Super Multiple Births: WTF are Some People Thinking?

With the media once again cooing and going goo-goo/ga-ga over another freakish maternity event, let’s take a moment to ponder why medical intervention gone seriously wrong generates such awe and wonder.

I was living in Iowa quite nearby when the McCaughey septuplets were born about a decade ago. I actually knew about it before it hit the news because one of the nurses taking care of the mother was a regular at the bar where my late husband’s pool team played league, and she had spilled the beans to a few of the patrons.

Des Moines was the center of a media storm for a while. Like the Magi, they came to worship the medical cojones that granted a childless couple this modern day miracle. Except they weren’t childless. They had a little girl already and were suffering from secondary infertility. In order to conceive a second child, the mother was put on fertility drugs, monitored and scheduled for an insemination. The cycle, however, produced too many follicles (possible eggs) and the doctors made it clear that higher order multiples (more than twins or triplets) could very well be the result. They were advised to skip the cycle and try again, but the couple was cash strapped. They couldn’t afford another cycle right away and decided to gamble. Because, I guess, another cycle was more expensive than raising quads or quints would have been?

I never shared in the septuplet love. I didn’t think it was a miracle. I still don’t. The McCaughey’s took a huge risk and two of the seven children have paid for it with multiple disabilities.

I know it’s risky to debate because children are born and viable and growing into distinct beings, but once they were merely ideas and potential and it was at that point the feasibility of gestating, birthing and raising them should have been considered rationally.

The California mother of eight is actually a mother of 14 as she already had six other children between the ages of 2 and 7. Without a baby daddy in sight, she is living with her parents. Her father has decided to return to Iraq to find work to support her and his grandchildren (which makes the immigrant in me wonder about the families’ legal status).

There is so much wrong with this scenario it’s hard to know where to begin criticizing, but the lack of any specifics about the circumstances that surrounded the conception, the woman’s partner, her financial position (the family supposedly filed bankruptcy a year or so ago in addition to walking away from an existing house and its mortgage) and why someone in her mid-thirties with six kids already and living with her parents was even considered by a fertility clinic in the first place.

I am not opposed in any way to fertility treatments. My daughter is a product of IVF and began her existence with a twin even, but I was able to support the fruits of my womb and neither the McCaughey’s or this new mega mommy in California were in positions to take care of a horde of babies who would do nothing but grow and consume for the rest of their lives.

As I used to tell my high school students,

“If you cannot take care of a baby without assistance from your parents and/or Uncle Sam, you are not in a position to entertain the idea of parenthood.”

The McCaughey’s got a house and I believe a brand new vehicle along with a mountain of other baby products and community assistance because they were freaks celebrities. I wonder what the baby fevered will be offering in return for pimping the octuplets? Because you can bet someone is right now dreaming up ways to capitalize on one woman’s foolishness.

Have You Joined the Snuggie Cult Yet?

BabyD has been agitating for a Snuggie. It’s a blankie with arms basically and she has fallen completely for the idea of shuffling around the house in fleecy warmth like a midget Branch Davidian. She even has visions of expanding her cult to include Rob and I because according to her the arms would allow us to remain glued to our keyboards in total comfort.

I wrote a 50 something piece about the evils of the direct to consumer marketing that spawns such things as Snuggies and ShamWows and during my research I discovered that this Snuggie thing is not only making someone insanely rich during these dark economic times, but it has inspired quite a bit of venomous response.

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Children of the Snuggies

Despite our elitist stance on television viewing, all of our children are addicted. The two oldest alternate between real time viewing and downloading their favorite serial fare by the season, and the youngest indulges in a cherished rite of passage known in our home as Cartoon Saturday.

A few months ago, Kat discovered a channel devoted to all the old cartoons Rob and I grew up watching. A mixture of American and Canadian fare, we allow it to continue for selfish reasons. Now that we have trained Kat to get her own breakfast, Cartoon Saturdays have become our sleep-in day.

But it’s not just the shows that hold our daughters rapt, they are commercial watchers too, and I probably know more about the junk being hawked to the consuming masses now than when I was watching television myself.

It all started with the Sham-wow, a muscular – almost superhero – chamois that may be the product of secret government experiments. Kat began by regaling me with its virtues and when I failed to be suitably impressed, started in on her dad.

“Do you know what a Sham-wow is?” she asked him one evening on their way to the bookmobile.

“Some kind of cloth you use to clean your car with?”

“Oh, but it is so much more.” Continue reading