Showing posts with label infant. Show all posts
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Thursday, November 5, 2015

A Current State of Affairs: The Trials and Tribulations of Breastfeeding in the Collegiate Sphere

I want to be transparent about what is going on with my school. It is so easy to be passive aggressive or even manipulative in social media. Instead, I want to tell the story factually, to the best of my ability, to gauge support and garner understanding. With that said there will be times that I'm snarky in this explanation- pardon me but I'm a wee bit resentful.

Last year, as I began my second year of my masters program at Columbia Theological Seminary, I realized that there was a requirement that would be difficult for me to fulfill. The requirement is called “Explorations” and this requirement is usually a two-week intensive course that is done in a group setting. It is often done abroad in other countries but there are several within the United States, including one in Atlanta, that takes place during the day but you are able to go home at night.

I want to stress that this is a REQUIREMENT. You cannot graduate from the program at this school without doing it. I also want to stress that when I applied to this school this requirement was not made clear and upon looking at the school catalog (to ensure that I had not just somehow missed it) I verified nothing in the description states it must be done in a group (meaning that it could feasibly be done as an independent study). However, the school is standing by the fact that it must be done as a group and an independent study is not allowed. Regardless, communication to the student about the requirements was not effective and so I came into the program without realizing this would be necessary.

Realizing this requirement last year I knew I had a problem. See, I’m breastfeeding. Breastfeeding is uber important to me for a variety of reasons. It is good for my health (it reduces the risk of breast cancer by a large amount) and it is good for my Wee Steven’s health (he is less likely to get colds, ear infections and all other kinds of illnesses and it is proven that formula babies have a lower IQ… true story). So I’m exclusively breastfeeding and my son will be 10 months old at the time I’m required to take the class.

“10 months old?! How long are you going to boob that kid?” you might say. Well, full term breastfeeding is defined as at LEAST two years by the W.H.O. and they recommend this type of breastfeeding. Even if I abided by the American Pediatric Association’s recommendation it would still mean breastfeeding for AT LEAST a year. And when I take the class Steven will obviously be younger than that.

There is a pumping option. Obviously. I’ve heard that a ton too- “Can’t you just pump?” and yes, I can pump. Sorta. See I need a safe space to do it. Pumping isn’t, for me, as easy as putting the baby on the boob. It takes meditation (I have to focus on a picture of my kid for the milk to really flow), time and electricity (as I need a powerful pump for my brand of boobs). I need a room that locks, that is relatively quiet, that has plugs and isn’t on a toilet (for sanitation reasons). While these needs are not impossible they are doable says my school. I think, in part, my professor whose wife full term breastfed both children is responsible for making sure such provisions could be guaranteed.

So what the hell is my issue? Why have I not resolved to do this requirement since provisions have been put in place to pump so that I can feed my kid? Why am I still frustrated, angry and annoyed? Why can’t I just let it go?

In every developed country except for the United States there are strict provisions for the breastfeeding mom. There is recognition on how difficult the process is and how important it is to both the mother and the child. By making the process more difficult the school is effectively saying that my long term health and the long-term health of my child is not as important as an arbitrary requirement. Additionally, I need to point out that this is a Christian Seminary that touts family values and the need to practice Creation Care. CREATION CARE. Breastfeeding is the original care of creation, the oldest version and yet they hinder the process. They make it more difficult and when it was brought to their attention there has been resistance all the way.

To their credit, they did offer a course that was more congruent to the breastfeeding experience. After much talk, committees and getting students motivated to create change a part time summer long course was offered that would only be four hours a day. The offer though was doomed to fail. If one takes the course, no other summer courses can be taken which means that a student is left with two options: 1) graduate late OR 2) take MORE courses the next semester in order to make up the course. The first is usually financially unviable for most students and the second option is ludicrous as the whole reason for taking the summer course is to lighten the amount of time away from the family.

Additionally, the “option” that the school provided meant that a student could not be full time in the summer. So while the class itself is covered through financial assistance no other financial aid (ie loans) could be used over the summer. So the school is saying you CANNOT take any other classes but because you CAN’T take other classes you also can’t get loans to live on… which most of us do. Sooooooo….. to use this “option” you have to graduate late or have a heavy semester AND you have to be able to live while not working AND not getting any student loans. Pardon me if I don’t find that option very appealing. Or appealing at all. Needless to say I was the only student who signed up for the course. So then it was canceled (because no independent studies remember) and now they are again requiring me to take the full two-week intensive course.

I’m grateful for the priviledge and ability to be able to pursue a master’s degree, and especially to be able to do so while having a family. However, I should be able to do so without sacrificing the health of my child. A Christian school that claims to be family friendly needs to be willing to help come up with solutions. Real solutions. Not half assed solutions that nobody will use because they’re useless.

So right, maybe its not an issue that they’ve come across very often, but it is a real life issue. Like I’m seriously leaking out my boobs right now as I type. So it might be only about me at this moment, but in the future it won’t be. And maybe there are woman out there who are currently being kept away from a higher education or kept away from motherhood because of the difficulties associated with doing them together. And that’s dumb and not okay damn it. Not. Okay.

It’s true that with the provision of a place to pump feeding my child breast milk could be possible; yet, it will be difficult. More than likely my wee one will reverse cycle (meaning sleep more during the day to make up the time away from me by staying awake more at night to eat and be social with mom), it will also mean my supply will dip by the end of the week and the weekends will need to be spent feeding to ensure a supply that is stabilized by Monday. It is not impossible but it is inconvenient and not just for me but for my infant as well. Frustratingly so.

How do I, as a woman, deal with this issue? Do I take this major inconvenience with a shrug and move on? Do I concede and simply deal with the cards that I’m being dealt as a breastfeeding mother trying to gain an education? Must I be grateful that I have the opportunity to get an education at all and so move forward like so many women before me? When do we as women acknowledge that this is bullshit, oppressive and misogynist (there won’t be any men who need to lactate during this class will there)? When do we say enough is enough and demand that the inconvenience change because we know how important our children AND our education are? When do we tell our institutions that we are holding them to a higher standard? HUH? When??

Breastfeeding is the healthiest decision I can make for my son and for myself and yet there are a thousand obstacles in the way. I’m not even facing the stark reality of many women in the workforce and I’m this upset. So there’s that.

I’m not sure what my next course of action will be. I’m praying about it. Taking my time. I am trying to ensure that any action I take is not one of anger but of rational decision making that is based in logical sense (try doing that with hormones surging btw… not an easy task damn it). But I know that this requirement is unacceptable. I know that this “inconvenience” makes the breastfeeding relationship that much harder to maintain. I know that this requirement was established when the vast majority of those attending the school were male, white, middle upper class people and because of that I know that I cannot simply let it fade. This is not just about MY breastfeeding relationship this is about women wanting to achieve a masters degree who also want to feel safe and supported in making a very difficult decision. It’s more than me.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

My No Good, Crazy Insane Slightly Traumatic Evening


Yesterday evening was insane. I’ve never experienced anything quite like it. We have a new baby and my body is going through a healing process right after a harrowing 36-hour labor followed by a c-section. So with that in mind let me set the stage.

It’s late evening, around 7pm. After the end of a long day where we had taken the baby to his first pediatrician appointment (anxiety ridden for both parents) we were finally relaxing. Around 7:30 I started feeling really cold and shivers started. I’d had several low-grade fevers in the hospital and it was starting again… this time though I’d already taken my 800mg motrin and was still really too early to take any other pain management meds (like percocets). The problem is that when I get low grade fevers these days the shivers are violent. My teeth chatter and my whole body shakes and it feels pretty nuts.

On top of this I had been constipated for days. Iron supplements due to low hemoglobin levels in the hospital paired with pain pills had left my bowels in a state of disarray. I’d been taking stool softeners to know avail and as I sat that shaking uncontrollably I realized… I needed to poop! This is usually such a good thing. But as I sat down on the toilet while shaking violently from a completely unrelated fever I realized it was not a good thing. Pooping after five days of not is usually good. Pooping after five days on iron supplements that make your feces like rocks? Hurts like hell.

Over the course of the next hour or so I proceeded to give birth to the largest and hardest three turds of my life. I was screaming in the bathroom at times and, understandably, it was starting to upset Wee Steven who doesn’t like to go too long without seeing mommy but hearing her scream meant he needed to cry too and my husband couldn’t fix his cry or my screams and then shit got really crazy. I’m shaking violently on the toilet, trying to poop and my kid cries which means my boobs, which are full of milk at this point, start leaking profusely. I take off my shirt because its leaving stains and its so much that its running down my body on the toilet while I’m screaming and shaking violently.

So I ask Tate to get my breast pump. Pump and baby in hand I walk him through how to set it up while the baby screams and I scream and I leak and I shake on the toilet. It was insane. So he gets it done and I start pumping which immediately makes me so thirsty so I want to kill someone (happens every time). So I’m thirsty, shaking, screaming while trying to poop bricks and pumping on the toilet while my baby cries and my husband gets me a cup of water. And then suddenly, I’ve pumped enough, the final turd comes out and my shaking, while still violent, calms enough that I can stand up.

Tate is stressed, baby is confused and scared and my body feels like I just went through a second labor. Taking that dump was as painful as parts of my labor. I didn’t think it was possible to compare that pain to anything else in reality but I was wrong. At this point I feed the baby, he calms down and we try and decompress. My incision is aching from the pushing I was doing and I’m overwhelmed. My shaking is getting worse and I take my temperature and it sits at 99.6 which is just enough to make me miserable but not enough to make me scared until I check it again 30 minutes later and its gone up to 100 even. So I call the midwife call service and wait for a call back.

Steven had eaten (but often likes to do this several times in a row but I was hopeful he was full) so I began treating my nipples. You see, they’d started having some pain and the pediatrician had written me a script for some magical nipple cream. So I soaked my nips first, put on some cream and then realized Steven was getting fussy like he wanted to eat again. So I texted my lactation consultant to see if was safe to feed him after just putting it on and he starts screaming. Tate tries to calm him down to no avail and then I get a text back saying its fine (keep in mind… all this time I’m still shaking violently). So as Tate is handing off baby my midwife is calling me back so I shove baby back in Tate’s arms who is still screaming and I’m still shaking with cream all over my nipples half naked on the couch… and pick up the phone.

I lose it. Immediately. Just start crying. Can barely tell her whats wrong. She asks me a few questions and then tells me to go ahead with the Percocet and to make sure I take my next motrin right on time and hangs up. Tate brings baby back, baby is on boob and quiet and then the husband is instructed to get me cold water, medication and a wash cloth because the baby has popped off said boob and started crying again because the boob obviously tastes funny. The washcloth comes, all while shaking, and wipe off the nipple and get Steven quiet and eating again, the cold water comes and I take my pill and within about 20 minutes the shaking stops, the baby is fed and my nipples are still sore. My fever went back down to 99 even and I just sat there slightly traumatized. Now, after 10pm, the baby nursed forever, the meds kicked in and I realized… this was the end of our full day at home. Awesome.