Homer please turn off the tears. You sound old chill out I’m only 18 no reason to let the faucets run. Why does everybody feel threatened by me here? I said something very meaningful before but some moron deleted it. It goes as follows:
If you know something, by all means tell. If you DON’T know something, don’t act like you know it. Turn it into a QUESTION. Questions can’t be made fun of. I dont’ at least. But if you try to act smart when you are talking caca poopoo, I dont’ like it.
'nuff said
I am going to concur with spathiphyllum. My son was delivered with this rather gastly machine. (I’d post the link, but I’m too tired and depressed to find it. Details available upon request, if anyone wants to e-mail me.) There are very strict guidelines as to the stage of labor, mother’s condition, baby’s weight, and so forth, that few deliveries qualify for its use. If any of those guidelines are broken, the risk to the baby and/or the mother goes up significantly.
Q: Robyn My son was delivered with this rather gastly machine.
Robin, this phtase should be: “My son was delivered by me with the assistence of this rather gastly machine.”
You delivered your son. In the olden days, his chances of being born severly damaged or dead and your chances of survival or sustaining trauma were great. This device assists somewhat in the delivery process and is considered gentler than forcepts.
As such, “devices” are used in surgery, etc., since antiquity (G. Nome’s ‘stone age’), surgeons never operated with their bare hands. Heart-lung machines are arguably the extend of currently used organ immitation. I do not see this as “the convergence of human and machine” being “right around the corner”, even “multiplied 10 times”.
What I didn’t say here was that he may not have been born dead, but because of the aforementioned “childbed fever”, (and which was likely exacerbated by the improper use of the vacuum extractor) he died a month later. And if the infection hadn’t been caught (which it was, but after the baby had been exposed to it, when it was too late to really prevent it), I would have been killed, as well. As it is, there is a very significant likelihood that I will not be able to have more children.
Sorry if I don’t sound like my usual cheery self today. The anniversary of my son’s death coincides with Thanksgiving.
Oh my god, Robyn. What a horrible, horrible thing to have to go through! I can’t even imagine…
As for you, Mr. G. Nome, try studying a bit of basic anatomy, okay? The baby has to twist and turn to get from the womb to the world. Slow and steady is the best way for mother and baby, even if it hurts at the time. To make your idea workable, every would-be mother would have to have major reconstructive surgery. Might as well just grow 'em in bottles and get it over with…
