A Normal Pregnancy Is a Retrospective Diagnosis

A Normal Pregnancy Is a Retrospective Diagnosis

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The names in this article have been changed to protect the privacy of all individuals involved.

If every medical specialty has its homily for indoctrinating new members, “a normal pregnancy is a retrospective diagnosis” is the cynical soundbite for obstetrics. It is a patronizing and alarmist statement, meant to distance weary practitioners, terrify patients, silence objections from families, and establish the first defensive perimeter in the legal fortress that defines obstetrical practice in the US.

It is also the perfect, if inadvertent expression of how little obstetricians really know – and how limited the specialty is in its ability to test and expand that knowledge – thanks in part to the visceral fear inspired in patients by statements like “a normal pregnancy is a retrospective diagnosis.”

This homily serves as the opening taunt to one of the more quietly rebellious obstetrician/gynecologists (OB/GYNs) in my new book, Catching Babies. For reasons I’ll explain momentarily, the book began as an expose of the practice of high-risk obstetrics, but it quickly morphed into a novel, an ensemble drama about the brutalization of OB/GYNs during their residency training.

But tonight, none of that matters. Tonight, life is imitating art; nothing from my years of research on the subject is comforting or even interesting; and I want to cringe every time one of the Kaiser people asks this nervous, expectant uncle if he is “the one who wrote the book about us.”

As I hole up on the labor “deck” with worried expectant parents and juggle emails and callbacks from OB/GYN and certified nurse-midwife (CNM) friends around the country, the horrible truism about the medical mysteries that can hijack a “normal pregnancy” – often with devastating capriciousness and cruelty – loses the last of its intellectual and literary charm. This is not a cool case in my new book; this is my family.

Hannah’s growth has stalled in the final month of her pregnancy, and she has actually lost a small amount of weight. And even though ultrasound and all available tests indicate no other problems with what, at 39 weeks, is no longer a fetus but a baby boy with an emotionally charged family name, the protocols at Kaiser call for immediate admission and an induction of labor. There could be a problem with the placenta or umbilical cord, and “Baby Sam” – as we started calling him months ago – might be slowly starving. Or he might just be small. As the homily from internal medicine would have it, Baby Sam has a classic case of “GOK,” or “God Only Knows.”

Which is why I am frantically calling around the country for help, before Hannah gives the final go-ahead for the induction. “GOK” rankles and infuriates me, even if it is honest, even if it is not gussied up for our side of the medical curtain like “idiopathic” – a term meant to sound clinically authoritative by physicians who would rather not admit in plain English that they are clueless about what is happening with a patient, i.e., that they have been reduced by the case, literally, to idiots. But not knowing anything about Baby Sam’s status – other than he sits at the 7th percentile for fetal weight, he is still active, and his heart rate is normal – is especially frustrating, given the freefall Hannah is about to take into the world of cascade birth interventions and potential complications.

My first callback is from Meg, a CNM with 30 years’ experience delivering babies and training other midwives.  “She is right on the edge,” Meg says. “She really could go either way. I would not induce her. I’d have her stop all activity, monitor her closely, and let her deliver naturally.”

A few minutes after we hang up, I get a callback from Tom, Meg’s colleague, also a friend, and a professor of high-risk obstetrics at one of the most celebrated academic medical centers in the country.

“She is right on the edge,” Tom agrees.  “At 39 weeks and 7th percentile, she could go either way. Could be serious IUGR [intrauterine growth restriction] or nothing. And the risks of waiting, though they’re extremely remote, are developmental delay and retardation. I’d go ahead and induce and deliver her.”

Wonderful. IUGR. Developmental delay and retardation. Not an option. I already know what Hannah and her husband are going to do; extremely remote is not remote enough.

An induction, on the other hand, does not guarantee a good outcome either – and it is fraught with the potential for bad outcomes that are not all that remote. An induction, or the forcing of labor with drugs and procedures, often triggers downstream interventions, most notably emergency c-sections, which are already done with hair-trigger frequency throughout the US obstetrical care system; these in turn lead to numerous other complications, including the need for more interventions and c-sections in subsequent pregnancies. The blessing and the curse of modern medicine, from the NICU to the oncology unit, is its ability to stimulate its own demand, and obstetrical practice is the quintessence of this cost-curve-sustaining paradox.

The specter of these interventions – inflated by expectant families’ primordial fear of arbitrary physical harm to their babies and providers’ primordial fear of arbitrary legal harm to their careers – has instituted a permanent game of chicken between pregnant women and the medical establishment. In obstetrics, “defensive medicine” is not just assumed, but actively evoked as part of a normative explanation for medical decisions. I have heard the phrase “we have to do this to cover ourselves legally” uttered to patients with such frequency, it has gone from appallingly crass, to admirably candid, to nearly superfluous.

Whether or not this does explain every dysfunction in obstetrical care, as many would have us believe, medicine does not get any more defensive that this: the inexorable increase in birth interventions has driven a growing number of women away from the medical establishment, off the grid, to home births attended by “lay” or unlicensed midwives. It has spawned a cottage industry of “alternative birthing” activists. And it has inspired language no less ugly than terms like “birth rape” (seriously – Google it) to describe what many view as a mangling of womens’ bodies against their will by OB/GYNs held hostage by lawyers who do not ambulance-chase malpractice so much as hearse-chase mal-outcomes – many of which are the fault not of any doctor, but of nature, God, or bad luck, depending on your beliefs.

Not that a purely defensive induction of Hannah’s pregnancy would protect anyone at Kaiser from a lawsuit. Tom tells me that as an expert witness he has seen perfect replications of her case present twice and go perfectly wrong in both directions: one patient chose to wait, the baby was disabled, and the family sued and won; the other patient chose to induce, ran the gauntlet of severe birth-related complications, and the family sued – and also won. As anyone who has ever had the pleasure of litigation will tell you, its outcomes have more to do with a gothic mix of technical arcana and emotion than anything resembling fairness or truth.  And that is before parading dead or disabled children and devastated families in front of juries without medical training.

The Womb is Not a Study Site

During the long night before Hannah’s actual induction begins, I talk with two more friends, a teaching OB/GYN in Denver and a lay-midwife in rural Oregon. Guess how they vote? The OB/GYN agrees with Tom and recommends, reluctantly, that Hannah go ahead with the induction; the midwife of course recommends getting her and Baby Sam the hell out of the hospital.

“IUGR, placental disorder, developmental delay and retardation,” I remind the midwife. “This is not a family of gamblers.” Like a growing number of women, Hannah has been wanting as natural a childbirth as possible, inside the traditional birthing system. But “7th percentile” sounds tiny, puny, scary; maybe not for weight distribution among a sample packed as tightly as near-term babies, and definitely not to somebody who understands biostatistics and just wrote a book on this very subject; but it sounds terrifyingly small and vulnerable to people who want and expect a healthy baby.

More pacing on the labor deck. What to do, who knows? Perfectly consistent with the absence of definitive data and driven, like patients, by their own temperaments, values and biases, my OB friends say intervene and my midwife friends say do not intervene. So is this a normal pregnancy? Or a family heartbreak in slow motion?? Can’t we have our retrospective diagnosis now???

The smart-ass answer to this entire problem – the one I might give on a panel at a health care conference – is that we need to study the problem. We could settle this matter within months with a clinical trial: randomly assign 500 women who present with late-term stalled fetal growth to induction versus no induction, stratify by number of weeks of pregnancy and fetal weight, and see what happens.

What would happen, of course, is nothing. No expectant mothers would sign up for the trial, for fear of relinquishing control to randomness; and an absence of subjects would not matter because no hospital’s Institutional Review Board (IRB) would sign up to host the research. I imagine the only folks really interested in seeing anyone undertake such a study would be the plaintiff’s bar, who would line up and count off by ones-and-twos to represent the “victims” on either side of it. But even if, through the twin miracles of fundamental malpractice reform (meaning profound process reform, not just economic futzing) and an emboldened medical research bureaucracy, the study were initiated, it would quickly be terminated for ethical reasons. Many expectant mothers would suffer mildly or moderately bad outcomes, and a small number of babies would suffer catastrophic outcomes – something society could no more countenance than my family could for Baby Sam.

Which makes Hannah’s situation not only vexing, but a post-modern American medical classic: what is best for Hannah and Baby Sam, absent the retrospective diagnosis we desperately wish we had, is not what would be best for the overall population. The situation is even more complex when you factor in potential divergences between the needs of an expectant mother and her near-term baby – where the mostly male politicians start showing up with their mouths open – but we have enough to worry about tonight. For us, right now, Baby Sam comes first; he is Hannah’s baby, not everybody else’s data point. The nominal risks associated with an induction are minuscule compared with the remote but catastrophic risks associated with fetal distress, developmental delay, or the word Tom spared me on the phone but we both know is relevant to IUGR, the one word I dare not utter in Hannah’s labor and delivery room: “stillbirth.”

The induction process begins in the morning.  The Kaiser care team gives Hannah the drug CYTOTEC (misoprostol) – the drug used in conjunction with the politically incendiary medication, RU-486, or “abortion pill” – hoping this will ripen her cervix and stimulate labor.

Several hours of waiting, worrying, praying, and staring at the fetal heart rate and uterine pressure monitors, and nothing. Hannah’s care team escalates to intravenous injections of PITOCIN (oxytocin).  In clinical shorthand, they are “pitting” her – a weirdly apt way to describe throwing one’s body somewhere it does not want to go on its own.

The day wears on, turns into evening, then another day. Hannah’s labor does not progress. She is starting to weary of the process, and she’s hungry; they have put her on a restrictive diet, of course, assuming she will soon go into labor and deliver. When her blood sugar starts dropping, they let her go back on solid food.  Her energy picks up, enough to start arguing that maybe she should just go home and wait.  “Maybe this is a sign that Sam is fine,” she says, “and
he just doesn’t want to be born yet.”

The Kaiser people get wind of our conversation when they walk in to check her IV, and send in the CNM who has just begun her shift.

She runs through the same argument that had brought Hannah in two days earlier.

This time, Hannah argues back.

“Do you know what could happen, if you wait?” the CNM finally says with an impatient sigh. “Your baby – he could be – stillborn.”

The ugly stench of the word fills the chlorine air of the delivery room, where it hovers, like a dead infant in a shroud, for all of us to behold.

“It’s actually time,” the CNM adds, “to move things along and break your water.”

There is no argument from Hannah or anyone else.

The next stop on the standard tour of birth interventions is the rupturing of Hannah’s membranes, or the amniotic sac that holds and protects Baby Sam. This would be the point of no return, an irreversible procedure that could well result in a massive infection if it did not work in short order, thus guaranteeing the necessity of a c-section.

Why did all of this suddenly feel like a runaway train? It would be causally accurate and certainly easy to blame the American legal system for the collision in our nation’s delivery rooms between what patients want and what protocols demand. But our tort system, with its stupefying processes and swarm of venomous creatures, is not the root cause of the problem.  Rather, it is a symptom of our own denial, of Americans’ entrenched cultural inability – shared by this author – to accept life on its own occasionally heart-shattering terms. Our medical malpractice system, like much of the post-modern American health care system itself, is a house of broken mirrors for our own worst neuroses as a society; and a big part of these neuroses includes our pathologizing of childbirth, along with our pathologizing of shyness, baldness, the normal effects of aging, dry eyes, twitchy legs, and whatever other little misery we can figure out how to medicate next.

As Americans, we seem hellbent on controlling the uncontrollable; this is why we create so many breathtaking medical technologies and give the world almost all of its breakthroughs in the treatment of cancer, heart disease and other real diseases.  But it is also why we grind up tens of billions of health care dollars every year overtesting, overreacting, and overtreating; why we look for someone with deep pockets to blame when things go wrong anyway; and why we demand and expect to get retribution when nature wants – to add insult to our injury – simply to take its own difficult course.

Every Baby Tells a Story

In the hours I have to sit around the labor deck thinking back on every detail of Hannah’s pregnancy, I realize that perhaps none of this would have happened if she had not been overtested and overtreated in the first place. When her blood sugars started coming back just on the high side – based on a crude test known to generate suspicious results – her care team put her on a highly restrictive diet to prevent gestational diabetes. Gestational diabetes, after all, would result in too large a fetus. That intervention certainly worked.

What else would anyone do for their own baby? For every argument for and against Hannah’s dietary reaction, once again the fear of a remote catastrophic outcome outweighed the more likely mildly bad outcomes. These choices are not really rational or irrational, so much as they are differently rational; they are the human calculus of fear and dread winning out over skepticism. From the oversized pre-natal ultrasound clinic at one end of the hospital to the oversized ICU at the other end, patients and their families are driven not by reason, but by faith, fear, guilt, anger, entitlement, and nothing less than what they perceive as the rockbottom meaning of life. And God help anyone who tries to stand in their way, as the hysteria about “death panels” during the health reform debate made garishly clear. With childbirth, all of these forces go into overdrive.

Hannah’s husband and I pace the labor deck.  He reminds me that she is carrying the hopes of an entire family. Baby Sam will be the first child in a new generation, and because of that, he has been tagged by name with nothing less than the legacy of a recently deceased uncle who survived the concentration camps and walked from Poland to Israel. Against a landscape of hope that dramatic – and for every family, the landscape is that dramatic – it is difficult if not impossible for anyone to think clearly about imperfectly informed medical choices: not the mother, nor the family, nor anyone on a jury.

This is why Catching Babies morphed, almost against my own will, into a novel. In my earlier work about the economic and political conflicts that define the delivery of health care in the US, I kept noticing that the greatest variations in care – and deepest cultural angst and antagonisms – seemed always to be associated with women’s health: our grossly disproportionate misdiagnosis and undertreatment of heart disease in women; our obsession with breast cancer when lung cancer is far deadlier and far more preventable; the almost criminal variations in hysterectomy rates around the country; the uninformed, blanket imposition of one group’s religious values on all women’s reproductive decisions. What started out as an analysis of the health policy problems unique to obstetric medicine quickly escalated into outright drama, if only because nowhere else in our health care system have I found the needs and obsessions of individual providers on such a direct collision course with the needs and obsessions of patients.

Like Hannah, we all dream of perfect pregnancies and perfect babies, as if they were natural rights. This happy baby dream can be punctured, often in a few messy, terrifying moments, by the harsh and merciless realities of the working OB/GYN’s world – a world shaped by an OB/GYN resident’s disproportionate exposure not to happy baby dreams, but to disaster pregnancies among the poorest, unhealthiest, least insured, most vulnerable women in society. The specialty has learned to cope, barely, by muttering homilies about retrospective diagnoses; by learning to hate lawyers like they learn to hate cancer; and by hoping for the best (maybe) but always assuming the worst – and treating accordingly. Without sleep, without data, one patient at a time. Who would not find great drama in a medical culture so doomed and dysfunctional, and so utterly driven by the conflict between patient preference and provider prejudice.

But tonight, as I go back to pacing the labor deck alone, none of that matters. And then, a terrible thought: is this somehow my fault?  I’ve spent the past two days in Hannah’s room and the waiting room, exchanging emails about publishing details for Catching Babies. The idea of some perversely cosmic connection sounds totally absurd of course, more than a bit self-aggrandizing, maybe even paranoid. But it is perfectly consistent with the belief, held only half-jokingly by many otherwise perfectly rational OB/GYNs I know, in the existence of  “Call-Gods” – mischievous personal deities who preside over pregnancies on nights when they are on call at home or in the hospital, starving for sleep. But this teleology would not sound all that absurd to a billion or so Hindus, many of whom are just as rational and science-minded as a physician awakened to another precipitous delivery at 3 AM, ten minutes after finally falling asleep.

Breaking Hannah’s water finally works. The artificially induced contractions are severe, throwing her from the bed. The pain is too intense, and Hannah finally relents and agrees to an epidural, which will numb her from the midsection down and cut her off from the core sensations of the birthing process. It is the next car on the runaway train of interventions, and she did not want this one either, but the pain from the induced contractions are overwhelming.

Three hours of pushing later, and Baby Sam is born. He is perfect and pink and healthy.

It had been a normal pregnancy.

J.D. Kleinke is a medical economist, author, and health information industry pioneer.  He has helped create four health care information organizations; served on several public and privately-held health care information company boards; and written about health care business and policy for The Wall Street Journal. The names in this article have been changed to protect the privacy of all individuals involved.

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63 Comments on "A Normal Pregnancy Is a Retrospective Diagnosis"


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Oct 23, 2013

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Guest
Apr 19, 2013

Excellent blog, loved it!! The main thing that caught my eye is “Three hours of pushing later, and Baby Sam is born.” THREE HOURS!! I mean i’m really happy that baby sam was born healthy n adorable… but THREE HRS of pushing!! Hannah! u poor thing!!

Member
Mar 25, 2016

I was thinking the same thing…

Guest
Mar 31, 2011

Baby Sam comes first; he is Hannah’s baby, not everybody else’s data point.”
A classic quotable line.

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steve
Mar 29, 2011

1) There is always a range of error in US measurements. If you are told 7% you need to know the plus/minus. More importantly, what is the size compared with past US measurements, if you know. You note that the baby had lost some weight. How much?

2) Just so you know, we do get women rushed in when things have not gone well at a birthing center. It is a bit challenging to receive a patient who you know nothing about, she and/or her baby is dying, and you get to resuscitate them while the baby is delivered. It would help if doulas and midwives had a history preprinted that they could send with the patient, a medical history not an OB one.

3) In the hospital, doulas are mostly useless IMHO. Maybe they do something useful at outpatient deliveries. They are good at getting in the way and contaminating my epidural sets.

4) Medicine can be thought of as needing to apply large scale statistics to individuals. That means uncertainty. In any particular case, it is difficult to draw bright lines much of the time.

5) In general, we over treat and test.

Steve

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Marie Wnek
Aug 4, 2011

Doulas in my area are specifically trained to not contaminate anyone’s epidural sets or any other sterile set up! We DO NOT want our clients injured. Is that a surprise to you? Sometimes, because I stay for an entire labor, I am the only person in the room who knows what all happened during the course of that labor. I also usually know what issues the mother has, medical and otherwise.

Oh, and it would be nice if the hospital actually had a history from her doctor when a woman is admitted in labor. I am tired of having my poor laboring clients asked ridiculous questions (that could certainly have been answered long ago) as they struggle to stay in their own head while they birth.

As a doula, it is not my job to argue with or question doctors or nurses. I make no medical decisions. All that is the job and right of the parents. In a family centered facility, they are the leaders in the birth room.

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MD4Moms
Mar 29, 2011

Interesting post for those not involved in OB care. As a veteran of thousands of deliveries, this seems routine. I would agree with the first poster that if you substitute grandpa for baby, it is just as dramatic. Medical decisions are complicated and challenging. Doctors are asked by patients to make decisions where the “right” answer is lacking. This is why medical dramas still sell in Hollywood and you will no doubt sell many copies of your book. I have had parents make the other “non-intervention” choice as well – not pitocin, no c-section, and they have a permanently damaged baby. There are no guarantees in life. I base my practice on an open relationship with my patients and count on their participation with an open mind.

My other point is that nested in the original post and responses is the belief that everyone knows best. Everyone who posts (myself included) has one or more past experiences that made the original post of interest. We read it, and are biases are now reaffirmed (doctors love c/s, patients have unrealistic expectations, hospitals are dangerous).

The rub here is the patients that ignore probability. An example would be the 41 year old first time mom who is 50 lbs over weight before pregnancy. She lives in a country with a 30% c-s rate. And she never though that she might need a c-section.

I want to open a medical practice that accepts all patients with an open mind (and provides a discount if you swear off magical thinking) regardless of their ability to pay.

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elizabeth
Mar 29, 2011

I use to work with physicians in the medical field. I know about the intense pressure on OB/GYN’s. I have known many people who did not choose that specialty because of high cost of med. malpractice and everything you have said.

Re. too many C-sections performed my own experience with my first child was that I was two weeks overdue. I was induced and in labor for 15 hours before I heard the radiologist and the obstetrician arguing. The radiologist told the OB guy that there was no way my baby was going to fit through my pelvis. OB disagreed, said something about too many c-sections. He let me stay in labor for 3 more hours. She went into distress and they did an emergency C-section. The doctor then told me I would have to have C-sections in the future because the bottom part of my pelvis is too small. My daughter at delivery appeared to be fine, healthy, etc. but after she started going to daycare, then school I discovered that she has a learning disability that has made her life very difficult.

My 2nd pregnancy was very complicated. But the complications were with me and not the baby. I had so many, I had many trips to the ER, many stays in the hospital. I had a planned c-section and my son was fine. Unfortunately for me during the C-section, a doctor sliced some nerves and I ended up with CRPS and I became disabled.

It took several years for my CRPS to be diagnosed so even if I had tried to sue I couldn’t. My father is a lawyer and I know that many women with complications with their child or themselves choose not to sue or are able to find a lawyer who will take their case despite those advertisements on television.

I have reviewed medical records from HMO’s for quality of care issues. I know that the administration is primarily interested in preventing liability an making money, not quality of care. I think there are far too many constraints on doctors that force them to practice defensive medicine. Health care reform should have a primary consideration of letting doctors take care of their patients without interference.

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Mary
Mar 29, 2011

Utterly enthralling, powerfully poignant and a logophiles delight.
Welcome to the world Baby Sam!

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Emily Stuart RN
Feb 7, 2011

I loved this blog post. I currently have a 1 year old daughter who I gave birth to at a birth center. The experience was great and I enjoyed the whole process despite having no medications for pain. As a current nurse I was drawn to the CNM because of my experiences with them as my teachers in nursing school. Now as a new mother I can say that I made the right choice for me. What I found most interesting about the post was the recognition that over testing does not begin with your arrival at the hospital to deliver, but much earlier on. Of course there is a legitimate reason for most tests but the results must be taken in context and your next decision must keep in mind what you have already done. I think in this case, I would have been in agreement with the nurse midwives consulted and would have watched and waited expectantly. But, I can also see how once you are presented with so many possible paths and outcomes, it may seem best to act. This example clearly showed how the two models of care look at a case with different lenses and why it is so important for families to have a choice of providers and the ability to be involved in their own care.

Guest
Feb 7, 2011

“Baby Sam comes first; he is Hannah’s baby, not everybody else’s data point.”
A classic quotable line.
One can substitute other terms such as:
“Mr. Jones comes first; he is Mrs. Jones’ husband, not everybody else’s data point.”
And so forth.

Guest
Feb 5, 2011

This is one of the best, most moving posts I’ve read in a long time! As a woman who had 2 medicalized births and then became a certified doula & birth advocate, I recognize the life-saving place that interventions have; but I also know that many of these interventions have become common-place protocol and many hospitals pressure doctors to practice defensive medicine in an attempt to avoid litigation. Some have gone so far as to prohibit the families from capturing & documenting the momentous occasion by video or photography. We are a “fear-based” society & nowhere is this more evident than in the world of obstetrics.
This has been a refreshing & candid look at the struggle that faces women, their families & the professionals who care for them.
Congratulations to Hannah & all of you! I am very happy that she & Sam are well.

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I was not talking to another woman. I was talking to a man who described labor as “core sensations”. I don’t know any woman who would use the word “sensation” in this context.
And as I started out with,”But that’s just me, and folks should have a right to make their own decisions of course”.
Considering the onslaught of “natural opinions” here, it seems that I was wrong.

Guest
Feb 5, 2011

J.D.
An outstanding post. I have linked to it HealthBeat (www.healthbeatblog.org) and I look forward to the book.
Jodi– I have to agree. When a woman “smiles condescendingly” when talking to another woman about giving birth, I am surprised and very disappointed.
Blossomd– Thank you for your comments. I believe that doulas and nurse-midwives have a great deal to add to child-birth in the U.S. This is not a knock on OB/GYN’s–I liked the doctors who delivered my two babies.

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Missy Krasner
Feb 5, 2011

Reading an advance copy of “Catching Babies,” I have to say this story rings true for so many woman in America. J.D.’s blog and his book dives into the drama of giving birth, the emotional realm, the spiritual realm, the clinical realm, and they ways in which our healthcare delivery system is strained. His book also charts the ways that medical residents get trained in this system and how they deal with larger healthcare policy issues. It was a truly an inspiring read and I hope more blogs about women’s health get written.

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Jodi
Feb 4, 2011

“I have to smile condescendingly. Having been there three times, I can tell you that you are more than welcome to those “core sensations”, because my definition of them would be more along the lines of “excruciating, [expletive of your choice goes here], pure hellish torture”.”
I have to disagree. I have been there twice, and do not condescend to tell you that, while painful, natural birth is not akin to giving up modern conveniences for no reason. I would agree that a woman, unprepared for labor without an epidural, would probably be severely traumatized by such a thing. Properly prepared, however, I have done it and seen many women do it. It was not to win a medal, it was not simply to sweat up our brows, and as someone who could barley handle our central heating going out for less than 24 hours is is not simply an homage to getting back to nature. The reason I had natural births was to reduce my chances of complications to myself and my babies. I did not want them to get narcotics during labor, I did not want them to endure the unnaturally harsh contractions that induction brings, and I did not want major abdominal surgery. By opting out of an epidural I reduced my risk and my babies’ risk in all of those areas.
So, you may smile condescendingly all you want, but considering that many women choose another path than you did, it may be worth considering that looking down your nose at us and implying that we are all Luddites is not the right response.

Guest
Feb 3, 2011

Thank you to Dr. Kleinke for a well written and thoughtful article. I have been reading with fascination.
As a Certified Child Birth Educator for 15+ years, I was delighted to see Dr. Kleinke realize that the Gestational Diabetes diagnosis was the beginning. Having spent 5 years studying with Dr. Tom Brewer, I know that we need to take a step back and focus on educating women about healthy diets before and during pregnancy. I have seen proper counseling prevent a diagnosis of gestational diabetes many times. It seems to have become the newest excuse for intervening.
Dr. Kleinke, I am sorry you had to deal with Amy Tuteur. Welcome to spin doctor land! Do not blame yourself for your natural reactions — this is what happens any time she enters a conversation. She takes “devils Advocate” well beyond the limit.
Ellen, Eloquently put!
I would also recommend that you all look into the research for yourselves. There is plenty of good research out there on induction of labor. Just be careful to truly analyze biases, controls, & methods.