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Take two and call me...
February 15, 2008 - Erin O'Neill
I mentioned in a previous blog that my daughter's birth was dramatic. Bordering on traumatic really. I won't go into graphic detail but I will say that, after 14 1/2 hours of hard labor, my child emerged via vacuum extraction (yes, it's exactly what it sounds like). She wasn't ready, despite what the doctors thought and, because I had already been given an epidural, I couldn't facilitate the process. Her heart rate dropped, I was put on oxygen. When she was born, she wasn't breathing. She was blue.
A team of what seemed like 20, but was closer to five or six, doctors did a lot of stuff that I couldn't see and whisked my baby away to the NICU. It was 4 hours before I could first lay eyes on my little coneheaded bundle of joy. I spent most of that time, um, "mending." Needless to say, I have been an over protective mother ever since.
The recent recall of children's medicines and toys has really put a scare into parents who, like myself, are figuring things out for the first time and relying on others to know what they are talking about. It's so bad that recently when my child had a (fourth) ear infection and bad cold, I was extremely hesitant to give her the doctor prescribed antibiotic and cough medicines at the same time. She's fine now.
But how are we to know what's safe anymore? I haven't gotten to the point where I've resorted to having all the Spongebob and Dora toys triple tested for lead and opted for home remedies, but I'm not far off.
I don't remember having to grow up with toxic toys and a fear of overdosing on children's Tylenol. In fact, I remember running a rusty nail through my foot and coming out of it with nary a tetanus shot (I was up-to-date thankfully). Are we overreacting? Or are things really as bad as all that? Time will tell. Perhaps when my daughter grows up, she'll remind me of what a crazy, overprotective parent I was. I hope so.
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