ICLW (IComLeavWe) collided with my vacation in the lovely Maldives. I naively thought I could comment from my phone while I was there (HA), but none of that happened. But anyway, I got away and snorkeled and gazed at insanely blue water to my heart's content. I got back last night and I'm still getting my bearings back.
Tomorrow marks 27 weeks. I have not bought a single thing for the baby yet. Not one bloody thing. Almost all my essentials need to come from the States. I have to figure out how to transport baby bottles (I'm going for stainless steel ones), a gzillion tins of Myenberg Goat's milk powder, and random things like DHA and vitamin drops and probiotics (formulating a very useful post on this one, which will most likely go up on my new blog) and blackstrap molasses. I'm far too terrified to go shopping for cribs and onsies yet. None of this feels real. I wish I could get the gender now---in some funny way, I feel like this would make all this seem a little more concrete.
Next week marks the timepoint to give the steroid shots, and J would also have to get the Rhogam shot or its equivalent. Turns out in India they have a monoclonal IgG shot available that is free of thimerosol, but it comes with its own wrinkles. I'm trying not to overthink and read the literature and decide whether to forgo the 28-week shot or not (there is some mild controversy here) or think of the nebulous risks of giving the shot, or the more easily imaginable repercussions of *not* giving it.I'm so PISSED that this pregnancy has to go through this easily avoidable issue.
I asked my mother to talk to the NICU chief at the hospital that has the milk bank, and that conversion was again a door clanging shut in my face. No milk (they get super low amounts, apparently); they advised me against a wet nurse because even if you screen for diseases, you miss out on the window period where they could have contracted a disease but do not test positive for it yet.
All in all..hello formula from day 1, goodbye milk. I totally get the desperation of parents to get breast milk to their babies,if only for a few days. There is a rather poignant/sad yet comical story I heard about a mother who was desperate to get her baby milk after she was born from surrogacy. She paid the surrogate a lot of money to provide the milk on the sly (the doctor had told her it was not in line with their policies), not realizing that the doctor had given the shots that made the surrogate's milk dry up. They apparently tried for
days and nothing happened. I can only imagine the collective frustration of everybody involved.
How important IS breast milk? Apparently, as a baby, I got no breast milk either (and maybe did not suffer at all for it, or mildly did---these things are impossible to judge), and the same will be true of my baby. It is impossible to gauge how your choices hurt or help things along, and I've been determined in theory to not beat myself up for things I cannot help...yet...that stupid urge to nitpick my choices and wonder about what the possible repercussions could be just does not go away. Parenting lesson #1, maybe?
days and nothing happened. I can only imagine the collective frustration of everybody involved.
How important IS breast milk? Apparently, as a baby, I got no breast milk either (and maybe did not suffer at all for it, or mildly did---these things are impossible to judge), and the same will be true of my baby. It is impossible to gauge how your choices hurt or help things along, and I've been determined in theory to not beat myself up for things I cannot help...yet...that stupid urge to nitpick my choices and wonder about what the possible repercussions could be just does not go away. Parenting lesson #1, maybe?