By: Rachel Lincoln Sarnoff
Could this be the source of serious hormone-disruptors?
Bisphenol A, also known as BPA, has been a rallying point for parents everywhere. Once we found out about problems associated with the industrial chemical, which is used to harden plastics used in food storage containers, water bottles, toys, and other consumer goods, we raised such a ruckus that the substance was banned for use in bottles and sippy cups in 11 states.
On Tuesday, the FDA announced a nation-wide ban on the substance in bottles and sippy cups. Huzzah!
But BPA is still a bad word for many parents who “vote with their dollars” by refusing to buy these products, so the chemical industry is looking for options.
A study published this week found bisphenol S, a BPA alternative, on all cash register paper in the United States, Japan, Korea and Vietnam, as well as on 87% of paper currency and 52% of recycled paper in these countries.
The study’s authors reported that BPS has some of the same estrogen-mimicking effects of BPA, and that people may now be absorbing 19 times more BPS through their skin than when BPA was used to coat paper.
As parents, why should we be worried about these chemicals? Well, first off, as this new study proves, they’re everywhere —even on receipts and money, ubiquitous to daily life. Our kids are exposed to them through multiple sources practically 24/7.
But more specifically, they mimic estrogen in the body, thus tricking it into starting the process of puberty earlier than necessary.
As I wrote in a post about my moody pre-pubescent daughter last year, a study published in Pediatrics found that one in 10 girls has already begun developing breasts—the first sign of puberty—by the age of eight and that the cause might be exposure to hormone-disrupting chemicals like BPA.
And recent studies have shown even more serious problems, like one recently published in the International Journal of Clinical Oncology, which showed a link between a common brain tumor called meningloma and BPA.
What can you do? In addition to limiting your use of plastic, which I shared some tips on last week, and washing your hands, which can not only limit BPA/BPS exposure but protect your family from flame retardants too, consider employing the “no, thanks” method of protection.
Try to use credit cards instead of cash, and in the same way you might politely decline a plastic bag, just ask the cashier to throw away your register receipt. You already have the transaction recorded online and on your statement —should you require a paper trail— do you really need it in your wallet, too?
You can find more on Rachel at Mommygreenest. She also founded EcoStiletto.com, and appeared on Today and CNN to talk about a judgment-free, eco-conscious lifestyle. She is the former Executive Director of Healthy Child Healthy World and was editor-in-chief of Children magazine before she had kids. Rachel lives in Los Angeles with her husband and three children, who range in age from preschooler to teen. You can follow her on twitter @rachellsarnoff
By: Tanya Dodd-Hise
The first few hours after Harrison was born went by in a blur. She arrived at 10 PM, on the hour, and by 11 PM we were back in our room and introducing her to friends and family who had arrived and been in the waiting room. I was running on adrenaline, to and fro between the room and the waiting room. We had quite a crowd, but by midnight we were finally starting to say our good-nights and hoping for some rest. Erikka was resting after her surgery, and they were pumping her full of medications to bring her blood pressures back down to normal while I got to spend a lot of time with our new bundle of beautiful joy. I was having to give her formula in a bottle because Erikka obviously didn’t have any milk yet, and the baby was pretty sleepy after being born to even attempt to latch on and nurse. I remember finally lying down to sleep at about 6 AM, in complete and total exhaustion and bliss; we all slept about two hours before we were awakened by nurses coming in to check both Erikka and the baby.
A couple of days later, as we’re hanging out in our hospital room – a regular room, no longer one of the giant labor & delivery rooms where we had spent the first twenty-four hours – I was sitting on the couch, hanging out with Harrison. She had eaten, I had changed her and swaddled her, and she was lying on a pillow near the window, wide-eyed and looking around (even though I know she couldn’t see very far still). I sat there, as I had been doing most of the time since her birth, staring at her in amazement, with so many thoughts crossing my mind. At that moment, days after entering the world, she was completely perfect. Think about it.
Right now, Harrison has no idea of what hate is. She has been surrounded by nothing but love, admiration, and lots of kisses on her tiny little face (and feet, too). She doesn’t have any comprehension of what it is like to be angry, well, unless she is wet, dirty, or hungry. But it isn’t real, genuine anger. She trusts every single one of us who she was entrusted to, and is secure with her very limited knowledge that we will indeed take care of her. She has never been hurt, or had her heart broken or her feelings trampled on. She doesn’t know sadness, nor does she have any inkling of what it is like to feel guilt or disappointment. Right now, she is absolutely perfect.
How can we protect that? How can we keep her there, in that perfectness bubble where she lives right now? I look at this tiny, beautiful baby girl and know that I can’t do it. One day she will be sad – and it will break my heart. One day she will get mad, at one of US, and I will have to talk her down from the rafters. One day, some little snot-nosed girl on the playground will say something snarky and hurt her feelings, and she will come home crying – and I won’t be able to do a thing about it. We’re not allowed to go scream at other people’s kids when they hurt our own.
I look at her and all I want is to protect her, from all of these things. I pray that the trust that she instinctively has for us right now is a trust that she always has in us. While I may not be able to keep bad, sad, or uncomfortable things from happening in her life, I can make sure that I shield her from it as much as humanly possible. I was worried, briefly, that I wouldn’t fall in love with her as madly as I had the two babies who had come from me, but it couldn’t be farther from the truth. I feed her, I hold her, I change her, I drive her around in the middle of the night if I need to, I bathe her, and I love her so completely. No one would ever be able to say that this child is not mine – and if they do and it hurts her feelings, then they’d better look out!
By: Kerrie Olejarz
Here we were with less than 100 days to go. It still felt like yesterday that we received the call we were pregnant. My mother in law was planning a shower for me, and what started as a gathering in our backyard ended up being coined “My Big Fat European Shower”. A hall had been rented and we were in the process of thinking about a menu, my sister and girlfriend had been recruited to manage all things shower, while MIL paid the hall bill. We worked on a guest list and ended up with 60 women to invite!
Surrogacy friends from out of the country arrived to stay for five weeks, as they have family locally. Having them here with the twins, who were born in India, was such a pleasure and a great distraction from the previous pre-term labor woes. On a Sunday afternoon I took my mother in law over to meet the twins and I think it was at this point that the reality of our baby coming soon hit her. She teared up as she talked about holding these “miracle babies”. She is the ultimate pessimist and our long journey to success surely didn’t encourage any positivity in her. She thoroughly enjoyed meeting the twins and their family and I think this was a turning point for her. She seemed to now show some enthusiasm and excitement for her upcoming grandchild. In order to keep her positive and minimize her worry, we opted to not share the upsets of our pregnancy –like pre-term labor –with her.
It was at this time that we started to look at accommodations and flights for our return to India for baby pick up. We were finally 28 weeks pregnant; who would have thought we would ever make it to this point? Viability was stronger every day so we felt confident that this was going to happen and we should start to plan our return. I booked a bed and breakfast in Greater Kailash in New Delhi. This is a surrogacy-friendly B&B and the owner helps supply necessities like kettles and cribs if wanted. Week 28 was so huge for us! We planned our return to India and actually started thinking about the baby’s room. It felt great to start feeling positive and excited about this baby!
We were due for scans and an update from India this week as well, and this was always an exciting and nerve wracking wait. We knew all would be ok, but deep inside we worried that the scan would show something wrong, or –god forbid –no heartbeat. On the other hand, we could not wait to see the usual six snapshots of the baby and the ultrasound report. It was a challenge to manage these mixed emotions but somehow we always did. A few days into Week 28 we received a parcel in the mail from Alaska. Along the way we had become pen pals with a couple from Alaska who also had a turbulent time in India but had finally had success with the birth of a baby girl six months back. We were just so thrilled for their success as they are truly a loving and deserving couple. The parcel contained a travel bassinet that they had used while in India and a load of clothes that their baby had outgrown. It was an incredibly generous gift from an amazing couple. We were so thankful and so excited to have a great bed/carrier for our soon to be born baby. Three days later our update from India arrived by email. Baby was perfect and our surrogate was doing well. We received the six pictures of the baby, but sadly no profile pics, just abdominal and head circumference, placental activity, and the blue screen measures grid. We loved to get profile pictures, but at this point we could not be disappointed at not receiving them as the most important thing was that baby was growing and doing just fine with a steady and strong heartbeat of 152bpm.
This same day we went to pick up our crib, which was purchased for us by good friends. When they offered to buy it, we said no as it was too much. But they insisted, saying it was a tradition in their culture, so we caved and let them. I will never know if the tradition story is true or not, but we are just very lucky and grateful to have such wonderful friends. We opted for a convertible crib in an espresso tone, absolutely gorgeous, and on sale! We are forever grateful for their generosity and support during our quest in India. My Big Fat European Shower was a month away and we were super excited to see so many rsvp’s. We were now finally 30 weeks pregnant…30 weeks! It was all very surreal for us. We painted the baby’s room a lovely silver grey color with espresso wood accents and crisp white curtains. The room feels relaxed, peaceful, and just so, so ready for a baby! We decided to wait on an accent color until after the baby was born, since we did not know the sex. The room felt complete and it was such a wonderful feeling to finally have a nursery in our house! Friends started dropping by with wonderful little presents for the baby and a girl at work gave us all her preemie clothes, just in case we needed them. The ongoing support and generosity was amazing. We felt so blessed to have so many people following and supporting our journey. We were relaxed, and could see the light at the end of the tunnel. We were in planning mode, shopping for the necessities and feeling so much love around us. Our marriage is so strong and this gift to come only made us stronger. We sometimes found it hard to contain our excitement in private moments together. We knew we had about seven weeks to go until we flew to India and every day seemed freakishly closer.
The following week the girls at work threw me a lunchtime shower. It was awesome and amazing of them to do this for us. We had a good lunch and they spoiled us with wonderful gifts. We received a car seat, lots of blankets, bath essentials for the baby, a play gym that would transition up to three years old, and on and on. It was a huge haul for us, and it completely filled up my car for the drive home that night. The countdown was on for my last day of work and my “BFE shower”. The shower was booked for the first Sunday after my last working day. I decided to take three weeks’ holiday before we headed to India, to tie up any loose ends and relax a bit before my life changed forever, for better.
Week 32 was approaching and this was the week we had to send our final payment into India. It was at this point that our surrogate would get the lump sum of money owing. As difficult as it was to transfer such a huge amount of money out of the bank, it was also easy, as we knew 75% of it went to Sumita. This is so important to us, making sure she received her compensation. Not only did we worry about the baby for the whole pregnancy, but we also worried about Sumita and really hoped the pregnancy would stay put so she could receive her full payment and fulfill her hopes and dreams.
Each step sends a throb to my face… and then to my temples… and then to my ears. Snot is on the verge of cascading out of my nostril, but I sniff it back up because my hands are full and I can’t reach my sleeve, and especially not a tissue. I’m sick. I am a mom, and I am sick.
I can’t remember if I used the thermometer for Bay’s temperature –rectally –or if it was a different one. I also wonder if I cleaned it after I stuck it up there. It doesn’t matter and I stick it in my mouth to see if a fever will accompany this head thing.
All I need is a good night of sleep, I think. And then I laugh.
What a joke the flu shot must be as I am now sick for the second time in two months. They said that because I am a new mom, I need the flu shot and the H1N1 vaccine. Did they forget that new moms do not actually sleep and that their immune systems are weak and that injecting them with a virus may not be the best idea. I don’t actually know how the whole vaccine thing works, but all I know is that I got them, and now I’m sick.
Bay grabs the thermometer out of my mouth and tries to stick it in his… not because I was doing it, just because he puts everything in that little saliva pit. It had only climbed to 96.5 so either I am literally cold, or I need to do it again. Forget it.
Hopefully this tea is laced with super strength serum or something.