30 Weeks: Fear is a Four Letter Word

There is nothing like impending motherhood to remind me of how little control I have over anything in my life. This uncertainty is just exacerbated by my raging hormones and constant re-thinking of every choice and decision I make on a daily basis.

Yesterday, I had a 30-week ultrasound to determine my baby’s growth and development. After marveling at detailed facial features (this baby might have my nose after all) and a perfectly functional heart (I could see all four chambers), I was informed that this child is in the 95th percentile for growth.

Wait a second….My child is big?

My shock transitioned into slight vindication when I realized the explanation for my 3.5 pound weight gain over the last few weeks, but then that quickly receded into fear. Fear for my child’s development, fear that I had somehow missed something with all of my blood sugar checks, fear for my ever-still-so-small lady parts!

The doctor only made it worse by bringing up cesearan section talk in the exam room following the ultrasound. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that my 5’2” frame probably would do better with a 6-7lb baby than a 10lb baby, but I resented him for even mentioning it yet. I resented my doctor for always bringing up every worst case scenario. I resented him for dismissing my objections with bringing my baby’s health into it.

“It isn’t about what you want. You might not have a choice…..”

I made sure to let him know that while he is only thinking about this child, I am thinking of my (up to) three other unborn children and their health and safety with delivery in the future. He told me that Vaginal Birth after Cesearean is common (yeah right!) and I shut down a little. The same doctor who told me that he would like to see me get to 38 weeks before induction due to my diabetes then told me that inducing early wouldn’t help me and that we would have to discuss scheduling a c-section if the baby continued to grow at this rate.

Frustration, coupled with pregnancy-magnified anxiety clouded me the whole drive home. I wasn’t thinking clearly and my mood was sour. I have done everything I can possibly do to ensure that my child has every fighting chance and a normal, non-diseased life. What the heck am I supposed to do now???? I put one hand on my belly while driving as if to excuse my child from having done anything wrong. 95th percentile should belong to children of really tall people, but if I am supposed to birth a linebacker, then so be it.

“My fears have worn me out…” – Switchfoot, Redemption
It wasn’t really until this morning that I realized where my fear and resentment were really coming from. When I failed to look to God to answer me in my distress I found my thoughts getting darker and more angry. Like the child who gets upset when his older sibling tells him he won’t get to do something when the parent or babysitter has clearly said otherwise, I looked only to my own doubt and frustration and never once thought that maybe God knows a little more about this child than the doctor does.

Psalm 139

13 “For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.”

“My frame was not hidden from you….Your eyes saw my unformed body….”

We can look at my child through monitors and sonograms and modern technology, but God sees this child with His eyes. Nothing is hidden from Him. He knows exactly the date and time that this child will pass through to this side of life and all my doctors can do is estimate, guess and rely on technology to make decisions. They do their best, but when they tell me educated guesses about my child or my ability to bear this child naturally, I can’t throw a fit and feel defeated. I have to look to God (who knows the ACTUAL weight and height and whose nose the child has) to give me my answers.


Quick Pumpkin Pie Oatmeal


If you are anything like me, fall has you conjuring up all sorts of ways to use up the canned and frozen pumpkin you saved last year so that you can preserve more!

Last night I made some Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Cookies (recipe courtesy of Ellen in the Kitchen). I used olive oil rather than Canola Oil, but otherwise I kept the recipe exactly as written and it turned out wonderfully. You can find the recipe here:

Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Cookies

This brings me to this morning, when I realized that I thawed way too much pureed pumpkin from last year and that I need to find ways to use it up before it rots in my fridge. Enter: Quick Pumpkin Pie Oatmeal!

Quick Pumpkin Pie Oatmeal (makes one serving)


(1) Packet of McCann’s Irish Instant Oatmeal

(1) Tbsp Pumpkin Pie Spice (or a combination of nutmeg, cinnamon, ginger, and allspice)

Hot water to cook the oatmeal

(2-3) Tbsp of Pureed Pumpkin (from the can is okay, I used frozen from last year)

Brown Sugar to Top!


1. Prepare instant oatmeal packet according to directions on package. I use a hot tea kettle to heat water, but you may choose to use the microwave. I find that adding hot water produces the best results.

2. Stir in the pumpkin pie spices.

3. Stir in the pumpkin puree.

4. Top with brown sugar to taste.

Note: I realize this recipe is anything but complicated, but I find that a little variety in my breakfast routine keeps me happy.:)

Feel free to comment with any variations you create (or other ideas to make instant oatmeal taste more interesting!)

27 Weeks: Vaccinations. When the Third World Comes to Us

One thing I have learned since becoming a “parent-to-be” is that “vaccine” is a dirty word in the natural parenting community. I think it actually outranks “epidural” and “episiotomy.” In fact, I have found no issue so polarizing in recent discussion than the vaccination of children in the United States.

I personally believe that are an over-medicated society. My years in and out of doctor’s offices have taught me that the only way to get and stay healthy is to become your own best advocate. I have fought (what I believed to be) unnecessary prescriptions, methods and tests. I don’t take birth control (obviously, but I never have). I don’t mind the occasional pain medication but I will take my chances with the flu and not get a flu shot. I am up-to-date on all of my vaccines through the Hepatitis shots I got in high school.

My child, however, is another story. This baby will come from my womb 100% perfect, with no diseases (Lord-willing) and no toxin-induced disorders.

The Case AGAINST Vaccinations:

As mothers we are encouraged to give up alcohol, smoking, bug spray, sunscreen, rollercoasters, processed foods and pesticides during our pregnancies. We are told to limit caffeine and to get plenty of sleep. We avoid ibuprofen and aspirin and well as traditional cold medications. In the last few years, I have rid my cupboards of aluminum-containing baking powder, which can lead to inflammation and Alzheimer’s.

Then our babies are born. In the hospital, they receive their first vaccination: a Hepatitis B shot (for a sexually-transmitted disease). The FDA recommends no more than 25 mcg of aluminum as a safe dose for a newborn. The HepB shot contains 225 mcg. This is where most mothers against vaccines start to draw the line.

The HepB shot is only the beginning. Most of the vaccinations we give our children to protect them against horrific diseases contain neurotoxins at extremely unsafe levels. In addition to aluminum, vaccines contain trace amounts of mercury and formaldehyde. Vaccines also contain a number of less questionable ingredients that can cause severe allergic reactions in some patients (which is unavoidable in today’s world of allergy-prone children). In a child’s first “wellness” visit at 2 months, he or she will receive over 1800 additional micrograms of aluminum.

The summary: Vaccines contain poisons and we give them to our children during their most sensitive years of brain development. There are anecdotes all over the web of children who have never been the same after receiving multiple vaccines at a doctor visit (especially after getting the MMR vaccine). For many parents (many of whom believe that the risk of their children getting life-threatening diseases is very low anyway), vaccination is not a risk they are willing to take for their children.

The Case For Vaccination:

There is a reason that we don’t see the same diseases in the United States as can be found regularly in third-world countries: we vaccinate. Our children don’t die of smallpox anymore. We don’t fear polio or mumps. Our children are all but free of serious communicable diseases.

In fact, in communities where parents have decided not to vaccinate, there has been a resurgence of whooping cough (pertussis) this year, which can be fatal to infants who lose the ability to breathe. We don’t live in a bubble. The United States is full of traveling families and visitors from foreign lands. We get vaccinations before going to third-world countries on missions trips, but we don’t think about what might happen when the third world comes to us.

Vaccines are not a bad thing. And, unless they reject them for religious reasons, most people aren’t arguing that vaccines are evil or unnecessary. You may make the choice not to vaccinate and your child might be as healthy as can be. Or sick. Or really, really sick. Or dead.

What mothers need to do, nationwide, is demand something better for our children. We wanted organic produce and foods at our grocery stores and so we voted with our dollars and we got them. Although Americans might be guilty of believing too much of what they read and see on television, the threats against our children (vaccinated or not) are real.

In Conclusion:

So is the best choice to vaccinate and hope that my child can get through the highly toxic levels of poison contained in these shots but avoid scary and life-threatening diseases?

Should I stagger the vaccines so that the child receives only small amounts of toxins at a time?

Should I neglect to vaccinate at all and take my chances in a sort of “voting with my non-compliance” in hopes that enough of us can convince the government to research safer vaccines?

I have no idea and only 13 more weeks or so to figure it out. I do know one thing, though. My child is NOT getting a vaccine with 225 mcg of aluminum in the first 24 hours of his/her life. That is just insanity.

What do you think?