Word: mother
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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When Gavam got back to Teheran last May, the Queen Mother sent him a large bouquet of roses. Commented one Teheran paper: "In some countries to send red roses means love, yellow roses are for jealousy, white roses are for death . . . Judging by the mixture the Queen Mother sent Gavam, the situation is confused...
...pain an inevitable part of childbirth? One grin-&-bear-it school of doctors says it is.* But the search for ways to relieve the mother's pain is as old as civilization. The ancient Egyptians tried herbs, the Chinese opium. Neither worked very well. The coming of anesthesia more than a century ago did not help much. General anesthetics such as chloroform and ether made the patient unconscious, and thus unable to cooperate with the doctor and with nature's attempts to push out the baby...
Risky Past. An ideal childbirth anesthetic would be safe for both mother & child, take away most of the pain, leave the mother able to cooperate with nature. Doctors have tried many anesthetics, always found something wrong. The big drawback to "twilight sleep," popular in the early 1900s; the drugs used (scopolamine or hyoscine hydrobromide, with barbiturates) might, like too much ether and chloroform, poison the baby through the blood of the mother. Continuous caudal anesthesia, first used for childbirth in 1941, has pitfalls for inexperienced doctors (if the needle gets into the spinal canal, the mother...
...Last fortnight London University Psychologist James Arthur Hadfield solemnly suggested in the British Medical Journal that painless childbirth might kill a mother's love for her child...
...affectionate, uncritical Mrs. Brocken," together with mementos of her younger years and miscellaneous members of her family. Mrs. Brocken "had adored her husband and was very fond of her French peppermill. An old watering-can was dear to her because she remembered seeing the gardener use it on her mother's rose-beds, and a new alarm-clock, because it was so nice and bright. She had thus many small sources of pleasure, inoperative perhaps on deeper intellects, which, added together, made a sort of comfortable wooly garment for her mind...