| Jul 20, 2012
Last Tuesday, Audrey and I welcomed our newest addition to the family. Walter Alan, 7lbs 4oz.
Completely. Uneventful. Delivery.
After the delivery debacle with Wyatt three years ago, I think we were both expecting something to go wrong. Wyatt had GBS, pneumonia, meconium aspiration, and a host of other problems, mostly due to a poorly-informed choice of "health care" providers on our part.
People: hospitals, and all the qualified, highly trained personnel and beeping machines they contain, are there for a reason. Go there. The "birth experience" may be important to expectant mothers, but I can't believe that any intellegent person would put their own comfort and anxiety ahead of having the best possible chance of delivering a healthy child. When something goes wrong in a home birth, you're pretty much screwed. The child can die, the mother can die, and all of that can happen so fast it defies reason.
Simple example: midwives check the baby's heartbeat every few minutes using a stethoscope or, if you're lucky, a more sensitive instrument. I've yet to speak to a person who said that their midwife used an always-on, strapped-to-the-mom heart monitor.
Without constant heart rate monitoring, Wyatt would be dead.
If we had continued past the 30 hour mark at home (the midwife told us 24 was stopping point when it was time to go to a hospital, then changed her stance/ignored her own rules when we hit that point), Wyatt would be dead, and probably Audrey along with him.
If Wyatt had been born anywhere that wasn't a five minute(!) walk for the specialist that got him breathing again, he would be dead.
If we hadn't had access to Careflight, which got him to the NICU across town in a very short time, he would most likely be dead.
As it is, Wyatt has some developmental delays, permanent brain damage (we have pictures - lots of, as in six MRIs over the past three years), and a few other small issues but, somehow, despite our recklessness in choosing and trusting what turned out to be an incompetent midwife, he's doing pretty well. We can work around the difficulties he's having.
It could have been so much worse.
So, when Walt arrived without much ceremony - I think something from Death Cab was playing when he finally appeared - I spent about a day just waiting for the other shoe to drop. And, it hasn't. He's 10 days old today, and doing perfectly well.
We've had something like 15 ultrasounds over the past nine months. Our OB was amazing, and made a point of getting to know us, our history and situation, and tailoring her approach/treatment for us based on that. We never felt rushed, ignored or discounted.
We spent more time with our OB in the first visit then we did with the midwife in the entire 9 months before the delivery.
I'll finish this up later, but the moral of the story is: don't keep trying to live in the 12th century, especially where the health of your child is concerned. It might work out, but when it doesn't, it really doesn't. There's not much room between "healthy baby" and funeral planning.
Why risk it?