Why, then, are anesthesiologists only able to offer laboring women epidurals and spinals as the only tool in our pain-relief toolbox?

EPIDURALS-New data
Ok, the one helpful thing in the whole lecture what dispelling some myths about epidurals. It turns out we've gotten a lot better at them. In the last ten years, we've started to use a really light concentration of local anesthetic and we use a miniscule amount of fentanyl; basically, just enough to have an effect on the spinal cord without effecting the blood or the baby. The result is epidurals that don't totally numb the patient, making it easier to be strong and push. The is, of course, at the expense of getting complete pain relief. So, at best epidurals take the edge of off pain (and we're taking the contraction pain, not the pushing pain because epidurals don't even touch the perineal area at all).

Secondly, because of this decrease in the medication concentration it has now been shown, repeatedly, that epidurals do not slow labor and do not lead to more c-sections. In fact, many studies show that they decrease laboring time. (The same has also been proven for having a doula present in the room...hmm...) The lecturer's point was epidurals are safe in early labor and should therefore be placed in early labor. Why? Because it's more convenient for us. I'm sorry, but I'm really wary of doing anything just because it's more convenient for my work schedule. Unless a woman wants an early epidural, you won't find me pushing one on her...

WTF?
So, the lecture gave me some new factual data on epidurals. I'm sure that will come in handy at some point. But if the overall purpose of the lecture was to prepare us for "patients who don't want our care," I think it failed miserably because instead of placing us in the shoes of a laboring woman, she puts us at odds with them.

My lecturer seemed to think that women who refuse pain relief or women who desire a home-birth are not concerned about their health or what's best for their baby's health. She essentially implied that pregnant women can't even think logically. While there are, most likely, exceptions, I think most people would agree that mother's-- more than anyone-- want what's best for their babies.

So one must ask the question, Why are women so mistrustful of their birthing experience? If they are not thinking "logically" and listening to our "science," what is making them so emotional?

To even begin to discuss women's health and laboring health in particular, I think one has to acknowledge that is is political, just as much as it is personal (Note, the recent fall-out over the word "vagina" used on the congressional floor). Our current practices and beliefs are part of the legacy of medical care that came before us.

For example, during my medical education in the south, we talked a lot about race in the context of healthcare. How could we not? We worked in a hospital that some locals still call "The Gradys", plural, because Grady Hospital used to be segregated into two separate hospitals. One cannot even practice medicine there without knowing about the Tuskegee experiments (performed on African-American men with syphilis, during which a cure was found but withheld from the research participants) and how that contributed to a growing mistrust of the medical system.

Similarly, in the last century, women have also been the subjects of the medicalization of birthing. Don't get me wrong, I don't think medicine is the enemy. There have been fantastic advances in medicine that have made many birth situations, particularly for high risk moms and complicated babies, much safer than before. But I'm not convinced that the average experience of otherwise-healthy women has improved much. In our efforts to make women and babies safer, I think we have to acknowledge that a lot of women came to more harm than was necessary whether psychological (ether births) or physical (induced labors, unnecessary c-sections, unnecessary repeat c-sections).

There is a reason many women feel like they get bullied during their laboring experience.

And it's called "The Business of Being Born."

No, just kidding, I watched that video and while I don't think it's a 100% accurate depiction of the medical world's view towards birth, I like that it encouraged women to educate themselves about birthing options and advocate for their plans. Ultimately, though, it IS about preserving the health of a newborn and I don't think we should sacrifice that for our personal and political agendas (oops, now I'm referencing my own birthing experience!).

SUGGESTIONS
So what do I do now? For now, I slap a fake smile on my face while I work with this woman who seems like she wants to use science data to argue women out of decades of medical harm and hurt.

In the interim, I'll be dreaming of a birthing experience in which anesthesiologists offer more than needles and local anesthetic. Maybe we can be more involved in the prenatal education classes so we can dispel myths about epidurals so we aren't viewed as evil needle-pushers, stooping over contracting women, waiting for them to cave into our plans. Maybe we can partner more with doulas and promote massage and acupuncture and other methods to reduce stress and pain.

~~~

I have a feeling that when it comes to satisfaction with one's laboring experience (and yes, I am speaking from personal experience) that women care more about the kindness and comfort they received from their healthcare providers than the precision of their pain relief. We all know labor's going to hurt on some level, epidural or not. Maybe anesthesiologists, instead of rolling their eyes, can offer women words of moral support and encouragement when they choose to forgo an epidural.





Sunday, June 17, 2012

Father's Day... an homage to my love


Today was just another day at work. A Sunday at work. Oh yes, Father's Day at work. You know, I spent Mother's Day at work too (and Memorial Day, and Easter...)

So for Father's Day I left Kyle behind at home, alone to care for Sam. He took Sam strawberry picking, then grocery shopping, then to the park, then nap-time, lunch and I came home at 5. Kyle made dinner.

Father's Day dinner.

Steak on the grill, braised carrots with rosemary, sauteed mushrooms, baked potatoes and a salad. And a glass of wine. While I cleaned the kitchen, he bathed Sam and read him a bedtime story ("Daddy and Me"). With the cleaning done, I joined them in Sam's room for the flourish of "Night-nights" and "I love yous."

It was an amazing feat of fatherhood. A heroic day for any parent.

And it was just another day in Kyle's life.

While I want to celebrate the work that Kyle does as a husband and father, I am aware of the evolving nature of the role of father's in the modern day. I read the book, Manhood for Amateurs by Michael Chabon in which Chabon described the following scene: He is standing in line at the grocery store with his 20 month old son when a complete stranger-- a woman-- turns to him and says, "You are such a great dad!" He looks down to discover his son is chewing on some wire-like twist-tie and has snot running down his face. In that moment, he realizes that dads are often congratulated just for "showing up" to the job of parenting. He wonders, what would a mother have to do to receive such praise from a complete stranger:


 "Perhaps perform an emergency tracheotomy with a Bic pen on her eldest child while simultaneously nursing her infant and buying two weeks' worth of healthy but appealing break-time snacks for the entire cast of 'Lion King, Jr.' "


Lets face it, even in this modern day, the bar is set extremely low for fathers. Just as Chabon expresses, the sentiment is insulting to many of us.


Our own family-style of parenting has been a work-in-progress. Before we had Sam, Kyle and I had the typical, stereo-typed, gendered-division of house-hold labor. I was the domestic dominant. Kyle the willing, but passive, chore submissive. As worked through nine months of pregnancy, I realized that I could not successfully be a do-it-all mother and a full-time physician. 


That was hard for me. 


Having grown up with a stay-at-home, completely-available mother, my model of motherhood was one that I could never emulate. Nor, it turns out, after months of contemplation, would I want to. I love my job with a passion and I am so proud to be (in the process of...) becoming the family's primary breadwinner.


Ok, this post is not about motherhood. And yet it is. During pregnancy, it dawned on me that I would have to give up "doing-it-all" and moreover, I would need to allow Kyle to do some-- and more-- of the parenting that would surely be needed.

Kyle now credits my difficult work schedule with making the task easier. "When you're not here, it's easy for me to step in and take the lead. I can just be the parent and do what makes sense." It's not perfect of course, and I'm still the default household queen. But Kyle, as ever, is receptive and responsive to a list of to-dos scratched out and left behind on the kitchen table.

Yet a major shift has clearly taken place. It was particularly notable when Kyle started giving me advice on mealtime preparedness and bedtime routine. HIM giving ME advice on parenting?

It was a shock. And a blow to my motherhood ego.

After 30 minutes of inner-reflection, I felt unbelievably lucky.

I realize that this model of parenting is not for everyone. Every family is different and the goals Kyle and I have as parents do not necessarily reflect those of other parents. I definitely do not think there are "right ways" and "wrong ways" to be a mom or to be a dad. But surely every couple, challenged with their first child (or second, or third), has experienced the growing-pains of shifting responsibilities and roles. Hopefully, most experience, as we have at times, a sweet-spot of balance...

With that, I end with a link to a great (European, of course!) commercial that celebrates the evolving role of Fathers. While criticized by Jezebel.com for perhaps focusing on Dad-themed aspects of child-rearing, it still made me and Kyle cry...

Happy Father's Day, Kyle!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oeKuFs0KxO8&feature=youtu.be