Sunday, November 04, 2007

Sunday priorities



So it’s one of those Sundays when I’m full of ambition but short on time.

Would like to:
  • Get bulbs in the garden
  • Read my book (The Birth House by Ami McKay – very interesting, especially in the context of the spouting off I’ve been doing about community-based health close-to-home)
  • Read the papers
  • Work on my photo albums, after making good headway at my first scrapbook crop on Friday night
  • Take photos
  • Go on a bike ride
  • Do yoga
  • Sleep in
  • As always, keep up with my online scrabble games and other Web 2.0-type activities.

Should:
  • Clean the house
  • Do dishes
  • Do laundry
  • Clean off the big long desk in the great room that becomes a repository for everything
  • Do some writing for work so I’m ahead of things rather than falling further behind
  • Do more unpacking and organizing


Must:
  • Procure lettuce for a salad I’ve promised to bring to Sandy’s at dinnertime
  • Feed and interact with kids (two of whom have seen me plenty this weekend after a marathon soccer game in Abby, birthday party in Coquitlam, Bee Movie at Silver City, Ikea stroll from Hell, McDonalds on the way home in Langley kind of 12-hour outing).

Obviously, there’s not time for all of this in one day. Must prioritize. Notice that it’s not pouring rain out and it is early November. Decide this means that gardening wins out in the morning, with the added bonus of fresh air and a bit of stretching to make up for the lack of yoga (because I chose coffee, several chapters of my book, and newspapers and bacon and eggs over the very beneficial Sunday yoga session).

So, do I leave the kids be zoning on screens so I can be more efficient in my limited time morning gardening session, or force them outside too, as it’s good for them to get fresh air?

Decide on the latter, which I know will affect my productivity, but Miles spends enough time in front of TV and computer when he’s home while Dad is trying to work.

So out we go, with the kids assigned the task of pulling out annuals, along with myself, while I prep for planting tulip and daffodil bulbs.

I KNOW I’ll get more done if I ignore Miles and try to hide the fact that I’m planting things, because he always wants to “help”, which takes way more time than me doing it myself. He comes over, holding a slinky that he’s found in his sandbox.

I decide that rather than fight with him or turn him away or divert him or (worst scenario) let him do the planting himself and really slow us down, I’ll incorporate him into the process. So, fifty times over, I dig a hole. He suspends the slinky above the hole as a tunnel. I drop the bulb through the slinky tunnel. It lands safely in the hole and I cover it. Repeat.

We talk about how beautiful gardens are. How the bulbs will rest for the winter and come out in the spring as beautiful flowers. How he loves tulips.

Together we plant faith in the future. That in six months we’ll still be here to enjoy those flowers. He feels part of the process. We work together, until Molly entices him away with a pile of leave to jump in. We have fun. Strike one task off my long Sunday list.

Friday, November 02, 2007

Whose Halloween is it, anyway?











This was written in reaction to a Facebook friend asking me to explain this status update: Anne is saying a society that pressures grownups to wear costumes to work and tells preschoolers not to wear costumes to school has its priorities mixed up!

(While I commend my colleagues for the creativity and energy they throw into Halloween at work, I just don't have the time or energy to do it justice most years. Really, this is all about my sense of guilt. Don't want to be a Halloween grinch or Eeyore, but I find it stressful enough to squeeze time into our busy schedule for outfitting three kids in costume without having to find a creative one for myself. I did pull off two pumpkin patch visits, a daytime tour through The Reaper's, and a theatre production (The Great Big Boo) plus some really fun trick-or-treating with our friends!)

There's a huge culture of dressing up for Halloween at UCFV among staff, especially on the Abbotsford campus where they have a huge party, but in Chilliwack too on a smaller scale.

(A lot of the people who get excited about this have grown children so don't face the Halloween pressures us working mums do.)

Sometimes I manage to throw something together out of our tickle trunk, but I just don't usually have the time or energy to do an elaborate costume for myself after tending to the kids' Halloween needs on top of the regular general chaos of our lives.

The one time we got to Value Village this month I had the four-year-old with me and it was his bed-time, so had to run herd on him while the girls tried to peruse in a leisurely manner.

My boss had a good-hearted idea for us all to be punctuation marks. My colleague Patty and I, the Chilliwack contingent of our department, were to be "en" and "em" dashes, since people often confuse us with each other.

But neither of us owned black clothing to put the white punctuation marks on, and Patty had a hippie costume already, so she wore that.

I dug through the tickle trunk this morning, but had one kid needing help gathering her science experiment material, and another needing orange clothes for Orange Day, and a husband with a 9 am meeting, so I ended up pulling out the old orange shirt for the token Halloween colours.

Was also going to be taking my daughter to the doctor at lunch time and thought I would feel funny talking about possible face fractures (she fell on her face) dressed as a clown, or hippie, or gypsy, or earth mama.

So that's it. Hunkered down in my office as the Halloween Eeyore.

But had fun trick or treating with my kids tonight, which is what it's all about.

Anne

Speaking out for community-based health care




(Written in reaction to stories in this week's Chilliwack papers about possibly downgrading our maternity ward so any mats with any risk would have to go to Abbotsford, which could have quite a domino effect.)

Dear Editor,

Your story about the possible closure of infant nursery beds in the Chilliwack hospital and the effects this could have is welcome and timely. It gives us the opportunity to ask, as a community, what kind of hospital we want for Chilliwack. I hope that most would agree that we want one that welcomes babies and children rather than turn them away.

Many in the community will be aware that it has been some years since we have had access to pediatric beds in Chilliwack. Children who are taken to the Chilliwack emergency ward and who warrant hospitalization end up being transported to MSA Hospital in Abbotsford.

The lack of pediatric beds in Chilliwack has made it hard to attract and retain pediatricians, since they can’t provide in-hospital care to their patients and must refer to colleagues in Abbotsford, and also don’t get sufficient challenging experience to keep their skills current due to the fact that all difficult cases must be transferred.

My son went through an eight-month period in 2004/05 as a toddler when he was hospitalized for asthma four times. Each time, after we were examined by emergency physicians or a temporary pediatrician, we were sent via ambulance to Abbotsford for admission (except for once when we were in the city when he went into crisis).

While he received excellent medical care in Abbotsford, I as a mother found being removed from my community very alienating and difficult. I was removed from my support network. My friends couldn’t drop in to relieve me or bring me food. My husband could only visit once a day because of the time and distance involved and his work and childcare responsibilities. My general practitioner could not drop by on her rounds. We had a different pediatrician assigned to us every time we were admitted (based on who was on call) and I had to lobby each time to be reassigned to my “regular” Abbotsford-based pediatrician. My son has been cared for by 10 pediatricians in his short life. Not great for continuity of care. I spent long hours alone with my sick toddler, who was connected to oxygen and unable to leave the room. I was reluctant to leave his room because to do so I had to leave him in a “crib cage” for his own safety. Being isolated like this with nobody to relieve me made a very stressful situation even more difficult. We also had to endure a scary ambulance ride down the freeway at the height of his crisis each time. (Because of the health concerns and distance involved we were afraid to drive him ourselves and just head straight to Abbotsford from home.) Luckily the weather was always fair for this drive. That’s not always the case.

(During the times we spent in the Chilliwack emergency ward, being assessed or receiving treatment, we were in close proximity to people with stab wounds and head injuries due to fights, and people detoxing from drug overdoses. Not the most kid-friendly environment. The suggestion to create a kids-only area in our renovated emergency ward is a good one.)

While it may more efficient financially and organizationally to concentrate specialized pediatric beds in one community in a region, centralization is not the best model for a holistic type of health care that includes the family, community, and doctors who know the patient.

Since the time of my son’s health crisis, we as a community have been lucky enough to attract two new pediatricians to Chilliwack. This means that for his ongoing health monitoring, we visit a specialist in our own community, who will still have to refer us to MSA if he goes into crisis again.

Now I hear that our fragile situation of re-establishing the presence of pediatric specialists in Chilliwack is in peril again because the Fraser Health Authority may be closing infant nursery beds in the Chilliwack hospital.

Again, the excuse is being floated that we have a modern new hospital being built just down the freeway.

As I understand it after a conversation with my GP, closing these beds could have a domino effect:

Since most healthy newborns now room in with their mothers, the nursery beds are currently only used for babies who need pediatric care and monitoring.

• If we take a way the beds for newborn patients, any expectant mother with any sort of risk factor will be sent to Abbotsford.

• If there are no beds for newborns needing pediatric care, there is even less incentive for pediatricians to stay in Chilliwack.

• If the medium- and high-risk pregnancies are all referred to Abbotsford, there is less incentive for obstetrician/gynecologists to stay in Chilliwack (another specialty that we have had a hard time attracting and retaining).

• If the obstetrician/gynecologists leave, there is less work for anesthesiologists, leaving less incentive for them to stay in Chilliwack.

• If the anesthesiologists leave, the general surgeons won’t have access to them in order to do their work.

• If the surgeons leave, we are left with more or less a glorified residential care facility, not a small acute care hospital.

• If the specialists leave, it will also be very difficult to maintain the excellent relationship CGH has as a teaching hospital for UBC med students and residents (several of whom I encountered and helped to educate during my son’s medical journey).

• And if we allow only low-risk pregnancies to be admitted and deliver at CGH, there is less incentive and opportunity for local general practitioners to keep their maternity skills active.

How long before there’s no maternity care offered at all? I wouldn’t envy anyone who has babies as quickly as I do trying to speed down the freeway to get to a delivery ward, especially in the inclement weather we can get here.

We could face a future where we’re driving down to the big beautiful new hospital in Abbotsford for almost every medical procedure.

Is that the kind of community-based health care we want in Chilliwack?

We have one of the fastest-growing populations of young families in B.C.
We should have a hospital that reflects that status, one that provides a full range of health care and specialists commiserate with a community of this size, one where babies and children can be born and treated locally and hospitalized in their community when feasible.

If you agree with this vision, discuss it with your physician and ask what you can do to help us realize it. Lobby your MLA and make sure he’s aware of your concerns. Contact the Fraser Health Authority and tell them you believe in community-based health care, not a centralized model.

Regards,

Anne Russell