Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts

Sunday, May 6, 2012

The Catholic Company Review: Saint Gianna Beretta Molla

Saint Gianna Beretta Molla: The Gift of Life by Susan Helen Wallace, FSP with Patricia Edward Jablonski, FSP

First Son has read two or three other books from the Encounter the Saints series and we've found them to be interesting and enjoyable. I think they're generally recommended for 9 to 12 year olds, but the reading level seems to be a little lower than that to me, perhaps second or third grade.

Gianna Beretta Molla was a physician in Italy in the 1950s, a time when women physicians were rare. Then she married and had children but continued to practice medicine, most remarkably. In the course of her fourth pregnancy, she was diagnosed with a uterine tumor and chose in the most generous way to proceed with an operation to remove the tumor that would give her baby the best chance of survival. The operation was successful, but complications after the birth of her healthy daughter led to Gianna's death.

She is a model of love and sacrifice. She is the only working mother to be named a saint in the Catholic church. St. Gianna is the saint and patroness of mothers and the unborn.

This book is a wonderful introduction for children to this amazing modern saint. St. Gianna's dedication to her patients and family and her love for the Mass are clearly shown.
Daily, numerous patients waited in her office. The doctor knew that many were anxious and worried. She greeted each one with concern and compassion. I must never appear rushed or tired, she thought. My patients deserve my time and my total attention. I want to treat each person as I would treat Jesus himself.
Many times, the saints own words from her letters and papers are used in the book.

I was pleased at how clearly this book explained that Gianna and her husband had three medical options to treat her tumor during the fourth pregnancy. Two of them were acceptable morally, even though one of those would have resulted in the death of her unborn child.

St. Gianna is a particularly good role model for young girls. She struggled with her education, but persevered even through a World War to receive a medical degree. She waited a long time before meeting and marrying her husband, a time when she was always open to a religious vocation but waited patiently to learn God's plan for her life. A loving wife and mother, she continued to work, to provide medical care to those who depended on her.

First Son could easily read this book now, but I hesitate to share it with him. First, my children do not yet understand that pregnancy does carry risks for a mother and her child. We have read many books where mothers die, even where mothers die after childbirth, but this book explicitly discusses St. Gianna's risks in her fourth pregnancy. Gianna's health problems are always described delicately, without revealing too much information for a young reader, and certainly health care during and after pregnancy has improved in many ways, but I still want to protect my little ones from worrying that I might be in danger if I were to become pregnant.

The real problem is that my children do not know what an abortion is. They know that unborn children can be miscarried and go to heaven without being born, but they have never been told that a mother may choose to abort a baby. Honestly, it is not a conversation I plan to have any earlier than necessary. Once First Son asks about abortion, I will explain it to him. Then I will share this book with him, precisely as a way to discuss the beauty and blessing of children and the sacrifice that St. Gianna made for the life of her unborn child. The last chapter especially invites that kind of discussion, prompting the reader to consider how St. Gianna's example can lead us to recognize the value of all life.

There is one scene that seemed contrived to me, one in which Gianna consoles a young unmarried pregnant woman in her office. I understand what the authors were sharing in the scene, but I felt it almost trivialized such a woman's predicament. There is no doubt that choosing life is the moral obligation in such a situation, but I think it imperative we recognize the courage and sacrifice such choices mean, even when a mother's life is not physically in danger.

You can learn more about St. Gianna many places online, like this site.

This review was written as part of the Catholic book reviewer program from The Catholic Company. I received a free copy of this book in return for an objective review. Visit The Catholic Company to find more information on Saint Gianna Beretta Molla - The Gift of Life. They are also a great source for a baptism gifts or first communion gifts.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Ah, Two Weeks!

I've been thinking for a few days about posting on the two week mark - the wonderful time when a mother's body starts to really be her own again. (You know, except for the whole nursing every two hours part.) Scrolling through the blog archives, I realized I already wrote that post. Honestly, though, I think the recovery after Second Son's birth was the easiest yet. I even carried him around the zoo last Friday at exactly two weeks. (Ok, I just carried him to where the fire truck was spraying kids and then sat with him in the shade for an hour or so while Kansas Dad supervised the older three playing in the water, but I still considered it ambitious. We have a picture of his first trip to the zoo, but the older ones were all tired and cranky so it's hard to tell they had a good time.)

I'll just note that Second Son weighed in at 11 pounds, 4 ounces at his two week visit yesterday. That's more than Second Daughter weighed at a month. Today I put him in the BabyBjorn while I fed the kids lunch, started a load of laundry, folded three loads of laundry and put Second Daughter in her crib for her nap. All together, I carried him in it for just over three hours (when I finally took him out so he'd wake up - we want that kind of sleeping at night!). My shoulders ache a bit! It's easier when they start out smaller so you can build up your strength.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Moment of Truth

Most of my maternity clothes no longer fit (a good thing, really).

To save or not to save?

I saved.

Friday, July 23, 2010

A Few Ways to Know You're Nine Months Pregnant

In celebration of reaching forty weeks, again, here are a few ways you know you're nine months pregnant:
  • You decide the sheet on the top bunk is clean enough on linen-laundry day.
  • You sometimes have to walk to the far bathroom in the middle of the night (once, twice, or three times) to ease the ache in your hips before laying back down again.
  • You begin to dig into the stash of prepared dinners (or take advantage of the offers of ready dinners from very kind and generous friends) because otherwise the kids already running around the house would be eating cold cereal for breakfast and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch and dinner.
  • Only a few of the maternity clothes fit anymore. The good news is, with so few clothes, the laundry is always getting done or there wouldn't be anything to wear to the hospital.
  • Every morning, you think "Maybe today." That night, you think "Maybe tonight." In the morning, you think "Maybe today..."
  • Everywhere you go, people ask when you're due. Every. Single. Person. Who talks to you. And you have to cheerfully answer, "Today" or "Yesterday" or "Last Tuesday." You begin to wish people would just say "You look wonderful!" Or maybe..."Let me get you some ice cream!"
  • As you reach into the cupboard for a cup, the baby belly tips things over on the counter.
  • You begin every phone call with a cheerful "No baby yet!"
  • You begin to contemplate whether it would be easier to get out of bed and lay down again than it is to roll over.
  • You are out with the kids on one last play date and realize you can't find your two year old. Just as your heart starts to pound and you feel the panic creeping in, you bend over and discover her standing right in front of you. Hidden by the baby belly.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

My Small Successes XXVIII

I have had a week of finishing lots of little things, so these really are my Small Successes.

1. Kansas Dad and I had a pre-baby date. Grammy watched the kids for a whole afternoon while we ran errands and went out for a lovely dinner without any kids at all. Since I don't like to leave a nursing baby, it'll be a long time before we have an adults-only outing again. (Other than laboring at the hospital, but I'm not sure that counts in quite the same way.) We looked at cribs and did end up ordering one, too. It may not be necessary, but it will ease my mind a little. We also picked up a few things I needed to finish up the last two big Montessori activities I wanted to make...Maybe I'll get to that before baby arrives.

2. Yesterday, Kansas Dad dug out the baby swing and I washed the cover yesterday. Hooray! The girls have been playing with it almost constantly. Hopefully they'll get it out of their system before we want to use it for baby.

3. We pulled out the pool and let the kids play! Twice! And I have a picture to prove it! (Kansas Dad found it, blew it up, and filled it, both times. I sat on the porch and watched, from the shade.)

I love the girls' swimsuits! They're two pieces so First Daughter can use the restroom by herself (unlike the one-piece we have) and the shirts are so bright they were incredibly easy to find in the crowd at the zoo.

4. I also put all those pictures from last week in albums, including an extra two pictures I decided to add to Second Daughter's baby book.

5. And (last one, I promise) my doctor is back from his vacation this morning. He's also on call this weekend, so there is now a very good chance he's actually going to be around to deliver the baby. I would have preferred to already be delivered, but we must look at the bright side, right? Baby and I are 40 weeks tomorrow, so the end really is coming (or rather, the beginning).

Head over to Faith and Family to read more Small Successes!

Thursday, July 15, 2010

My Hands Are Not Full

"My, you have your hands full!"

I hear this a lot right now. As far as I can tell, everyone who says it does so in a friendly manner. I think they're just making conversation. But I have a confession: I hate it. I hate that statement. I'm not really sure what about it bothers me so much.

I think the biggest thing is that everyone should have their hands full. I don't mean everyone should have three (or four) kids. No...I just think everyone should have things to do. Find a career that inspires you, volunteer, bake for the neighbors, pray, contemplate, do something. I admit I wasn't very good at this before I had children. I spent too much time watching TV or playing video games or something. Now I'm a little better about filling our days with learning and serving, though we're still a work in progress. Not that we shouldn't all have time to relax and reflect on our lives, but most of our time should be spent doing something.

I also know a lot of people without kids who are much busier than I am. I have a friend in who volunteers just about every day of the week after working all day. She also keeps a regular schedule as an EMT. She is amazing, and definitely has her hands full, but she's always looking for other ways to be involved.

Secondly, my hands don't feel full. I feel like we have a comfortable life and I'm able to find time for a few extras. Sometimes I can share a meal or muffins with another family. Though someday we'll do more, Kansas Dad teaches at our parish. We have everything we need and if every once in a while we want a break, Grammy has always been willing to help us out. We have friends who may seem like they have much easier lives (perhaps because they have fewer kids), but they are really much more stressed. They feel like their hands are full, and I have no reason to doubt they are.

Maybe I feel like people are making an assumption about how much we can handle. Maybe I think they're commenting on my kids' behavior, as if they were out of control. Maybe I think they're commenting on our family's size (though four is not really so many in our neck of the woods). Maybe I think of some of the other amazing moms I know who have many more kids, or volunteer more, or both, and feel a bit inadequate.

But you want to know know what I really think it is? Right now, in these few weeks, I feel like my hands aren't full at all. Second Daughter sometimes asks to be held, but she's really just as likely to be running around. We usually take a diaper bag, but I leave it in the van. Very often now, I'm not carrying anything at all with my hands. My womb is full, but my hands are empty. And I'd much rather it were the other way around!

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

The Purposes of Nesting

I've been thinking about the nesting instinct recently. (Surprised?) I still don't think it's hit me as hard as it hits some women, but I've had a few twinges. There was, of course, the incident with the toothbrush and the chest freezer. This morning I tacked some window sills and the toy kitchen with soap and water to try to get the pencil, pen, marker and crayon cleaned off. (I had mixed success and have renewed my vow to disallow markers and crayons in the living room.)

It occurs to me, once again, that having such things clean doesn't really make a difference in the health or safety of soon-to-be-born Fourth Baby. What exactly is the purpose of nesting? I suppose there might have been a time when people didn't keep their homes very clean at all, so a general sweep, dusting and washing really did make a difference. Though my house isn't as clean as I'd like on a regular basis (a deficiency I hope to tackle in the next year with the help of A Mother's Rule of Life: How to Bring Order to Your Home and Peace to Your Soul and a regular cleaning schedule), it's quite clean enough to ward off disease. I had a few other thoughts, though, that seem to make more sense in our current situation.

1. So Mom can look around a room without sighing and crying about the state of the walls while nursing a little one. (Not that she won't find a hundred other reasons to sigh and cry.)

2. So the kinds of tasks that aren't done on a regular basis (like polishing the hutch) can wait a few months after the baby is born before being tackled again.

3. To keep Mom's thoughts and body occupied with something besides the baby who has not yet decided it is time to be born.

4. To empty the house of unnecessary clutter so there's room for the baby crib, co-sleeper, baby swing, bouncy seat, play-yard, diaper pail, second changing table, and other such paraphanalia baby seems to require. (It's a good thing we don't own all of those things as my minimal nesting hasn't included any de-cluttering worthy of mention.)

5. So Mom can go to the hospital to have baby in relative peace, without despairing of the state of her home when her mother or mother-in-law is watching the older children.

Anyone else have suggestions?

Friday, July 2, 2010

We Made It!

Baby and I, we made it to 37 weeks. We are officially full-term (not that I had any real reason to doubt we'd get here). Now, as far as I'm concerned, baby can arrive any time.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Um, Thanks...

Today, Grammy and I took the kids to the zoo for the morning. (Followed by lunch at Grammy's house and a trip to her neighborhood pool, which Second Daughter thought was just about the best place in the entire world. I think she laughed for an hour and a quarter straight. Grammy handled a lot of the kid-wrangling, but I'm still exhausted.)

Anyway, while we were at the zoo (and if I weren't so lazy, I'd show you some of the pictures), another mom smiled at me (in quite a nice way, actually, considering what was coming) and asked, "Are you having one baby or two? You're so big."

"Oh, just one!" I answered, laughing;.(Seriously, who asks something like that?)

"You must be due soon, " she continued.

Um...I'm not due for four weeks.

Seriously. She thinks I'm having twins, and soon. Oy. I really must be bigger than I feel, though that's hard to believe.