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The Vaccine/Autism Debate: Is It Finally Over?

February 9th, 2010, 8:35 pm by hlafone

Another Momversation. I love these things. (Notice I figured out what was going wrong with embedding the video into the post. Enjoy!)

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Vaccines and autism: for years, there have been talk that the MMR immunization caused autism in otherwise healthy children. Many in the health field, however, dismissed the link. Last February, it was shown that the doctor who first made the link had faked the results. And now the medical journal The Lancet retracted the article in which those results were published, an unusual move on the part of the British publication. But will the debate rage on? Do parents like Jenny MCarthy still insist that the MMR vaccine caused their children’s disorder? Daphne Brogdon of Cool Mom asks, “Vaccines and autism: debate over?”
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You know, as parents we are between a rock and a hard place.

This is a debate that I rarely discuss. I am not a pushy person. I do not care one way or another about you or your children. I am not here to judge what is right and wrong with the way you raise your children. Therefore, I don’t feel like you should judge me for my decisions in raising my children.

Now that we have left all of our judgements at the door, here is my story.

With Caroline, I dreaded the day that we had to go in for our 15-month well baby visit. I cried. I stressed. I read all kinds of scary information. I walked into our pediatrician’s office a nervous wreck. I remember my heart beating so fast I thought it was going to beat out of my chest. The dreaded MMR shot was going to happen that day. I was so uneasy about it.

It would be a lie if I said to you that I didn’t consider pushing this shot back. I knew that Caroline hadto get it eventually to be able to attend school. But I didn’t want to deal with it right at that moment. I just wanted to wait. I just wanted more time to think about it.

Thank God my pediatrician is a saint and I love him. He talked me through it. He held my hand. He wiped my tears. Caroline didn’t have a clue what was happening. She just enjoyed chewing on a germ infested book that a million other people had touched. Her mama was having a mild anxiety attack and she just ate page 7 of an old dirty book.

“Hailey, I would never tell you to give your child something that I thought would harm her. There is NO, I repeat NO proven evidence that says this shot is the cause of autism.”

Give your child a shot… possibility of becoming autistic. Don’t give your child the shot… possibility of child dying from any one of the three diseases that this shot protects against.

Decisions. Decisions.

I did it. I gave it to her.

The simple fact that there was research saying something that was obviously not true (but we didn’t know it at the time) was scary. It planted that seed of doubt in my mind. I did have doubts. As a parent, I think I am entitled to those doubts. I don’t think that makes me a bad parent. I think that makes me a conscious parent. It makes me a parent that does her research and knows what is going on with her children.

With Emma, it was different. The whole debate crossed my mind for about .6 seconds and I was over it. That is what happens with your second child. I just signed the paper, the shot was given and we left. (Of course I giggled the whole time. What? It is just my nervous habit.)

So, tell me what you think. Do you think that the debate will finally be over now that the Lancet has retracted the article by a doctor who “faked” the results? Do you think parents that are dead set on the fact that the MMR vaccine causes autism will still insist on it? Did you ever have doubts about the MMR vaccine? What swayed your decision? Let’s talk about it. (Remember: Leave your judgments at the door.)

PS- So far, both of my children are doing just fine… MMR vaccine and all. ;)

I am tired.

February 8th, 2010, 8:57 pm by hlafone

It has happened.

The back talking has happened.

I am NOT happy about it.

I am tired.

I am going to be honest here… I will pop my children on the hand or butt.  I don’t beat them.  I just pop them.  Well, guess what?  That doesn’t work on Caroline anymore.  Neither does time out or taking a toy away or no ice cream or no candy.  NOTHING!

Why?  Because she is a back talking three year old who thinks she is grown.

I am tired.

Guess what else?

She likes to call people “Do-do”.  We don’t even use that word in our house.  Where did she learn it?

I am tired.

I am a mother of a back talking three year old who can’t be disciplined and calls me “Do-do” for no apparent reason.

I am tired.

PS-  I need your help.  Discipline advice welcome.

Love Always,

Mother who wants to pull her hair out

Thanks.

How Caroline got her name.

February 5th, 2010, 6:54 am by hlafone

Being that Emma was a difficult name for us to pick, you will be surprised to know that the name Caroline came to us very easily.

I loved the name Malone. It popped into my mind. I immediately picked up the phone to inform Ryan. When I told him, there was total silence. I mean like 2 minutes of silence.

“Hello?” I said into the phone.

“Think about that one.” Click. He hung up.

I called back because I was just confused.

He answered and told me to say the name with our last name.

Dang last name. It goes with nothing and it alwayspronounced wrong. I can’t give a kid a name like Malone with the last name Lafone. Insert fits of laughter.

Anyway, we didn’t go through many names before deciding on Caroline. We both loved it. It was old. It was classic. It was perfect. It didn’t hurt that my husband is a HUGE Carolina basketball fan so we could call her “Carolina” as a little nickname.

We had chosen the name Tyler for a boy because Ryan said it one day and we both loved it. It didn’t hurt that Tyler Hansbrough was big time on the Carolina basketball team.

So, Caroline was kind of named after Carolina Basketball. (Not that we are too proud of them right now though)

Caroline Tyler Lafone.

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It fits her well, no? I don’t know… Turkey Nugget might fit her better.      ;-)

Push kids or take a chill pill?

February 4th, 2010, 6:00 am by hlafone

Momversation is a parenting website that I love.  It makes me feel normal… whatever normal means.

They have the greatest panelists on the face of the planet.  Heather Armstrong from Dooce.com, Rebecca Woolf from Girl’s Gone Child, Dana Loesch from Mamalogues, and many more.  They are all awesome.  They are all moms. They are real.

The most recent momversation that I had time to watch was all about baby milestones and our obbession, as parents, with our children achieving those certain milestones.

I, for one, will be the first to admit that I was nuts about Caroline achieving her milestones on time. I pushed for her to acheive them all before it was time, actually, because I thought it made me seem like an awesome parent. Looking back, it was all a big waste of time. (Achieving the milestons wasn’t a big waste of time but pushing my child to acheive milestones was a big waste of time). Regardless of when she sat up, crawled, ate solids, walked, talked, got teeth… it doesn’t matter. She achieved those things and I don’t know why I made such a big deal about when she achieved them.

Emma has been different. First of all, Emma being a preemie had a lot to do with me not pushing her. I had already told myself that she was two months behind. So when other children her age were sitting up and she wasn’t, it wasn’t a big deal. She would grow. She would learn. She would catch up. And guess what? She has. She has never been behind developmentally however, she has never been ahead like Caroline always was. Does it bother me? No. Would it have bothered me with Caroline? Most definitely.

Again, I think it was the fact that I could look at other moms and say, “My three month old is sitting up.” Looking back it probably made me look like… an ugly word that rhymes with witch… during those conversations. I was throwing my child’s achievements in the faces of other moms. And why? Because it made me feel superior? It made me feel like super mom?

The sad part? I can’t even remember when Caroline started sitting up, crawling, walking, etc. I am the same way with Emma. I just can’t remember.

I have friends that have babies and will ask, “When did they get their first teeth?” or “When did they start sitting up?” Umm… I don’t remember. I guess I win the world’s greatest mom award because it meant soo much at the time but I moved on and totally forgot all about it.

I can go to Caroline’s baby book and see when she did things because I wrote almost everything down for her. Emma, my sweet baby, you don’t have a baby book. Mommy was lazy and I call my blog your baby book. You will thank me one day… maybe.

With your second child, you just go with the flow. You don’t get flustered over the simple things that really don’t matter.

I regret pushing Caroline so much. I wish I had savored every minute of her being a baby. What I wouldn’t give to rock her to sleep with that sweet baby breath and soapy smelling hair just one more time.

So, here is the prompt: Your child walked at 5 months? Great! He said his first word when he was barely out of the womb? Super! But why do parents get so competitive when it comes to developmental milestones? Babies are only babies for so long, so is it really important to start drilling them on their ABC’s before they can even hold their heads up? Can’t they just be babies? Rebecca Woolf of Girl’s Gone Child asks, “Milestones: what’s the big rush?”

What do you think? Is it important to push your children to reach developmental milestones? Or should we all just take a giant chill pill?

Watch the video and leave your comments. I would love to hear what you have to say.

Milestones: What’s the Rush?

Just click the above link to watch the video. I was having problems embedding the video into the post. So, click HERE or the above link to see what all of the awesome panelists have to say.

Lots o’ ice.

February 3rd, 2010, 11:03 am by hlafone

The weather we had a few days ago was terrible.

I hated every minute of it.  It did make for a few good pictures…

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Other than the pictures, it stunk.  To add to the terrible weather, this is what my child’s face looks like.  She fell off of the sled, face down in the ice.  This does not equal a good combination.  See for yourself…

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She was still able to give a peace sign afterwards so she is fine.

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What do you guys do in the snow/ice? Was it a fun time or just one big disaster?

Top Baby Names of 2009

January 31st, 2010, 9:52 am by hlafone

I am about to admit something that I have never admitted before.

I don’t love Emma’s name.

Emma Raegan.

Ryan wanted Fiona or Francis. Excuse me while I throw up in my mouth.

I wanted Emerson or Emilyne.

We both loved Lilly but it was just too many L’s with our last name.

We decided on Cameryn.

I was doped up on mag and couldn’t see my baby yet. Ryan went down to sit with her in the NICU and came back with a weird look on his face. I remember he grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and started writing.

“We have to come up with a name,” he said.

“I thought we decided on Cameryn?” I asked.

“She doesn’t look like a Cameryn. She isn’t a Cameryn.”

We were back at the beginning. What now? I knew he didn’t like Emilyne because it rhymed with Caroline. I knew he didn’t like Emerson because he associated that name with a random strip club in SC that he may or may not have ever been too.

We knew Raegan would be her middle name.

Blank Raegan.

Emilie Raegan. Yep. That was it.

Nope, it wasn’t… Ryan wanted to spell it Emily and so we scratched that name off.

Emma Raegan.

“I like it.” I said.

That’s it then!

No five minutes to think about it.

We decided on Emma Raegan.

Don’t get me wrong, it is a beautiful name and she is definitely an Emma. However, the popularity of the name Emma really takes away from the beautiful name. I wish the name wasn’t so popular.

I received an e-mail the other day with the top 100 baby names of 2009. Guess where Emma fell?

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Numero tres.

Emma Raegan.

I guess that’s better than being named after a strip club, having the same name an an ogre or your name meaning “crooked nose”. {Cameryn means crooked nose.}

Now that I think about it… that makes me love the name Emma. To be honest, there is no other name I would have rather used. There is nothing like writing a blog post to make you realize that you really do love your kid’s name. And that my friends, is reason number 543 that Emma will need therapy when she grows up.

Was it hard for you to pick your kids names? Choosing Caroline’s name was easy. Emma… not so much.

Originally posted at Be Serious on January 7, 2010.

Emma Raegan

January 27th, 2010, 8:20 pm by hlafone

Buggy’s story is a little more exciting/scary.

TUESDAY SEPTEMBER 23rd
General Tso’s chicken with lo mein and hot sauce.

I thought it was the death of me.

This was my dinner that Tuesday night.

WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 24th

I made it to lunch before throwing up everything but my brains.

I felt much better.

I even went to my Nana’s Wednesday night for spaghetti.

Hello heart-burn from hell.

I drank 3 glasses of milk when I got home. I hate milk. I should have known something was wrong.

Fast-forward 4 hours… I start throwing up at about 12ish… every 20 minutes until 8:45 Thursday morning.

Ok here is where the story begins…

THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 25th
I had a doctors appointment at 9 Thursday morning. I knew I couldn’t make it there without getting sick so my Mom called for me and moved it back to 10:45. I peeled myself out of the bed, sent Caroline to my Nana’s house, showered (I didn’t even shave my legs… I wasn’t concerned with it at the moment), and made it to the doctor right on time.

Of course they call 3 women back before me… even though they can clearly tell and know that I am extremely sick. ANYWAY! I get to the back and my blood pressure was like 161/108 or something extremely terrible like that. To make matters worse, I go to tinkle in the cup and I tinkle what looks like Bojangles sweet tea. (sorry for being graphic but you need to know that I was one sick puppy). When the nurse sees this, she makes a noise I have never heard before. That makes you feel good. ANYWAY… I knew something was wrong. She then calmly comes and tells me to follow her to a room. She makes me lay down (on my left side… I’m use to this… lowers your pressure) and she turns the lights out.

As I laid there, I still thought I was just extremely dehydrated and had a stomach bug. I laid in the dark praying that if God would just make me feel better, I would NEVER eat General Tso’s chicken again.

Fast-forward 5 minutes… the doctor walks in… with terrible news… “I’m sending you over to the hospital. Your blood pressure is everywhere, you’ve gained 10 pounds in two weeks(I blamed the Kit-Kat bars), and you have +4 protein in your urine.” Ok… maybe the kit-kats aren’t the cause of the weight gain. Sweet. I now begin to break down. You can’t do this to a pregnant woman. Breaking news like that needs to be done gently. ANYWAY… my wonderful doctor called my Mom at the hospital and sent her over to get me.

By the time we get to the hospital (which is really within walking distance) my head is hurting so bad I didn’t want to keep my eyes open. My favorite doctor was on-call so I was happy to know he would be there. I was so glad to finally lay down… then I hear those words… magnesium sulfate. Oh, how much do I hate this stuff. I was on it when I was in the hospital at 28 weeks. It makes you hot, it makes you see funny, it makes ME CRAZY.

Much of being at the hospital is a blur to me. This is probably a good thing. I remember them telling me they were going to have to ship me to another hospital because Baby Lafone would probably have to be delivered. They wanted me to be with the baby and the baby would have to go to NICU. After finding this out… I went blind. You heard me. I went blind. I could open my eyes and I couldn’t see a thing. This was about the scariest thing that has ever happened to me. After going blind, I made myself go to sleep. I couldn’t focus on being blind. I was beginning to freak out.

My labs came back and they were everywhere. My platelets were down to 90,000 and dropping. After doing a little research a normal platelet count is anywhere from 150,000-400,000. Mine kept dropping. My liver enzymes were all out of whack too. They told me I was severely pre-eclamptic and had HELLP syndrome. Go ahead… click the link(s). HELLP is rather scary.

Back to the story. An ambulance comes to get me. When I make it to the hospital, I could see again. But barely. People had already told me that my body was rejecting my baby. They told me that the only way for me to get better was to have the baby. The doctors decided to go ahead and induce labor with a pitocin drip when my labs came back and my platelets were down to 26,000. I was induce with Caroline and I knew that pitocin was a terrible medicine. I hate it. My contractions were coming what felt like every 45 seconds. I would breathe for 15 seconds and have another one. It was just awful.

Like I said before, magnesium sulfate makes you VERY hot. My head and feet were on fire the whole time I was having contractions. My Mom, Nana, and aunt Lesley took turns wetting towels and putting them on my head and feet. Ryan was somewhere in the room. I think he just tried to stay out of the way. They had the air on 65 in my room and I was still on fire. Everyone else had on jackets and were shivering.

FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 26th

Sometime after 12 am, in a matter of seconds, my water broke and I knew the baby was on her way. I knew I had to push and told them. They all yelled for me to wait. Question: How do you wait to have a baby? Do you know how difficult it is to suck a baby back inside? I don’t think you have any idea.

They wheeled my bed to a different room and made me crawl on a hard black table. (SIDE NOTE: Upon entering the room, they slammed my bed against the door frame… HELLO baby about popped out.)

After about 3 pushes, I gave birth to a beautiful 2 pound 15 ounce baby girl at 12:45 am on September 26, 2008.

She was tiny. Her cord was wrapped around her neck twice which scared me to death. Her doctors were wonderful. She got a 5 and 7 on her APGAR which was a lot better than what I thought she was going to get. She went on CPAP for a short time and was off and breathing on her own by the time everyone was able to see her.

One of the best sounds I have ever heard in my whole life was the sound of my sweet, teeny, tiny, baby girl crying for the first time. I waited. I prayed. I heard it. I remember looking up at Ryan and saying, “Do you hear her?” and just crying.

Meet my sweet Emma.

http://www.vimeo.com/6774465

Caroline Tyler

January 25th, 2010, 7:50 pm by hlafone

I was waiting through the weekend to read others birth stories before posting. I guess that’s not going to happen so you will just have to listen to my story. :-)
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Caroline had her little toes curled around my rib for the last 3 weeks that she was in the womb. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I was miserable.

Some people love being pregnant. I will be the first to tell you, I hated it. Both times. I hated being fat. I hated all of the aches and pains. I hated not being able to breathe. I hated not sleeping. I hating not being able to walk/roll over/move properly.

When I went to my 39 week appointment, I was secretly praying for an induction. My wish was granted due to the fact that my blood pressure was a little high, my doctor was going on vacation the following week, and a slow labor and delivery floor.

I went to the doctor about 9 am that Friday morning. I was called about 12:30 to go to the hospital. I was hooked up to pitocin about 3. I got my epidural at 3 and 1/2 centimeters. It was no longer working at 8 cm. That is when it gets bad. The pain was terrible. I couldn’t get a breath because the contractions were coming so fast. Pitocin stinks and I hate it.

I was determined to have Caroline that night. It was the 21st. It was my doctor’s birthday. I love him and I wanted her to be born on his birthday. He said it wasn’t going to happen and went to the call room to sleep.

30 minutes later, a nurse was sent to wake him. He came in and said it was time to push. 52 minutes later little Miss. Caroline Tyler Lafone was born. It was 11:52 pm just 8 minutes away from July 22nd. She made it. She was born on my doctor’s birthday. {Let me also tell you that that was the longest 52 minutes of my life. I didn’t think it was ever going to end.}

She is perfect. She is my first born. She is awesome and beautiful. She is a spitting image of her daddy but has her mama’s spitfire temper.

Meet my sweet Caroline. Here is a slideshow of her first three years. Enjoy!

http://www.vimeo.com/5694400

Birth Stories

January 22nd, 2010, 8:06 am by hlafone

As a mother, have you ever noticed that you find yourself telling your childbirth stories to just about anyone who will listen.

You tell the story over and over and over again until it just comes out of your mouth automatically every time someone brings up having a baby.

Let’s share our birth stories. As you know, I have two. Over the next two days look for them. Until then, add your birth stories to the comments.

All women love to hear them… even if they aren’t a mother yet. Childbirth stories= birth control to the non-parent.

Where did all the swings go?

January 19th, 2010, 7:44 pm by hlafone

Yesterday, everyone was at home. Caroline didn’t have preschool. Ryan didn’t have school. Everyone had the day off to observe the birthday of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Shortly before lunchtime, we all began to get ants in our pants. We had to get out of the house.

We drove to Kinston {we live in La Grange} to Bill Fay Park.

I love this park. It is quiet. It is never too crowded. The other parents are always super nice. It is well shaded. It is a good ways away from a busy road.

We have always enjoyed this park… until yesterday. Can someone please tell me what happened to the baby swings. I mean, what is poor sweet Emma-Bug suppose to do? She is too small to go down the slides. She is too small to run on the playset without one of us holding her hand. We did what any normal parent with a 16 month old would do. We left. We drove across town to the Nature Center.

Don’t get me wrong, we love the Nature Center too. But why did Bill Fay get rid of their baby swings?

Oh well. Caroline thought is was awesome that we went to two different parks. Emma was super happy to swing. Daddy just enjoyed spending the day with his girls and Mama loved taking pictures of all the action.

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