A Story of Two Pregnancies, Stress, and Childhood Asthma

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I was thinking about my two pregnancies this morning, and I’ll tell you why that’s relevant to this blog if you’ll bear with me for a paragraph or five.

First, there’s AG.

My pregnancy with her in 1998 was of the Oh, NO. I can’t be pregnant. Not PREGNANT variety. One month out of college, broke because the soon-to-be Mr. Asthma Mom and I both paid for school with the usual juggle of student loans, scholarships, and multiple part-time jobs. Plus, when I took that home pregnancy test? I lacked health insurance. At 22, I no longer qualified under my father’s retired military benefits and in the few weeks since my graduation, hadn’t yet found a job with benefits.

So you can picture it, I’m sure. No money, no health care, no real stability. My parents were focused on their hostile separation and divorce, and his lived in Texas. In the interest of finding steady work before my stomach started to pop out and employers would calculate how months they could get out of me before I gave birth, I took a glorified secretary job at a local radio station. Lowly wages and boring work, but hey–we paid the rent on time and could buy food, at least.

However, I never did get health insurance until the fifth month of my pregnancy, a result of waiting periods for both our jobs and the beyond-broken system. Medicaid failed us during my first trimester because our combined pay just creeped over the poverty limit at the same time our college bills, rent, and utilities left no money for out-of-pocket appointments without coverage.

In a word, I’d call that first pregnancy stressful.

Now, jump ahead a couple years. Despite our very dubious beginning, our family is more or less stable. I’m 25 and pregnant with my second daughter. AG is a two year-old asthmatic, and we all have health insurance. We have actually managed to buy our first home, and Mr. Asthma Mom’s work is steady enough that I’ve just left my full-time job to stay home with AG for a few years. We still don’t have much money and never, for example, get to go on vacation, but we do have a more secure footing and I’m grateful to spend my daughter’s early years with her.

And also? We actually planned this pregnancy, and that feels worlds easier, too. Not only are my mind and heart in a place that’s less shell-shocked (like AG’s pregnancy) and more already-buckled-in-and-ready-to-amp-up-the-speed, but all the tangible things are in place, too. We already have the crib, the carseat, the clothes, and the baby toys as AG has outgrown them. This pregnancy makes for a much smoother journey.

Here’s the point I’m trying to make: even though my life pretty much aligns with this study, I greet the news with a big, resounding

Meh.

We already know that stress = health risks, no? And further, while the pregnancy books don’t go into any great detail, we know stress affects babies, too.

But here’s the bigger reason behind my indifference. Suppose researchers build on this study, keep digging and reviewing and find enough evidence to take all the conditional words like might and suggest out of the results to say, If you’re under lots of stress then your baby is more likely to have asthma and/or allergies.

Then what?

Obstetricians already tell expectant moms to keep the stress down and get lots of sleep, and those personal measures only work to a certain point, don’t they? For a shockingly high number of U.S. women, everyday stresses don’t even come close to some of the realities of their lives:

Substandard health care or (in my case back then) no health care.
Poverty.
Inner-city crime.
Lower salaries for women.

And apparently, women have good reason to stress over money since economic problems hit them hardest.

I mostly buy into the theory that every bit of asthma information adds a little more color to the canvas. Until we get the full picture, who knows which parts will end up crucial link for a cure or a vaccine?

So, okay. Stress is bad. For lots of reasons.

Now what can we do to take some of that stress off women, give them less anxiety about the things they can’t control.

Universal health care, for example. Yeah, I know it’s not a perfect solution because there is no perfect solution. And can we get any worse than this?

I know one of favorite complaints against universal health coverage is the idea of government’s meddling in health care, and I have to wonder how many of these people have ever been denied coverage themselves. If they know the health anxiety–the stress–of the uninsured.

Going back to my own example way back when, I didn’t lack health insurance because I was lazy, unemployed, trying to milk the system, or (fill in any other assumption here):

- I was college-educated.
- I worked a full-time job.
- Medicaid wouldn’t cover me for the first trimester until my job’s insurance kicked in because of our combined income.
- I had no money for the full price of OB appointments without insurance because I was responsible and paying my bills.
- I was more than willing to pay for any insurance, but my job’s plan entailed a several-month waiting period and I had no stop-gap options available.

Pregnant, uninsured and terrified, I would have taken any health care in the interim until my job’s plan covered me, under any terms. Let’s also remember that people who have the luxury to oppose universal health care from a political, hypothetical standpoint only generally already have coverage themselves. But if they polled the high number of uninsured, stressed mothers in the U.S., they’d probably struggle to find one who doesn’t support it.

This formerly-uninsured Asthma Mom sure does.