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Sep 23 2009

The immorality of bringing children into the world

Children born with diabetes, that is. Read on:

http://www.lemondrop.com/2009/09/24/indonesian-woman-births-19-2-pound-jumbo-baby/1#c21850027

Sep 24th 2009 By Emerald Catron

Indonesian Woman Births 19.2-Pound Jumbo Baby

On Monday a woman in Indonesia broke her country’s record for fattest baby, popping out a whopper of a kid who weighed a little over 19 lbs. Sounds like double congratulations are in order … and some painkillers.

The woman, who had previously had three children with a traditional midwife in attendance, was escorted to the hospital when complications arose in her pregnancy, which was nine months along.

The doctors performed a Caesarian section and pulled out the 19.2-lb. baby boy. Doctors are saying the baby is healthy, although his crying is unusually loud, and his apparent love for food has traveled with him out of the womb. Binsar Sitanggang, one of the attending gynecologists, described it as “almost non-stop feeding.”

The baby is probably the size it is because his mother is diabetic, a condition which could have raised her glucose levels and thereby the baby’s, giving him more sugar than he needed and making him grow like a superhero fetus.

Although the largest surviving baby in the world weighed 3 lbs. more than this fellow, topping the scales at 22.44 pounds, let’s not kid ourselves: This baby is huuuuuge. How huge? Here are some other things that weigh approximately the same as Indonesia’s Jumbo Baby.

One of those ungodly gigantic sacks of potatoes that are so big you wonder who buys them.

A car tire. That’s right. An actual car tire.

If you had four 5-lb. bags of sugar, and your neighbor borrowed about 2 cups, the remainder would equal Gigantor Child.

Lemondrop editor Laura Gilbert’s tubby cat.

And this fish.
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Granted, the Indonesian woman who gave birth to this gargantuan infant probably did not have access to information on the dangers of having children if one is diabetic. So chances are very high that this baby is diabetic, too. What if this happened in the United States? A lot of people would be digging into the woman calling her uneducated, poor, a welfare queen, and other unsavory comments associated with women who just have lots of babies non-stop. The 19-pound baby is going to have a lot of health problems and not just from diabetes, either. Then there is the problem of the boy getting teased for being so big in school. But no, every woman has to have “just one more child.” Ugh.

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Aug 30 2009

Only from Glamour magazine.

The Picture You Can’t Stop Talking About: Meet “the Woman on p. 194″

Warning: Post-pregnancy nudity ahead.

http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/health/the-picture-you-cant-stop-talking

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It’s a photo that measures all of three by three inches in our September issue, but the letters about it started to flood my inbox literally the day Glamour hit newsstands. (As editor-in-chief, I pay attention to this stuff!) “I am gasping with delight…I love the woman on p 194!” said one…then another, and another, andanotherandanotherandanother. So…who is she? And what on earth is so special about her?

Here’s the deal: The picture wasn’t of a celebrity. It wasn’t of a supermodel. It was of a woman sitting in her underwear with a smile on her face and a belly that looks…wait for it…normal.

I’d loved this photo at first sight myself–we’d commissioned it for a story on feeling comfortable in your skin, and wanted a model who looked like she was. But even so, the letters blew me away: “the most amazing photograph I’ve ever seen in any women’s magazine,” wrote one reader in Pavo, Georgia. From another in Somerset, Massachusetts: “This beautiful woman has a real stomach and did I even see a few stretch marks? This is how my belly looks after giving birth to my two amazing kids! This photo made me want to shout from the rooftops.”

The emails were filled with such joy–joy at seeing a woman’s body with all the curves and quirks and rolls found in nature. (Raising a question: With all the six-packs out there, do you even know what a normal belly looks like anymore–other than the one you see in the mirror?)

Related: Can We Please Think of Another Word for Plus-Size?

So what’s the story behind the photo? “The woman on p. 194″ is actually 20-year-old model Lizzi Miller, and this is her second appearance in Glamour, shot by fashion photographer Walter Chin. A size 12-14 and avid softball player/belly dancer (”I like exercising when it’s fun”), Lizzi moved to New York City from San Jose three years ago to become a model (a “plus-size” one by modeling industry standards, though hello, at size 12 she’s actually “normal size”…but I digress).

“When I was young I really struggled with my body and how it looked because I didn’t understand why my friends were so effortlessly skinny,” Lizzi told me. “As I got older I realized that everyone’s body is different and not everyone is skinny naturally–me included! I learned to love my body for how it is, every curve of it. I used to be so self-conscious in a bikini because my stomach wasn’t perfectly defined. But everyone has different body shapes! And it’s not all about the physical! If you walk on the beach in your bikini with confidence and you feel sexy, people will see you that way too.”

As for the letters, Lizzi’s loving them. “When I read them I got teary-eyed!” she says. “I’ve been that girl, flipping through magazines trying to find just one person who looked a little bit like me. And when I didn’t find it I would start to think there’s something wrong with the way that I looked. When J. Lo and Beyoncé came out and were making curves sexy, I started to accept myself more. It’s funny, but just seeing them look and feel sexy enabled me to do the same.” Lizzi, now you’re doing the same for all of us–massive congrats on that.

We had some rollicking debates in this blog last week about “fattism” and the TV shows for plus-size women. So let’s start off this week with something we can all get behind: a toast to the woman on p. 194, and to the spectacular sexiness of owning who you are. Trust me, Glamour’s listening, and this only strengthens our commitment to celebrating all kinds of beauty.

Now tell me…what do you think of the picture? Can a photo make you feel better or worse about your own looks? And what kinds of images would you like to see more of in Glamour? –Cindi Leive


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It’s not the fact that she is naked with her bits covered up decently, but rather the fact she is parading her stomch as a post-trophy after having kids. Essentially, she is saying “Look at what I have!” although not directly referring to her prizes but the end result of her own body. She is going to have to work out very hard and even get a tummy tuck to get rid of that revolting loose skin. If that’s a turn off to me, chances are that will be a turn off to other men including her husband. It isn’t bad enough when these post-pregnant women parade their kids around, now they have to parade their naked sagging stomachs around. Ugh.

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Aug 27 2009

Now this is real helicopter parenting.

http://www.clickorlando.com/education/20568523/detail.html?

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Dad Takes Son To School In Helicopter
Landing At Clermont High School Under Investigation

POSTED: Wednesday, August 26, 2009

CLERMONT, Fla. — An investigation has been launched after a man took his son to his first day of high school in a helicopter and landed the chopper on the Clermont campus without permission.

Bart Southern, who rented the blue and white Hughes 300 helicopter from Air Orlando, said he flew his son to East Ridge High School “to make a positive impression on the other students,” according to a Lake County sheriff’s report.

Two deputies spotted the helicopter at about 7 a.m. Monday and soon thereafter received calls from school officials about the helicopter, which landed behind some portables on the east side of campus, the report said.

It’s not known how many students witnessed the landing.

The school principal, David Cunningham, requested that an investigation be launched to find out if there was an emergency. Deputies contacted the FAA, which said the chopper had been rented by Southern.

According to the Lake County sheriff’s report, Southern admitted that he landed the helicopter on the campus.

Cunningham said he would “forward the information though his chain of command,” the report stated.

Watch Local 6 News for more on this story.

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What exactly was the purpose of Southern dropping off his son in a helicopter for? He clearly did not have permission to land the helicopter on school grounds, even if he owned the helicopter. Perhaps Southern was busy trying to be a big buddy to his little buddy (Yo, Gilligan!) in getting him to school on he first day. One can only wonder how his son’s peers will treat him now - like the snob he and his father is? No, it would be wrong to blame a teenaged boy for the stupid actions of his father. Chances are Southern would say something like: “But my son insisted I bring him to school this way!” while the father is busy projecting his fantasies onto his unassuming teenaged son. It just goes to show you how desperate some parents are in wanting to live their childhood all over again through their offspring.

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Aug 23 2009

One is enough. Ya think?

It looks like some people are taking the clue:

http://www.aolhealth.com/healthy-living/relationships/having-one-baby?icid=main|main
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For Some Couples, One Kid Is Enough

A mother of one considers her waning fertility but chooses her life as is.

It looks as if I won’t have another baby. Not for medical reasons (though I’m on the downward slope of my fertility) and not for lack of a loving partner. Indeed, it’s due to the ongoing excellence of my relationship with my boyfriend that I’m hesitant to press the baby issue — even though I count the days when I was pregnant with my daughter, now 14, as among the happiest of my life. I hold the unpopular opinion that having a baby doesn’t necessarily bind a couple together in the way our romantic notion of family claims. The upheaval in a couple’s life is seismic, and the notorious lack of a sound night’s sleep is the least of it.

I don’t mean to be curmudgeonly; I love babies as much as the next person. But their sheer existence doesn’t necessarily spell bliss.

When my daughter was two, her father and I decided that our marriage had come to an end. This isn’t uncommon. While many toddlers are patting the bunny, the relationship that created them is disintegrating.

The husband-now-father and wife-now-mother are so busy peering into the bassinet that they’ve forgotten to look at each other — and when they finally do, they’ve lost interest.

My daughter’s father and I had met in film school. We’d been together more than a decade, yoked not unhappily to one another, compatriots in forging our careers. We were companions who split everything 50/50.

It was all good, if lacking passion. After our girl was born, the inevitable gender differences came — and yes, I’m sorry to report, they are inevitable. Like many fathers, my husband was sidelined until he could relate to our daughter as something more than a miraculous contraption specializing in moving milk through her tiny alimentary canal.

Meanwhile, I submitted to my hardwiring and became her devoted servant. She was an exemplary baby: a champion sleeper, a straightforward eater, and so healthy that the first time she threw up she was old enough to say, “Mom! The Cocoa Puffs were on the inside and now they’re on the outside!” She was — and remains — perfect.

Her father was more involved than many men. He took her for hours at a time, could feed her and change her without needing an audience. (I have a handful of friends whose husbands are happy to do the dirty work of parenting, as long as their contributions are noted and rewarded.)

Soon, he had a relationship with her, I had a relationship with her, but he and I no longer had a relationship with each other.

We limped along, hired babysitters so we could go on proper dates, and spent money we didn’t have on so-called romantic getaways. These were agonizing occasions, because they underscored what we’d never really had: a passionate attachment. In the end, all of our buried passions were directed toward our magnificent daughter.

Our divorce — which I couldn’t help thinking was related to having become a mother — was an incomprehensible life development. It was particularly difficult to grasp in light of my parents’ intact marriage and the dearth of divorced couples in the Southern California suburb in which I grew up.

Back then, “stay-at-home mom” was a classification that didn’t exist. The mothers I knew didn’t work, and if they were dealing with postpartum depression, exhaustion, boredom, lack of interest in sex or their husbands, they kept it to themselves.

For a time, I wondered if I wasn’t a modern day Demeter — one of those women who, upon having a child, find their men to be superfluous. Rather than focusing on their husbands and affectionately tolerating children underfoot, they adore their children and value men for the security they provide, but little else.

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Isn’t it amazing how some women are now just discovering that a baby takes up their space, time, and yes, gets in between their marriage? These tiny third parties have an uncanny way of intervening in a marriage, causing the man to feel pushed aside while the mother loves the child, knowing the baby can’t rebel since the baby knows nothing about rebellion or “I hate you Mom!” (something reserved to the aged 8 and over crowd). Babies are unnecessary in the completion in a relationship - indeed, some people may think a child does not complete a relationship at all, it simply exacerbates the marriage. Most men don’t want to hang around children unless they’re pedophiles. Maybe couples should spend more time bonding with each other in a real relationship, rather than let it go to pot, and waste that time raising babies.

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Jul 07 2009

Owning a private attack machine (and it’s not a pit bull, either)

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31256584/ns/health-kids_and_parenting/ns/health-kids_and_parenting/

When babies attack: Labor pain is just the start

Parents, beware of poked eyes, broken noses, blows to the groin and more

By Jacqueline Stenson

June 15, 2009

Jacqueline Stenson

While other moms were enjoying being pampered on Mother’s Day, Hilary Wheeler Miller was nursing a broken nose that she suffered after being headbutted by her 3-year-old son.

“He stood up really fast and just plowed into my nose,” says the 40-year-old mom from Littleton, Colo.

As a result of the accident, Miller’s nose is now broken in two places and she’ll need surgery later this month to straighten it.

After an emergency C-section for her son’s delivery, Miller thought the worst of baby-induced pain was behind her. But childbirth was just the start.

Miller also got a fat, black-and-blue lip when Nicholas bit her as an infant. During a later roller-skating outing, he pulled her down and she shattered her right wrist, requiring a cast for two months. Miller also has been sickened with various illnesses that her son picked up at daycare, including strep throat, three rounds of pink eye, and a severe case of bronchitis that took months to treat.

“Never once did I imagine having a child would be hazardous to my health,” she says. Today, though, there’s an “ongoing saga of danger surrounding my life now that I have a child.”

Advice books, magazines and Web sites for new parents talk at great length about the aches and pains of pregnancy and childbirth, and the subsequent sleep deprivation and exhaustion. But beyond that, parents are more likely to learn the hard way about various other owies that babies and young children can innocently inflict.

Teeny-tiny terrors

Parents who’ve been knocked around a few times by tiny tots quickly find themselves strategizing about how to deflect flailing arms and legs, flying toys and utensils, razor-sharp fingernails and fists that tighten around strands of hair like a Vise-Grip — and then pull! They search for ways to ease the pain of strained backs from endless hours of carrying around youngsters (often only on one hip, which makes matters worse) and strained necks from gazing at baby while feeding (which is widely recommended for promoting parent-infant bonding).

And when moms and dads drop their guard and take a finger to the eye, a blow to the head or a kick to the groin, they see stars — and not little twinkling ones.

Kris Cambra was in so much pain in April when her 2-year-old son, Truman, poked her in the eye, that she went to the emergency room.

“Think of having a paper cut on your eye,” says Cambra, 34, of New Bedford, Mass., who was diagnosed with a corneal abrasion.

“The doctor used an ultraviolet light to look at my eye and then she said, ‘Yep, you have a scratch on your cornea and it’s shaped just like a fingernail,’” she says.

Thankfully, Cambra doesn’t have any lasting eye damage. But the experience has heightened her awareness of the need to stay on guard with her son, who she says is more physical and prone to tantrums and flailing than her daughter, 7, ever was. “You think, you outweigh them, you’re much bigger than them, so what can they really do to you?” A lot, actually.

Judy Ward, a pediatric nurse at St. Louis Children’s Hospital, says she’s heard about a range of child-induced injuries from parents who’ve called into the hospital’s Answer Line with questions about child health and behavior over the last 12 years that she’s fielded calls.

Her first bit of advice: “They probably didn’t mean it when they headbutted you.”

It may not always appear to make sense at the time, she says, but there are valid reasons why young children do seemingly inexplicable things, like beating up on their poor parents.

“They are, from practically the moment they are born, exploring their world,” says Ward. “Sticking their finger in your eye is no different than sticking it in an electrical socket.”

Tantrums can leave collateral damage

“Pre-verbal” children who don’t have the language skills to communicate their feelings and desires can be difficult because they get frustrated and then act out physically, Ward explains. “Biting, headbutting, tantrums, all of these things are because, ‘I want to go out and play and now you’re putting me in my car seat and I don’t want to go,’” she says. Sometimes kids want more attention or need a change of scenery.

Sometimes they absolutely must have an age-inappropriate pair of Pocahontas earrings. Just ask Sherry Gavanditti, who remembers every dark detail of an outing with her daughter Emily 14 years ago.

“My 2-year-old was fascinated with Pocahontas and decided quickly and loudly while on a shopping trip to a local Wal-Mart that she just had to have a pair of long dangly Pocahontas earrings,” says Gavanditti, 46, of Cleveland. “She was always a very sweet baby and is a wonderful young girl now, but at that time, when I removed those earrings from her tight little grasp, she screamed bloody murder with a spine-curdling ending and ripped the flesh off my right cheek with her tiny little nails like she was dangling from a 10-story building.”

The tantrum continued as Gavanditti left the store (without the earrings). In the parking lot, her daughter “spread out like a 10-foot spider to block entrance to the car and to keep from being placed into her car seat.” She screamed all the way home.

“I came home from Wal-Mart with a bloody face, a black eye and scratches all over my upper arms and chest,” Gavanditti says. “To this day, I tease my daughter about her one and only temper tantrum that almost cost me a trip to the plastic surgeon.”

Ouch! Baby’s a biter
Even infants can inflict excruciating pain to their mothers long after the recovery from childbirth. When Heather Allard’s son, Brendan, was 6 months old and teething, he used her nipples as chew toys. “He bit both of my nipples with his new bottom teeth while breast-feeding and sliced my nipples nearly clear off,” she says. “I have a scar on each one to prove it. My husband said my nipples looked like a pencil eraser breaking off.”

Now 2 and weighing in at 30 pounds, her son wants to be carried around all day. “His favorite place is to be parked on my hip,” says Allard, 40, of Pawtucket, R.I. Not surprisingly, this takes a toll. “My back and hips hurt all the time, my left arm feels like it’s going to snap off and my feet ache.”

Allard also has two girls. And like Cambra, her son is more physical — having, for instance, “headbutted me several times from every angle,” she says.

“Maybe it’s a boy thing or maybe I’m just getting old, but man, I’m in constant pain,” Allard says.

Hitting where it hurts

Dads take their hits, too, often to the family jewels.

“A couple of weeks ago my [3-year-old] son came from the side, jumped in the air, and drove his knees into my groin,” says Laurence Sampson, 43, of Denver, whose two young girls also put the hurt on him at times. “Painful, as you might imagine. Most of the time I see it coming, and just roll my leg over for protection.”

You can’t always protect yourself from these parenting accidents, but it pays to “be aware and alert,” says Dr. Jennifer Shu, an Atlanta-based spokesperson for the American Academy of Pediatrics and co-author of “Heading Home with Your Newborn.”

“You need to try to stay one step ahead of your child,” she says. So if your baby is a grabber, don’t wear dangling jewelry. If your tot is a scratcher, keep fingernails trimmed. And if your child leaves toys on the stairs, turn on the light and look around before you walk them.

Eye pokes can be difficult to prevent, Shu says. “It’s tough because you don’t want to go around wearing goggles all the time.” But there are practical precautions such as not picking up a child who is holding a crayon or pencil.

Still, accidents will happen. And while parents may never forget some of them, especially the ones that require a trip to the ER, it’s easy enough to forgive their devilish little darlings.

Even with a broken nose, Miller, the Colorado mom, hasn’t been scared away from the possibly of having more children — “after the trauma of the nose wears off.”

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This brings back to me a few memories of relatives and neighbors with children asking me to either “hold them” or “touch them” (I am not a touchy feely person by nature anyways, aside from not being a pedophiles [pedophiles love touching children, they do]) and that was one thing I absolutely refused to do. Tiny, iron hard limbs swinging out every which way, not to mention those sharp, pointed teeth which could easily puncture a few veins in my arms, would not be allowed anywhere near me. I have a natural gift for standing away from other people the closer people try to move to me, regardless of age. But back to the crotchnuggets in the article above. I can just imagine the pain of a woman getting poked in the eye by one of these creatures (AARGH! Womb Lice Attack!) and having to go to the emergency room for it. The fathers and boyfriends have even more vulnerable spots when it comes to babies, toddlers, and children.

Gavanditti’s story is a real nightmare, if only because it happened in public, with her cheek being torn open by her snowflake, then having the snowflake blocking the door to the car and refusing to get in. All over a pair of cheap Pocahontas earrings the kid couldn’t have. That child will discover that life is full of disappointments. But at least Gavanditti hauled the sproglein out of the store. Can you imagine what would have happened if another customer accidentally took a hit from this kid? Lawsuits among other things. Well, that is just another good reason to nevershop at Wal-Mart.

A few words about Brendan Allard: he sounds like the typical spoiled rotten sproglein who doesn’t know how to leave his mother alone for one second a day. Be carried everywhere? At the age of 2? He can walk. Thirty pounds at that age is roly poly fatso booby. No wonder he is out of control. My advice: reduce his caloric intake to only a few hundred a day, with no sugar, then he will slow down. Maybe get some exercise, too.

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Jul 05 2009

No, health care should not cover IVF.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/06/26/AR2009062602805.html

Jon and Kate Plus Health Care

Would better insurance have saved this marriage?

By Liza Mundy
Friday, June 26, 2009

Poor Jon and Kate. Their marriage is over, their show on hiatus, their domestic ordeal entering a new phase of acrimony. Possibly nothing could have saved this marriage, but one thing would have made it less fragile: a mandate for health insurance to cover in vitro fertilization.

If the Gosselins, whose efforts to raise eight kids have been chronicled over five seasons on cable television, had enjoyed, and availed themselves of, ready access to IVF — the most sophisticated, controlled and expensive form of fertility treatment — they almost certainly would not have had six children at once. “Just one more baby,” is how Kate described their goal after twins. Without the added stress of sextuplets, they would have had a fighting chance at not fighting nearly as much as they did.

The price tag for health-care reform is already higher than anybody expected, so it’s probably unreasonable to think that it could include better insurance coverage for the millions of Americans who suffer from infertility. But such coverage for women of childbearing age could lower the extraordinary health-care costs associated with the birth of triplets or more. And it would even the reproductive odds, giving middle-class and lower-income Americans access to treatment that is currently reserved for the well-off or the unusually well insured.

In the United States, an estimated one out of eight couples experiences infertility, which is defined as the inability to conceive within a year or to bring a pregnancy to term. Often seen, wrongly, as the self-inflicted punishment of working women who waited too long to have children, infertility is the result of a host of conditions — age, yes, but also infections, hormonal imbalances, chromosomal abnormalities and physical blockage of reproductive passages.

It’s nearly as common among men as among women, and possibly more common among the poor than among the rich, for the simple reason that the less money you have, the less likely you are to have had access to health care that could prevent serious consequences from relatively minor infections. Having less money doesn’t keep you from seeking infertility treatment — it just means that the treatment you get is more likely to saddle you with high-order multiples, whose care you are least likely to be able to afford.

In their best-selling book “Multiple Bles8ings,” Kate describes pretty much that scenario. She and Jon met and married in their early 20s and soon were ready to start having children. She was a nurse and Jon was cycling in and out of jobs. They were hardly affluent, and Kate, who describes herself as having been “raised in an atmosphere of financial stress,” was very money-conscious. While she doesn’t detail what their health insurance covered, the couple lived in Pennsylvania, which like most states does not require insurers to cover IVF, a procedure in which egg and sperm are combined in a petri dish and the resulting embryos transferred into the uterus.

When Kate failed to get pregnant naturally, she sought out a doctor who confirmed that she had polycystic ovary syndrome, a condition in which a woman usually has problems ovulating. Kate writes that her treatment consisted of “painful injections” to stimulate her ovaries. That treatment produced twins. A year later, Kate started longing for another baby — not uncommon among mothers of multiples, who sometimes feel cheated of an ordinary newborn experience and want to try again for a singleton, which is what Kate said she wanted. Jon was skeptical, but she prevailed. This time, she saw a different specialist. They told him they did not want multiples but would not selectively reduce, a procedure in which some fetuses are eliminated through injection of potassium chloride.

The doctor proceeded with treatment, which consisted of injections of fertility drugs, or gonadotropins, combined with intrauterine insemination (IUI), a form of artificial insemination in which the sperm is injected into the uterus. (Kate likely had IUI with her first treatment as well; her book does not make it clear.)

The good thing about this treatment is that it’s relatively cheap, a couple thousand dollars compared to the more than $10,000 average cost for a single round of IVF. The bad thing is that it’s notoriously hard to control how many eggs will be fertilized. The IUI/gonadotropin procedure carries, in the words of one recent study, “an increased risk of unpreventable high-order multiple births.” And for a young woman like Kate Gosselin, the odds of having multiples with IUI only increase, according to Elizabeth Ginsburg, a physician and president of the Society for Assisted Reproductive Technology.

When the Gosselins went for an ultrasound during the treatment, they saw three, possibly four mature follicles, the cyst-like structures that cradle a developing egg. The doctor, Kate writes, told them that they would be unlikely to end up with three or four babies — an odd claim, if he made it — but said that they could forgo the insemination and try again later. They decided to go ahead. When the sonogram showed seven developing embryos (one would later disappear), Kate writes, Jon dropped to his knees.

The thing is, if they had gone straight to IVF, all of this would have been much less likely to happen. They might well have gotten twins, but they would have been highly unlikely to get six. It’s true that in the early days of IVF — the 1980s and ’90s — doctors often stuffed lots of IVF embryos into a woman’s uterus, because little was known about how many might take. The result was plenty of multiple births. Largely because of IVF and fertility drug treatments, such births in this country have increased dramatically. In 1980, only 1,337 triplets or higher-order multiples were born in the United States; in 1998, that number rose to 7,625, according to the National Center for Health Statistics.

Babies born as multiples are far more likely to be premature, the health risks to infants and mother are much greater, and the toll on parents of triplets or more — “severe physical and psychological exhaustion” as one study put it — is immense. “Parents of multiples have triple the divorce rate,” Kate Gosselin claimed in a recent episode of “Jon & Kate Plus 8.” While some parents of multiples took issue with the idea that these marriages are unusually strained, even mothers of twins are more likely to experience emotional difficulties such as postpartum depression, points out Patricia Mendell, a psychotherapist and co-chair of the board of directors of the American Fertility Association. And sextuplets-plus-twins put strains of a whole new level of magnitude on parents.

In recent years, the rate of triplets and higher births has fallen slightly in the United States, thanks to the efforts of IVF doctors to reduce the number of embryos transferred. There are still outliers, such as the doctor who apparently transferred six embryos into “octomom” Nadya Suleman (two of those must have twinned, or split) but they really are, now, the exception. The American Society for Reproductive Medicine has developed voluntary guidelines saying that no more than two embryos should be transferred in the case of women under 35, and doctors should consider transferring only one. This is known as Single Embryo Transfer, and it’s becoming increasingly common in European countries where IVF is often covered by national health insurance. In this country, only a small number of states mandate insurance coverage of IVF, and at least one, Connecticut, sensibly limits the number of embryos that may be transferred.

IVF is better for the mother and better for the resulting child, and it is increasingly cost-effective. Recently, a study in the journal Fertility and Sterility showed that it often makes sense to bypass IUI/injections and go straight to IVF. In this study, couples with unexplained infertility who failed to conceive with a low-level treatment were either given IUI followed by IVF, or were fast-tracked to IVF. The fast-tracked couples got pregnant more quickly, and the overall price tag for both treatment and delivery was thousands of dollars lower in the IVF-only group. The study also points out that IVF success rates have significantly improved over the past two decades, making it more effective than IUI.

And insurance coverage is hardly the big-ticket item you might think: In Massachusetts, which mandates coverage, a 2002 study argued that the rise in the annual premium is really a matter of just a few dollars. Yet replicating Massachusetts around the country is a tall order because of the persistent public view that infertility is somehow not a legitimate disease, or that infertility patients are to blame for their plight.

Last week, advocates descended upon Washington to make their long shot case for increased insurance coverage for infertility treatments. In Congress, Rep. Anthony Weiner (D-N.Y.) and Sen. Kirsten Gillibrand (D-N.Y.) have introduced a bill that would broaden insurance coverage for IVF. Advocates should work to make the long-term benefits clear: fewer high-order multiples, healthier children, less exhausted parents.

TLC has done a lot of the legwork for them. More than 10 million people tuned in to watch the televised implosion of the Gosselin family last week. Maybe no marriage could have survived that many Us Weekly covers or that many cameras. But really, it seems to have been the burden of being “plus 8,” when all they wanted was “plus 3.” If sweeping health-care reform includes more substantial IVF coverage, TLC will have fewer candidates for its carnival sideshow offerings, but that’s a loss most of us could live with.

Liza Mundy, a reporter for The Washington Post magazine, is the author of “Everything Conceivable: How Assisted Reproduction is Changing Men, Women and the World.” She’ll be online to discuss this essay Monday at 11 a.m. ET. Submit your questions before or during the chat.

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The very last thing this nation needs is health insurance to cover IVF. if comeone wants to have litters of children, they should be forced to pay for it out of their own pocket. I have no sympathy for Kate Gosselin of course, since she admitted to lusting for “just one more child” after her twins (apparently she could not handle having those kids, either.) It sucks for Kate and Jon to be so wrapped up in themselves they had to have more carbon footprints rather than adopt a needy child. Well, not too many people feel sorry for this nutty couple, but like me, do feel sorry for their kids. Also, unlike many people, I do not consider infertility to be a “disability”, since in reality it isn’t. This is a thought provoking article, though, and even though I disagree with IVF coverage in health care, it will have to be considered in Congress, especially now that we are well past 300 million people in the United States.

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Jun 09 2009

Babies do not make a happy father.

So much for the psychology that new fathers feel more playful and loving around their newborn kids. Read on:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1191367/The-fatherhood-taboo-Men
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The fatherhood taboo: Men finally break their silence on the ‘potential misery’ of becoming a dad

By Emily Andrews

June 8, 2009

Revealed: Many men feel demoralised, depressed or just plain bored when their partner has a baby

Revealed: Many men feel demoralised, depressed or just plain bored when their partner has a baby

Becoming a father is supposed to be one of the happiest times of a man’s life.

And until now, they haven’t dared say otherwise.

A new genre of confessional literature is breaking the taboo, revealing that many men feel demoralised, depressed or just plain bored when their partner has a baby.

Such work is raising awareness that post-natal depression can hit men as well as women.

One author, Michael Lewis, said: ‘I wrote my book because of this persistent and disturbing gap between what I was meant to feel and what I actually felt.

‘I expected to feel overcome with joy, while instead I often felt only puzzled. I was expected to feel worried when I often felt indifferent.

‘I was expected to feel fascinated when I actually felt bored.

‘For a while I went around feeling guilty all the time, but then I realised that all around me fathers were pretending to do one thing and feel one way, when in fact they were doing and feeling all sorts of other things, and then engaging afterwards in what amounted to an extended cover-up.’

‘Fatherhood can be demoralising. I usually wind up the day curled in a little ball of fatigue, drowning in self-pity.’

Mr Lewis is just one of those who have broken ranks to overturn what he says is ‘a great conspiracy of silence’.

He admitted that, for the first six weeks of his daughter Quinn’s life, he felt nothing more than ‘detached amusement’.

‘The worst feeling was hatred,’ he said. ‘I distinctly remember standing on a balcony with her squawking in my arms and wondering what I would do if it wasn’t against the law to hurl her off it.

‘The reason we must be so appalled by parents who murder their infants is that it is so easy and even natural to do. Maternal love may be instinctive, but paternal love is learned behaviour.

‘A month after Quinn was born, I would have felt only an obligatory sadness if she had been rolled over by a truck.

‘Six months or so later I’d have thrown myself in front of the truck to save her from harm. What happened? What transformed me from a monster into a father?’

Mr Lewis’s book, Home Game, An Accidental Guide to Fatherhood, is published this week.

Ben George, editor of the literary journal Ecotone, agreed that it is time for fathers to find the courage to stand up and talk honestly about ‘the dark moments of fatherhood’.

‘Gone are the days when it was acceptable, maybe even desirable, for a dad to be remote, enigmatic, impenetrable, emotionally inaccessible, unknowable,’ he said.

‘The job requirements for today’s father seem to have proliferated. They are unique to this age, achieving a precarious balance between manliness and sensitivity.

‘We need to admit that dads frequently experience the desire, at times, to be anything other than a father.’

Another author, Darin Strauss, said: ‘It’s different for women. When my son was a minute old, my wife held him up and asked, “Don’t you love him so much?”

‘I didn’t really understand how she could ask such a thing. That purple squirming howler? Men, I think, need to be won over.’

American Steve Doocy, the Emmy award-winning broadcaster and author of the forthcoming book Tales From The Dad Side: Misadventures in Fatherhood, believes he knows why fathers are so different from mothers.

‘New mums are better at parenting than new dads, but there’s a reason why: they are programmed to mother,’ he said.

‘There is a mega-mother industrial complex made up of thousands of magazines, books, classes and TV shows that instruct women on how to raise the perfect child.

‘Across the gender aisle, fathers are usually clueless about what to do. There are no special father TV shows, zero Maxim articles on ‘9 simple cures for nappy rash’, and certainly no practice-dad toys like dolls.

‘A man doesn’t have much of a foundation in fathering. It’s more on-the-job training - and it starts the day he becomes a father.’

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Men tend to be more realistic about raising children - they are aware that babies are not gifts from God (they aren’t) but rather, something that consumes valuable time and resources with zero compensation in the final end. I guess it doesn’t take a genius after all to make a baby - that is something that microbes can do. Reality aside, the “desire to be a parent” is another sign of human socialization and not the end result of an “instinct to breed.” Becoming a parent requires socialization into the process, much the same way education and job training does. I disagree that maternal love is instinctual - maternal love is also a socialized behavior. What with all of the scientific studies and articles coming out in the past year or so about parents being less happy people than those who do not have children, this should not be a surprise. Real happiness is not something that one blindly buys into, thinking: “Hey, my neighbor just had a baby and they look so happy! Maybe if I have a baby I’ll be just as happy, too!” In a nation where very few people engage in original thinking on any level, this sort of thing, when it happens, is inevitable.

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May 23 2009

Minor on auction site bids on and wins a digger.

Minor on auction site bids on and wins a digger.

No, not a toy Tonka digger; a real life digger that is generally used to dig out holes in the ground for building foundations. Caterpillar is one such company that manufactures these diggers. Read on:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090522/ap_on_fe_st/as_odd_new_zealand_big_toy

Toddler buys earthmover in online auction

WELLINGTON, New Zealand – A New Zealand mom made some online bids on toys before napping. Then her 3-year-old daughter took over and bought a bigger plaything than expected — a huge earth-moving digger for a cool $12,300.

Pipi Quinlan made the winning 20,000 New Zealand dollar ($12,300) bid on the Kobelco digger with a few mouse clicks at the auction site TradeMe while her parents slept, the Rodney Times newspaper reported in northern New Zealand.

“The first I knew about it was when I came down and opened up the computer,” said Pipi’s mother, Sarah Quinlan.

“I saw an e-mail from TradeMe saying I had won an auction and another e-mail from the seller saying something like `I think you’ll love this digger,’” she was quoted as saying in the paper.

Quinlan said she had made auction bids on several toy sets and assumed she had bought a toy digger.

“It wasn’t until I went back and reread the e-mails that I saw $20,000 — and got the shock of my life.”

She immediately called the auction site and the seller to explain what happened.

TradeMe reimbursed the seller’s costs for the auction and the digger was relisted.

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I can’t say I feel sorry for the parents since their sleep time was obviously more important than keeping an eye on their toddler while the toddler played on the computer. Were these parents naive enough to think a three year old doesn’t know how to place bids on an auction site? *chuckle* Well I’m sure the seller had as good a laugh over the incident, too. Oh, it is a bit of a hassle to relist an item from a non-paying bidder - I am an ebay seller myself so I’ve been there and done that - but at least the seller gets relisting and final auction value fees reimbursed. Although I hope the seller of the digger eventually sells it for a profit. And that Sarah Quinlan doesn’t allow her very young daughter access to ebay anymore. Doesn’t she know that one has to be at least eighteen years old to do business on that auction site? Duh. No, in her case, a moo.

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May 21 2009

It’s different when it’s your own.

It looks like one very young mother did not want to have a child, after all. Sorry Ma’am, the playground sandbox is not the child return counter. Read on:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090521/ap_on_re_us/us_playground_body

Police: Mom of buried NM boy said she killed him
AP

Associated Press Writer Heather Clark, May 21, 2009

ALBUQUERQUE, N.M. – Police say the mother of 3-year-old boy found buried at New Mexico playground told investigators she intentionally suffocated him.

Albuquerque Police Chief Ray Schultz says 23-year-old Tiffany Toribio was arrested early Thursday.

He says the Toribio told officers she had taken her son, Ty Toribio, to Alvarado Park, where she placed her hand over his nose and mouth and suffocated him.

The boy’s body was found Friday.

Police say Toribio told them she didn’t want an attorney. Attempts to reach Toribio’s mother for comment were not immediately successful.

THIS IS A BREAKING NEWS UPDATE. Check back soon for further information. AP’s earlier story is below.

ALBUQUERQUE, N.M. (AP) — A 23-year-old woman whose son hasn’t been seen for over a week has been arrested in the death of a 3- to 4-year-old boy found buried in the sand at a New Mexico playground.

Albuquerque court records show Tiffany Toribio was arrested early Thursday on an open count of murder and several counts of child abuse resulting in death. She’s being held on $250,000 bond.

Police Chief Ray Schultz says Toribio is a transient who had stayed at a home several blocks from Alvarado Park, where the unidentified boy’s body was found last Friday.

Family members and others contacted police after investigators released an image of the boy. Relatives said the image was similar to Toribio’s 3-year-old son, who hadn’t been seen since May 12.

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At some point, the federal government will have to issue licenses to breed. I really do not care if some people will complain about this license or not. Until human beings recognize that what they are bringing into the world is a human being and not a piece of inanimate property, the so-called “right to breed” is going to have to be treated as a privilege and responsibility. It looks like Tiffany Toribio proved to the world she makes a bad parent. File this one under “She had a baby in order to see if she was going to be a good parent or not.” Well, sterilization will help solve that problem.

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May 15 2009

Men who admit to wanting to get out of fatherhood.

I call this equal opportunity “escaping parenthood.” Read on:

http://www.newsweek.com/id/192463

Slouching Toward Fatherhood

I thought being a dad would come easily to me. But soon after my son’s birth, I was looking for a way out.

By Joel Schwartzberg | NEWSWEEK

Published Apr 4, 2009

From the magazine issue dated Apr 13, 2009

Nearly every night of the first few weeks of my son’s life, I’d click him into the back seat of our minivan and drive him around until he fell asleep. Like so many babies lulled by the humming of tires on pavement, the kid conked out in 10 minutes, but I’d continue on to the closest Dunkin’ Donuts with an all-night drive-thru window, nearly an hour away.

My wife and I made this arrangement to allow her some precious sleep, but as I volunteered for chauffeur duty again and again—each time coming home later and later—we both knew there was more going on than her exhaustion and my craving for doughnuts.

In the parking lot, I would pray my son would stay asleep and not set my already-frayed nerves on fire. I’d cram those doughnuts into my mouth as if they were the last delicious things on earth.

These were the tiny, fleeting pleasures I clung to after my son was born. They felt like all I had left. When a child was added to my life, it was as if something enormous and coveted was subtracted in return, and the transaction left me reeling, like someone who’d just gambled away his soul.

I fell into a well of depression so deep I wasn’t even aware of it. It was only years later, after I spoke to a psychotherapist, that I learned I was experiencing male postpartum depression. It seems ridiculous on its face: men don’t do the hard work of carrying a pregnancy for nine months. We don’t have to bear the pains of labor. We never had an umbilical connection to our children. We just have to hang on tight. But giving my emotions a name, and an explanation, helped me feel less alone and better able to cut myself some slack. Before then, even calling it depression felt like an excuse for weak, pathetic behavior.

This was not what I expected from fatherhood. I was 31 and thought I’d slide into it easily. “What’s a little sleep deprivation?” parents-to-be tell themselves. We got through college, after all. But not 48 hours after we returned home with our boy, a truth dawned on me with shocking force: my life was gone. Movies, sleeping, long showers—all gone. We became slaves to this tiny new thing living in our home, and there was no going back.

I ceded nearly complete authority to my wife, then blamed both her and my son for my feelings of loss and insignificance. I took on every parental responsibility with sucked-up reluctance on the outside and contempt on the inside. My wife seemed to consider me selfish and irresponsible. She was tired, she’d say, of parenting both of us. Even when the bickering ended, the wounds never healed. Our marriage took a fatal hit.

I couldn’t mask my sadness when my work colleagues asked excitedly about fatherhood. “It’s good … well, it’s OK,” I said. “Actually, it’s very, very hard.” By then, I was close to tears. We were all happy when the conversation ended. Later on, they told me I’d scared the crap out of them. I’m sure at least a few went back on contraception.

One day, I sat on the hardwood floor next to my son, both of us exhausted. My son started crying. Then I did, too. Actually, we bawled. I don’t know why he was crying, but I was mourning the loss of my life as I knew it. As messy as it was, that shared sob was our first moment of bonding, and it helped steer me toward responsibility.

Eventually, my wife and I divorced, but our split actually enhanced my relationship with my kids. (We had twin girls after my son.) It forced me to locate my inner parent, the one who tells me when it’s OK to let my son stay up late, when it’s appropriate to be interrupted on the phone by a whining daughter and whether a tense situation calls for stern rules or just an all-out, friendly family wrestling match.

Nine years later, I look back at an old photo of my son and me asleep together on a sunlit bed when he was a newborn. Our faces are peaceful and our arms stretched upward, as if we’re doing a stadium wave. I view the picture as incontrovertible evidence that he was a part of me—a time-sucking, sleep-stealing, delicious part of me. And what’s more, he needed me. I just had to step outside of myself to see it. I was no less a dad all along, just a lost one.

Schwartzberg is a writer and PBS producer living in Montclair, N.J.

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Like I said, equal opportunity. It is kind of nice to hear men regreting they bought into the status of parenthood without questioning it. I’m not saying that men are stupid, since there appears to be an equal number of mothers who have made similar statements about being mothers (scroll down through previous posts). What did Joel really expect from fatherhood? A real-life imitation television ad spot for Pampers diapers? He must have. Yet as with new mothers, new fathers lose their life, too. Now they must create a life around their baby, who they have to take care of. “Our marriage took a fatal hit”, so so much for a baby cementing a relationship. lmao. Well, at least he is honest enough to admit about the divorce. I guess his wife did not have enough time for both Joel and the baby (so what else is new?). I can only conclude with the following: Poor Joel Schwartzberg, just like so many others, don’t know why they had children to begin with.  I can’t say for sure he was once a lost father, though. Maybe he was just looking in all the wrong places for love.

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