Thursday, September 12, 2013

As Dear to Life As Breathing*

One of the doctors from our hospital spoke on a local radio program last evening, albeit briefly, on the issue of Licensed Midwives in California having the right to practice without supervision by a physician.  You can hear the piece on the KALW program Crosscurrents. I posted the piece to Facebook with the request for people to share opinions, a wildly regrettable move on my part, always, because that forum appears to be for a  large majority of people who peruse (i.e. express impressionistic reactions) and who do not read.  But the great thing about radio is that if you're not a reader you can be a listener and you can do that here.

The crux of the story is one that lays out all of the apparent advantages of legislation known as AB 1308 (which also requires reading).  Admittedly, the proposal was explained fairly accurately in the Crosscurrents piece.  The big omission was the differentiation between Licensed Midwives and Certified Nurse Midwives and the conflation of CNMs with Obstetricians who practice inside the hospital.  That and the rather big assumption that all pregnancies and births are low risk and therefore all women are, by default, candidates for home birth. These issues definitely remain firmly stuck in my craw. Every day. It is irresponsible for us, as healthcare providers in obstetrics and women's health, to let women believe that prevention is akin intervention.  It is equally irresponsible to guilt women into thinking there is a "right" way to experience birth and to become a mother.  Childbirth and motherhood are hard enough.

But what we're talking about here is AB1308.  Current legislation allows Licensed Midwives at alternative birth centers to practice under a Physician or a Certified Nurse Midwife.  This distinction was not clear in the Crosscurrents piece.  In 2010, there were 1,500 Certified Nurse Midwives in practice in the state of California, many of whom practice homebirth exclusively.  Very few, in fact, are hospital-based providers. CNMs are educated and trained under a medical model, equipping them with strong clinical skills by way of training as advanced practice nurses.  CNMs must be registered nurses and must receive a master's degree in a nurse-midwifery program that is accredited by the American College of Nurse-Midwives in order to practice legally. These midwives can treat patients throughout their pregnancies, attend births, prescribe medication and are highly trained in the pathology and physiology of childbirth to be able to recognize a women or baby who may be in distress and in need medical intervention, a real and unfortunately common occurrence.  (Consider maternal and neonatal mortality rates in parts of the world where medical intervention is *not* accessible).  Licensed midwives, on the other hand, may or may not have a bachelor’s degree and their training varies depending upon length of apprenticeship, mentorship and at home study.  I think making this distinction is central to a conversation about the role of midwives in the community and what AB1308 means for the profession of Midwifery as a whole.

Of the responses I received to this post, most didn't even address the point of the radio piece.  Many made the fallacious argument that a midwife-attended "homebirth is (statistically proven to be) more  safe than a hosptial-based birth" -- an argument I can't deny (not unrelated, I am sure, to the fact that it was the basis of my senior thesis as an undergraduate.) But it's a poor logical argument, a base rate fallacy.  Statistically, outcomes for homebirths are quite positive.  This is true.  Personally, I fully support and advocate for homebirth with a Certified Nurse Midwife under the condition that both mom and baby are in good health.  But the statistics of it are somewhat confounding.  I am hesitant to embrace statistics comparing midwifery to hosptial-based care because it is fraught with problems - in that there are certain variables for which there is no control. For example, high risk patients are treated in hospitals and have "worse" outcomes (higher rates of epidural use, episiotomy, vacuum or forcep extraction, neonatal admission to the NICU, maternal blood transfusion, cesarean section).  All because hospitals have access to these interventions and treat sicker patients.  This is fact.  Providers in medical settings have the tools and the knowledge to manage extremely difficult situations and to keep babies and mother's alive.

I guess the question always lurking in the back of my mind is "how many bad outcomes would I, as a practitioner, accept?" (A bad outcome, in my mind being a maternal or neonatal death, not a cesarean section).  For me, personally, the answer is zero.  I wish I had, in my lifetime, seen zero.

The confusion between high and low risk birth, maternal right and choice, information and knowledge, security and safety is complicated.  It is complicated by history, complicated by access, complicated by perceived understanding, complicated by stories like these and specifically by women who stake claim over what is right for other women in the name of liberation.  I have said this before and will say it again: Prevention of poor maternal and neonatal outcomes, or death, should never be mistaken for unnecessary medical intervention.  It is so disheartening to me that obstetrics has become this strange and difficult place for feminist convergence and collision and thus is the ONE area of healthcare in this country where preventative medicine is shunned as counter to choice.  When the outcomes are poor, it is also the most litigious area of healthcare.  And in these cases it is the most heartbreaking because it is here that we have the most to lose.

If women lose the right to say where and how they birth their children, then we will have lost something that's as dear to life as breathing. - Amy McKay, The Birth House 


Sunday, September 1, 2013

Out of the Marvellous

Lightenings viii

The annals say: when the monks of Clonmacnoise
Were all at prayers inside the oratory
A ship appeared above them in the air.

The anchor dragged along behind so deep
It hooked itself into the altar rails
And then, as the big hull rocked to a standstill,

A crewman shinned and grappled down the rope
And struggled to release it. But in vain.
'This man can't bear our life here and will drown,'

The abbot said, 'unless we help him.' So
They did, the freed ship sailed, and the man climbed back
Out of the marvellous as he had known it.






“If you have the words, there’s always a chance that you’ll find the way.”
   ~ Seamus Heaney (1939-2013)

Friday, August 30, 2013

There is No Them

2013 POVERTY GUIDELINES FOR THE 48 CONTIGUOUS STATES
AND THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA
Persons in family/household
Poverty guideline
For families/households with more than 8 persons, add $4,020 for each additional person.
1
$11,490
2
15,510
3
19,530
4
23,550
5
27,570
6
31,590
7
35,610
8
39,630

This week in the break room a few of the nurses were asking one another, "If you had the power and the resources to take on one cause, what would it be?"  I remembered reading the night before a mind boggling statistic about poverty in the United States:  more than 35 million Americans now live below the poverty line - which is saying quite a lot given than the poverty guideline for a four person household is a measly $23,550 per year. To put that in perspective, imagine a family of two parents and two children with the primary wage earner* making about $12.25 per hour over a 40 hour work week.  The current federal minimum wage is $7.25 per hour. Needless to say, the standards set by our government are ridiculously and embarrassingly low. 

And then there's the Affordable Care Act.  Apparently drafted in an effort to insure all, under the ACA, many of those working poor who make a wage above poverty line are not eligible for coverage.  Because the government made Medicaid optional, and 27 states opted out, those individuals and their families who make between the poverty line (but not below) and four times that amount are ineligible for both government subsidies under ACA for private insurance and Medicaid benefits.  Which states opted out?  Those with the highest number of families living just at the poverty line.   

As a nurse in a public hospital in a large urban setting, this really strikes a cord.  Every day we are the eyes and the ears of the war on the poor in this country, from the front lines.  But how many times are there grumblings from both nurses and doctors about patients who have not sought out preventative care, who's BMI is "too high", with uncontrolled, underlying conditions, who have had multiple pregnancies, abortions, losses, births, addictions. And how many times are these people blamed for their "lack of initiative" in caring for themselves.  Every day there is someone blaming a patient for poor health outcomes -- or for being overweight or impoverished or having multiple prior pregnancies or for being addicted -- and every day I wonder how these people can care for themselves when we can't - not even for 24 hours - suspend our judgement to simply care for them.  As we should without doubt and without question, as this is the root of our profession.

You aren't cared for because you care for yourself.  You're cared for because others care for you. 

*No the second parent doesn't work because they can't afford childcare.  

Thursday, August 15, 2013

For Every Field There's A Mole

Because I am back with my anonymity no longer in tact, I will be writing less about what happens in the hospital in a detailed manner.  That is to say, it is of the utmost importance to me to protect my patients. Of course, I am confident that many anecdotes of this crazy business will find their way through.

I have been an (employed!) nurse for three years since I last posted here.  Yes, I still see this job as my true calling.  But I am often frustrated and disappointed in the system and I am daily looking for a way to articulate: to reverse the ethnography, so to speak. I have to demonstrate the transition from critic to cog in the wheel, which is very hard.

From the moment I stepped into the role of clinician, I have struggled not to speak too loudly, but I often fail.  I have tried to be fair and to equally, quietly bear witness to all of our patients.  I have tried to burn the injustices that I see and hear every day on my brain so that I can one day, in some small way, try to right them.  I hope that this forum will be the jumping off point for me to eventually do that in a larger way.  I hope that there are eyes here to bear this with me.


All of my life I have watched the masses of the world 
suffering from the same disease for which 
the cure is readily available to them 
but they cannot see it.  
We are all born to take a little share of 
the abundance of this earth. 
When you see that, there will be 
tremendous change. 

You only have to open your eyes to open your mind. 

Where You Going Riding, Boy?

After three long years, I'm back in the saddle.
There is a lot to say.
Maybe someone is listening.



Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Confessions of the Flesh

On the way home from The Kid's rather raucous 5th grade graduation party, I commented to him that it would be the last graduation party that he would have to attend with his parents... that he will soon be going to new and different kinds of parties.


"Yeah," he replied, "the kind of parties where girls take off their tops."

The Partner chimed in, "Those kind of girls are called strippers..."

The Kid: "Whores."

I balked and, tripping over my slack jaw, began, somewhat firmly, to correct him. "Um... no... not prostitutes..." The Partner then took the reigns and tried to explain that "whore" isn't the most socially acceptable term nowadays. (He suggested "sex worker" which The Kid totally rejected, and rightfully so... I mean, middle school and sex worker don't exactly jibe, do they?). So, in any event, I tried to differentiate taking off one's clothes for money from having sex for money.

The Kid's response?
"Well, the girls I know will not be taking off their tops for money... they'll do it because they are drunk."

Le Conflit

Why not read about Conflict: The Woman and the Mother for a cursory, NYT synopsis of what I suspect this text actually contains. I definitely like the idea of a critique based on ecology, ethology and essentialism -- especially the latter since it is, from where I sit, the bane of popular feminism today. More on this once I actually lay my eyes on a translation of the text.

Anyway, I am happy enough with Badinter's closing quote, whatever The Times was trying to communicate with it. It's not often you hear such sentiments from feminists today:

"I’m a mediocre mother like the vast majority of women, because I’m human."

Solitude of Ravens

Masahisa Fukase



Monday, May 31, 2010

Yes, I Deliver


The circus nurse is now, officially, a (paid) labor and delivery nurse.
Goodbye academia, hello life.
Praise be.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Thursday, May 6, 2010

You're a Feminist, Boy!

Yesterday when I arrived for pick up of The Kid from his after school program, he wasn't in his usual spot in the library. Instead, I found him sitting quietly doing his homework in another classroom, supervised by an infamously strict male teacher and surrounded by other boys.

So, somewhat reflexively I asked, "Why are you all in here...did you guys get into trouble?"

"No," says he, "Joanna sent us away because she was having a talk with the girls... ONLY."

"Oh... sex ed?" I asked, confidently.

"No," he replied, "feminism."

Monday, May 3, 2010

The Wonder Show of the World

New bonny bonny album is out... available from Drag City.
Stop by for a copy.
In the meantime, why not pick up a Billy-inspired cork as well?

Don't ask me, I just deliver the bonny news.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Water Flowing Home

Sherman Alexie's War Dances has been selected as the winner of the 2010 PEN/Faulkner Award for Fiction.

Excellent.

Read more from the Seattle Times.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Rest Your Soul so Quietly

I still have no words of my own to fill this space.

For now I ask that Laura Munson's Haven* meet my yearlong silence with her touching entry Stop the Clocks.


How do I know that the dead do not wonder why they ever longed for life?
- Zhuangzi

*formerly These Here Hills

Monday, March 15, 2010

Go Ask Alice?

Another piece of work from the incorrigible Peggy Orenstein.

Femivore? Really?

The most I can muster about this is that The Partner's comment, "Femivore... I'm a femivore!" brought tears to my eyes. I like it so much better as a perversion than a cause.

He also provided this nicely timed piece, both to counter the femivores and to take on some of the issues plaguing our own troubled Bay Area education system. It nicely articulates the well-intentioned, if misdirected, work of Alice Waters in area schools.

More action, fewer causes, that's my new motto.

- Photo credit: Thomas Heinsner

Monday, March 8, 2010

War Dances

Sherman Alexie's War Dances is a finalist for the 2010 PEN/Faulkner Award for fiction. It's about time. The winner will be announced March 23rd.

Last year Alexie published a tremendous book of poetry entitled Face. One of those rare books, like many of Alexie's, that one should hold onto forever. Another was this 1992 book entitled...

I Would Steal Horses
For Kari

for you, if there were any left,
give a dozen of the best
to your father, the auto mechanic
in the small town where you were born

and where he will die sometime by dark.
I am afraid of his hands, which have
rebuilt more of the small parts
of this world than I ever will.

I would sign treaties for you, take
every promise as the last lie, the last
point after which we both refuse to exact.

I would wrap us both in old blankets
hold every disease tight against our skin.

Shift Work

Some of the best moments of the weekend:

Delivering a baby girl to a young mother - one of nine sisters and two brothers - with five sisters and one niece present. The youngest of the 9 sisters, aged 16, cut the cord.

A nurse, about to take a break tells her break-relief, "Don't let that Doc near my patient..." Sticking my head out of a delivery room about twenty minutes later I hear that very nurse singing sweetly and find her sitting side-by-side with that very surgeon while he strums away on his ukulele.

One nurse says to another, "You don't believe in God? Not at all?"
"No. Not at all." The first nurse hugs her tightly and then holds her by the shoulders at arms length and asks very seriously, "Then who do you think made Berkeley?"