• http://www.dpsinfo.com LaurieMann

    I’m in general agreement with Oster. If drinking a little during pregnancy was that much of a problem, every child in France would have fetal alcohol syndrome.

    The randomness of medical advice about pregnancy was particularly obvious to me in the post-birth advice doctors dispensed. In 1980, when I had my baby, I had a young doctor and my roommate had an old doctor. I’d had some complications, my roommate had no problems whatsoever. My roommate’s going home instructions included that she should not consider having sex for at least six weeks. My going home instructions, given by the same nurse a little later, included that I could have sex after three weeks if I felt ready.

  • Cade DeBois

    I think there’s more than ethics that prevents us for studying this properly. We Americans tend to embrace rather puritanical attitudes about both drinking and pregnancy–those two cultural hang-ups combined, this becomes such a outrageous taboo that the thought of questioning the conventional wisdom aroudn it triggers irrational responses and gasps of horror. This is one of the reasons I am so glad I have never been preganant beyond an aborted interstitial pregnancy. It was bad enough having everyone seem to urgently know what was “best” for me when I had an abortion. I think if I had to endure nine whole months of such suffocating, insulting patronizing, I would have gone on a murder rampage.

  • Karie Ryan Ordway

    Every generation has its own rules. And every generation forgets that they lived in spite of all the pregnancy rules given to their parents. And every succeeding generation also forgets that their generation will be viewed by their children’s generation as having narrowly avoiding killing them with their now defunct pregnancy rules. The rules change so frequently now that many forget that what worked for the first child might actually work for the second born 2 years later.
    My grandmother (born 1898) had her 7 babies during the days of the ice box and went daily to the butcher for an affordable slab of meat or the open market and bought a live chicken, or a freshly killed one. Ninety three years later, my d-i-l was worried sick with each of her four pregnancies because the eating rules had changed between each one and she spent her days looking at the older children waiting for the birth defects to kick in.
    I wish common sense was on the menu.

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