August 28th, 2008 ~ By: Alisa
Cows in Lancaster County

Cows in Lancaster County

I’m hungry. All. The. Time.

Well-meaning friends will say “Great! Eat! You can have anything you want.” But we live in the age of super-information with its blessings and curses and I know too much to just eat anything I want.

I know my mother didn’t worry about half the stuff I worry about today. But, for the most part, she ate vegetables from local farms and gardens, meats from cows/sheep/goats that ate grass and she was never really into sweets (such is the beauty of being born in the “developing” country).

New Stanton Farmers Market

New Stanton Farmers Market

I, on the other hand, am on the lookout for produce sprayed with pesticides, animal cruelty, and sugar content of just about any processed food out there. And I don’t even want to address fish and its mercurial blessings.

Raw milk cheese stand

Raw milk cheese stand

It’s easy for me to get discouraged in this pursuit of real, clean food; from it being hard to find (on, say, interstates) to possible social consequences (if you enjoy perfunctory teasing for being a vegetarian, you’ll love going 100 % organic. I just can’t wait to start breastfeeding…). But, I stand on the shoulders of giants, people who fought and are still fighting with corporations, the government, and cancer so that the rest of us can be picky eaters. So what’s a little ridicule compared to those real battles? So what if I appear as either a snob or a cracked up, over-protective female mammal? I’m safely tucked in the folds of others who know better. And I get positively giddy when driving through Pennsylvania where I am now, I see cows grazing and find random farmers selling their goods. Chris and I will on the lookout for dairy farms selling raw milk, something I thought impossible in this freedom loving United States. Did I say I was giddy?

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August 24th, 2008 ~ By: Alisa

If I were a Terry Pratchett witch, I would be cackling. As it is, I’m simply Going Granola.

Item: Detoxing the house

Got rid of the conventional cleaning products, things possibly containing bleach, ammonia and formaldehyde, etc. Parabens, phthalates and the likes in my soaps, creams and perfumes also hit the road. I’m making my own essential oil from Thai Basil (soaking in oil for now, will move on to distillation if/when I acquire a distiller, God Oilessentialis willing). I’m in a tizzy about the recently purchased (expensive) mattress and its toxicity level (they get treated with stuff, as you may imagine, for all kinds of happy and unhappy reasons). There are probably a few more corners in our house I still need to inspect.

Item: Baby Gear

Going organic and/or reusable. No PVCs (soft plastic), not to even mention anything painted. Only American/Euro made stuff unless proven safe and/or boutique/handmade in some beautiful village. Also acceptable are used baby clothes, stains and all. I just acquired my very first one, from my favorite Brooklyn ’boutique,’ Fence on 16th, where something like 10% of my own clothes comes from and it looks like a good source of baby things too.

Item: Baby ‘handling’

Dispose of the nonsense crib and stroller racket. Sleep with baby. Considering “babywearing“, constant carrying of the child a la Amazonian tribes for months (6-8 they say) of constant touch. Obviously, breastfeeding (Goddess Lactata willing).

Item: Bottled water

I don’t exactly know what is the deal with plastic water bottles, whether they do or do not leech plastic into the water. But I find them to be the most wasteful and unnecessary product on the market, at least in New York City where water tastes so good. So, for a few months now I’ve been using either the aluminum (lined with porcelain) or the stainless steel bottle filled either with regular or filtered tap water. Both of these bottles have caused me one or two problems along the way (aluminum is pain in the neck to unscrew when thirsty at night, and the stainless steel one has a little whole on top that leaks into my bag when not upright). But, in the last 5 months, I’ve bought total of 3 disposable plastic water bottles, while in the past that number would have been a lot higher, averaging at least 1 a week.

All of this. and much much more, while trying not to annoy my love who lately wonders whom is it he married.

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August 24th, 2008 ~ By: Alisa
Week 26 belly

Week 26 belly

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August 16th, 2008 ~ By: Alisa

It was December of 1941. It was a war time in Bosnia, as it was in all of Europe, and local fascists were murdering local villagers. My grandparents were fleeing through Bosnian woods. Grandma squatted in the snow and gave birth to her firstborn, my father, on December 26th. Someone slaughtered and skinned a lamb and she wrapped her baby in the skin. He was wrapped in it for 7 days, until they reached safety.

On December 28, 1954, my maternal grandma thought she felt some labor pains. She wanted to clean up before walking to the hospital so she squatted over a basin of warm water to wash herself. Without warning, a baby girl, her firstborn, slid out of her and fell into the water, together with the placenta. My great-grandmother had to tear the placenta to free the baby, cut the cord and tie it. (For years after that, great-grandmother would, should mom be naughty, threaten to untie her belly button. Magical realism, anyone?)

On February 9, 1974, around 6:30 am, my dad was getting ready to go to work. Mom saw him off, not mentioning that she had started feeling some belly pains. She didn’t think much of them for most of the morning, but when they didn’t stop by noon, she decided to get that checked (thinking she must have eaten something spoiled). She got ready and walked a kilometer or so to the town hospital and found her midwives. She was two fingers dilated and clearly in labor. That was at 1 pm. Three hours later, around 4pm, she gave birth to a baby girl, her firstborn. Me.

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August 16th, 2008 ~ By: Alisa
Week 25 Belly

Week 25 Belly

Methinks we are entering explosive growth stage…

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August 11th, 2008 ~ By: Alisa

Home birth is fully covered by insurance :-)

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August 10th, 2008 ~ By: Alisa

Just the two of us

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August 9th, 2008 ~ By: Alisa
Week 24 Belly

Week 24 Belly

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August 5th, 2008 ~ By: Alisa

Back in March, when I was still daydreaming of giving birth at home, but we were looking at other options, I called my insurance, a company whose name starts with a neutered bull and ends in an American car, to inquire of their policy regarding home births. And, yes, the answer was a definite yes, they cover home births. Relieved, I put that beast on hold for the time being, while we took time for some soul-searching on our own home vs. hospital conundrum.

Fast forward some 4 months ahead: we made our decision and love our midwife. Coming up is another ultrasound exam and I thought I should call the insurance to see if I need some such silly thing as a referral. I’m part of a the Freedom Plan so, no, I don’t need a referral. Three ultrasounds are covered. Awesome. But, my midwife isn’t. Or, she will be, but at 70% of the “reasonable and customary charge” and only after I pay $2,000 “deductible.” Wha’!!! First off, and I don’t really want to get into it but here it is, this “reasonable and customary charge” is a black hole. There is no way of knowing that what you pay your doctor will be considered reasonable and customary by your insurance and, get this, it most likely IS NOT. Especially if you live in New York where things cost more.

If anyone has ever dealt with insurance deductibles (and this is the first year I am ’cause I got hooked on my out-of-network doctor), you pay your medical bill and then you submit the paperwork to insurance. So, say you paid $1,300 (with your credit card, of course) for 3 months of out-of-network exams. You submit your itemized bills thinking how you only have $700 more to pay before they’ll pick up the 70% and you can breathe a little easier. Eventually, you get a letter back with all those itemized prices that tells you how much of them will go towards this deductible. It’s something like $800 total. You see, at least 500 of those dollars were above the insurance-deemed reasonable amount. You get mad the first time, and you may even call and give them a piece of your mind. But then, you learn and start to expect it and I think they bank on that. You complain once and then you just roll over and take what’s dished out to you.

To get back to my home-birth midwife, she’s not in network. The insurance lady gives me her deductible-reasonable-customary spiel and is ready to get off the phone. Excuse me, I say, but I thought you covered home births. We do, she says. Well, is there anything else I can do to get this completely covered? Only then does she give me something I can work with. I need to call three different nurse-midwives that are in the insurance network and only after they can’t accommodate me, I can call the Medical Management office and ask for an “in-network exception.”

The very next day, I get on the phone again. I know my way around the automated system a little better today: Pressing 1 for English, then 1 again since I’m a member and I need to talk to a representative, 5 because I want to talk about benefits, 5 again because I don’t know what else to press here. I then enter my ID number including the *, I listen to some recorded message about who I am then finally I get to press 0 to speak to a representative and listen to some elevator music while waiting. Ten minutes into this, I’ finally conected to “Cathy.”

- Hi Cathy, I’m pregnant, baby’s due late November. I am planning a home birth but it turns out my midwife isn’t covered. Someone yesterday told me I need to call three nurse-midwives in the plan….
- Oh, you are trying to get in-network exception.
- Yes. - I want to kiss her over the phone.
- Ok, I’ll give you the names of nurse-midwives to call. Ready? The first one is Carol………..
- Hello, hello… hellooo - my phone got disconnected.

Man. I have to try again. Pressing 1 for English, 1 again since I’m a member, 5 for benefits, 5 again for the lack of better option, entering my number including the *,  listening to recorded message, finally pressing 0 to speak to a representative for more elevator music while waiting. Twelve minutes and I get “Trish.”

- Hi Trish, I’m pregnant, baby’s due late November. I am planning a home birth but it turns out my midwife isn’t covered. I just got disconnected with someone else…. She said I can request in-network exception.
- You know it’s really hard to get in-network exception. They are almost never given.
- I understand. I think what I need from you are names of nurse-midwives I can call.
- It’s just really hard to get an in-network exception. You have to make sure that no one around you within 20 mile radius or 20 minutes of travel isn’t providing a service you need.
- Yes, I understand. The rep earlier on the phone mentioned I needed to call three nurse-midwives and see if they would do a home birth. So, if you would, please let me have some names to call.
- Ok, but I just wanted to let you know that it’s hard…
- The names, please.

What was that all about? Did she just enjoy the pleasure of torturing me with the impossibility of the coveted in-network exception? She finally let me have the names and numbers of three midwives, two of which were in the same practice. And no, none of them do home births. One of the receptionists even chuckled in disbelief when I asked her. I chuckled to myself at the same time. Goody. It looks like the “providers” insurance supplied me aren’t really offering the service I need.

Dial again. One, 1 again, 5, 5 again, ID number including the *, pause for recorded message, 0, elevator music while waiting. Fifteen minutes and I get “Rhonda.”

- Hi, Rhonda. I need to speak with Medical Management Department about in-network exceptions.
- Right away, hon.

Thirteen minutes of elevator music. Quick talk to “Sandy”, ten more minutes of being on hold:

- Thanks for waiting. This is now being processed, we’ll let you know in two days. Keep your reference number handy.

[Oh,  Canada....]

TO BE CONTINUED

August 4th, 2008 ~ By: Alisa

For the past few weeks, I’ve been in a strange state. Despite my baby moving inside me and my body getting generally bigger, I often forgot I was pregnant.

I put on hold any birthing research and have only lightly considered shopping for baby clothes, toys and gear. Yes, I’ve been making very conscious food choices, exercising, and paying attention to environmental hazards, but the rest of my world is just the same as it ever was. Actually better: I’ve been feeling super healthy and reasonably energetic (the heat on Sunday morning made my walk difficult, but it did the same for Chris). This must be one of those passing things, change now is undeniably constant. And I want to be un-dumb about it.

So, here, Alisa to Change:

Hi.

I apologize if I hadn’t paid you much attention, though you probably don’t care. I just wanted to say: I know you are here (there and everywhere). I’ll just sit down for this and maybe you won’t knock me off my feet.

Best,
Alisa

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August 2nd, 2008 ~ By: Alisa

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