It’s New Year’s Eve 2008. I’m 10 minutes late, as always, to join HusbandMan and friends for dinner at a French restaurant where we’ve spent the last two NYEs. Layer after layer comes off, and finally I am in my seat. HusbandMan immediately begins rubbing my belly like a genie lamp.
“It’s like a kitten!” he exclaims.
I hit the bread and butter, and then more bread and butter, and eventually I feel like I have enough food in my stomach. It’s time. I pick up the bottle, I pick up a glass, and I pour. The wine glitters burgundy. My hands cup around its warmth. I lean over the rim and inhale. Oh yes. This is the upside of superpowered Knocked-Up Nose: while many aromas turn bad and bad ones are devastating, good aromas are utterly sublime. Like this wine’s: red and smooth, velvet without weight, wood and water and forest. I want to wrap it around me like a fleece blanket. I do the next best thing: take a sip.
“Oh god!” I cry out.
My friends look startled. Suzy demands, “What?!”
“It’s so good! It’s not fair! Why can’t I drink? So what if The Kid’s a little slow? We’ll love him anyway, right?”
Step out of your glass houses and get ready to cast your stones, because here it is: that wasn’t the first glass of wine I’ve had during my pregnancy, and it isn’t going to be my last. After the first trimester was over, I decided to allot myself one glass of wine a week, with a meal.
Call Child Protective Services! Abusive mother-to-be on the loose!
If you thought the world was fraught with perilâ€”disease, violence, stupidity, Dick Cheneyâ€”try going through it knocked up. Danger lurks everywhere. The world itself is an evildoer manically twirling its mustache and tying fragile Vessels of Motherhood to railroad tracks.
There’s a kind of puritanical hysteria around pregnant women in the U.S. that really rubs me the wrong way for two reasons: puritanism, and hysteria. When HusbandMan and I decided we weren’t exactly trying to conceive a childâ€”instead we were, as HusbandMan put it, “not not trying”â€”neither one of us thought that upon success I would be required to relinquish all ingestible pleasures and all rational thought. (Hormones would do a bang-up job on that last part anyway.)
But to read virtually all the guidelines on pregnancy behavior, you’d think I was supposed to be hermetically sealed in germ-free floating bubble for 10 months, my only joy the contemplation of motherhood, my only thought the contemplation of motherhood. Certainly I would never drink a glass of wine, an act akin to ingesting bleach, having an insecticide cocktail, imbibing a pure poison potable. Surely I’m not the most evil, selfish woman on the planetâ€”perhaps only the 27th or 28th.
Bah. Bah! My mother drank. Your mother drank. Their mothers drank. Generations upon generations of women drankâ€”and some still are. We have millennia of empirical evidence that alcohol in moderation is not harmful.
Yet this is what we’re told by the National Institutes of Health: “It is not known if there is any safe drinking level during pregnancy; nor is there any stage of pregnancy in which drinkingâ€”at any levelâ€”is known to be safe.”
The fact is, there is little evidence that drinking light to moderate amounts of alcohol during pregnancy has a negative effect. The truly frightening evidence for fetal alcohol syndrome is related to heavy drinking.
In a 2006 article in the NYT called “The Weighty Responsibility of Drinking for Two,” food writer Julia Moskin, at the time pregnant with her second child, writes that a pregnant woman’s “responsibility for minimizing risk through perfect behavior is vast.”
And it’s not just alcoholâ€”Ye Shall Fear fear canned tuna, sushi, soft cheese, deli meats, caffeine, jumping, sleeping on your stomach, sleeping on your back, too much weight gain, not enough weight gain, peanut butter, honey, stress, hair dye, cat poop, bending…the list is endless. Yet, as Moskin writes:
Proof, it turns out, is hard to come by when it comes to â€œmoderateâ€ or â€œoccasionalâ€ drinking during pregnancy. Standard definitions, clinical trials and long-range studies simply do not exist.
â€œClinically speaking, there is no such thing as moderate drinking in pregnancy,â€ said Dr. Ernest L. Abel, a professor at Wayne State University Medical School in Detroit, who has led many studies on pregnancy and alcohol. â€œThe studies address only heavy drinkingâ€ â€” defined by the National Institutes of Health as five drinks or more per day â€” â€œor no drinking.â€
You know who drinks five drinks a day? An alcoholic, or an idiot, or a combination thereof. You know what most of us who drink aren’t? Alcoholics. (Many of us are indeed idiots.)
Look, I know I sound cavalier. And of course I don’t want to do anything that would harm our child. But I don’t believe I am. Of course, this isn’t an issue of faith; it doesn’t matter what I “believe.” It’s about proof. Like Moskin, I’ve looked for it.
New research that specifically fills in the clinical gap between heavy drinking or no drinking mentioned in the NYT article came out last fall, in an article published in the International Journal of Epidemiology, a peer-reviewed scientific journal published by Oxford University Press. It was a very large study: nearly 12,500 women in the U.K. were studied for the effects of drinking during pregnancy. Specifically, their 3-year-old children were tested on a range of cognitive and behavioral metrics. For this study, women who had one drink a day were considered heavy drinkers (a far more conservative estimate than the five a day estimate by the NIHâ€”and far more than I’d be comfortable drinking, personally). Light to moderate drinkers had one or two drinks a week or per occasion.
As lead author Dr. Yvonne Kelly says in the UCL press release:
[V]ery few studies have considered whether light drinking in pregnancy is a risk for behavioural and cognitive problems in children.
Our research has found that light drinking by pregnant mothers does not increase the risk of behavioural difficulties or cognitive deficits. Indeed, for some behavioural and cognitive outcomes, children born to light drinkers were less likely to have problems compared to children of abstinent mothers…
The study data shows that boys born to mothers who drank lightly were 40 per cent less likely to have â€˜conductâ€™ problems and 30 per cent less likely to have hyperactivity, even when a range of family and socioeconomic factors were taken into account. Boys born to light drinkers also had higher scores on tests of vocabulary and whether they could identify colours, shapes, letters and numbers compared to those born to abstainers.
Girls born to light drinkers were 30 per cent less likely to have emotional symptoms and peer problems compared with those born to abstainers, although this appeared partially explained by family and social backgrounds.
Ha! Take that, abstainers! If I had a car I’d get a bumper sticker that says, “My drunk fetus outperformed your sober one.”
Kidding! Though somebody should start a really lousy punk band (is there any other kind?) called Drunken Fetus.
Anywayâ€”the point is that our absolutism over alcohol during pregnancy passes neither the smell test nor the lab test. Maybe it would be more convincing if the U.S. were the only place on earth where women give birth, and if we did it really well. But neither is true. Instead, according to the CIA World Factbook (cue jokes about faulty intelligence here), when it comes to infant mortality rates, the U.S. ranks a lousy 41st in the world, behind virtually all of Europe, South Korea, Singapore, even Cuba. Cuba, for Chrissakes.
Though I’m comfortable with my decision, that doesn’t mean I haven’t been afraid I would be condemned for it.
During my last obstetric visit, I brought the topic up with the midwife. A 10-minute Keystone Kops-like chase of The Kid with the Doppler radarâ€”every time the midwife got close, The Kid would squirm away, perhaps because of the transducer’s pressureâ€”showed The Kid had a strong heartbeat. However frustrating for the midwife, all that movement was a good sign of health. My blood pressure and weight were all on target. I felt good. Hell, I was (and am) still pretzeling myself in safe but relatively advanced yogi ways.
It took me 20 minutes of other questions to get up the nerve to ask. “So, do you think drinking a glass of wine a week is a problem?”
I was particularly nervous to ask the midwife rather than the obstetrician; though I had specifically chosen a practice that had both (more on that in a later post), I was a little afraid a midwife might suggest that instead of wine I drink rose hip tea and, I don’t know, get in touch with the Cosmic Feminine or something. I was afraid that in this medical venue devoted to maternal and fetal health, alarms would go off, armed guards would come in and I would be whisked away to the Guantanamo for Bad Mothers.
Instead, the midwife rolled her eyes and sighed. “Okay, I have to give you the official answer first,” she said. “There’s no known safe amount of alcohol to drink in pregnancy.”
“But there’s really almost no chance that having a glass of wine a week is going to do any harm at all. It’s fine. Look, you’re an adult. You can make decisions about what’s safe and appropriate.”
Wait, was I was being advised to think for myself? To untie myself from the railroad tracks?
“Some women decide they can’t live without sushi,” she continued. “Some can’t live without soft cheeseâ€””
“I’ve been eating soft cheese if it’s made from pasteurized milk,” I interrupted. “And at least that one I can understand. At least that’s about bacteriaâ€””
She rolled her eyes again. “Yeah, but when was the last time you heard about anyone getting Listeria?”
I was starting to really dig this midwife.
In the end, childbirth is a risky proposition for many women and children around the world. Most of the time, that’s not because of liquor. Lack of sanitation, disease, malnutritionâ€”these are the things that kill so many. I am blissfully lucky to not have to worry about virtually any of that.
So if you see me with a big belly getting The Kid drunk, please know there’s no harm and no foul. And that I have a whole purseful of nasty bumper stickers.
6 Replies to “Drinkin' for Two”
This is a GREAT article, Jen. I will be recommending it to all my preggers friends in the future – wow! A note of sanity in the cacaphony of paranoid parenting ( you should check out the Free Range Kids website – which is all about this kind of thing — http://freerangekids.wordpress.com) And if you think the anti-alcohol hysteria is bad, just wait until you meet The BreastFeeding Nazis.
Gracias! Please do pass it on.
BreastFeeding Nazis? I’m all for breastfeeding – free food! – but yikes. Perhaps I will wait to acquaint myself with these folks.
Did you read that article in the New Yorker last week about the history of breastfeeding in the U.S.?
“Baby Food”: http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2009/01/19/090119fa_fact_lepore
Be forewarned : the Breastfeeding Nazis will assault you on public transportation for carrying a bottle. They will look upon you with pure horror should you mention that you use formula. They will scoff at and dismiss you as an uncaring, selfish parent that would prefer to poison her child with a mixture of ammonia, ethanol and Mr. Clean rather than bare her breast in public. Somehow, YOU will be the reason children are starving to death on expired Nestle’s formula in the Developing World. You will be considered a weak and worthless woman, and your only saving grace is that you gave birth to a son and have wide, child-bearing hips, and tht your father forked over enough cows, a color tv and a sewing machine to marry my brother……
As I’ve always said: The French (no offense, HusbandMan!) have been drinking at meals for what, a thousand years? And they’re not ALL retarded!
And by the way, FUCK the Breastfeeding Nazis, sideways. They can have a heaping helping of melamine-tainted Similac in their steaming cup of STFU.
I am almost 8 months pregnant and I very much agree with you all about listening to your body about what’s safe and what’s not. Probably more unsafe eating all the artificial crap that it’s being sold everywhere….. I want to add, regarding BreastFeeding, I was talking to my mom (Romanian) the other day and she told me “make sure you drink a glass of beer a day, that will help produce good milk! Your dad brought beer every day while I was in the hospital with you” I cracked up just imagining my husband showing up with a six pack in the maternity yard…or having a six pack as the essential item in the “hospital-ready bag”
Euromama, you’re probably about to give birth any day now, and I hope your husband does indeed bring a six-pack to the maternity ward and scandalize the staff! Ha!