As a new mother I am slightly obsessed with
It is not that I love being a mother.
I enjoy parts of it, but I hate parts of it as well. I am just obsessed because I spend most of my time with a small child and she doesn't give me the option of thinking about anything else.
When you become a mother your life changes in ways that you never expected. You do things that you never thought about doing. And you think about things that you never thought about before.
I also think about her mother and her mother before her and how did they manage to cope when I am barely surviving.
I can buy prepared baby food, disposable diapers, plastic re-usable bibs, disposable bibs, and all sorts of other prepared ready made items that were not previously available.
Not to mention my electric steam sterilizer.
Children throughout the ages have died from drinking out of dirty bottles. Just one small bit of technology not only saves time but also saves lives.
When my mother was ill in the hospital she was hooked up to all sorts of life saving equipment.
Fortunately before she had her first stroke she had signed a Living Will giving power of attorney to my father to decide whether what she was living was life. After the fifth or sixth stroke when the doctors determined that she would never recover from the coma she had entered, my father had the strength to decide that even though her heart was beating my mother was no longer alive. Technology had not provided my mother with a steam sterilizer when her children were small, but by the time they had grown, technology had turned doctors into gods, who kept people breathing even after they had died. My father and I had a small battle to convince the hospital to let my mother die.
It is an experience that I never want to relive.
Before my daughter was born I had long discussions with my husband to decide
what we would do if our child was born with something seriously wrong. I have a
nephew who was hooked up to machines from the minute he was born until his death
six weeks later. I did not want a child of mine to live like that. I did not
want to have to fight with another hospital about their right to use their
technology to prolong a life that was not meant to be.
Fortunately our child was born healthy and I did not have to make any decisions.
This week I will put my steam sterilizer away in the attic until I need it for the next child.