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SocietyAugust 13, 2019

Coroner says breastfeeding mums should never drink alcohol. 400 doctors disagree

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Over 400 doctors, most specialising in child health, have signed an open letter to the coroner expressing concerns about a judgement which blamed alcohol in breast milk for the death of an infant.

Update 13/08: The open letter to the coroner has now been submitted with a total of 727 doctors’ signatures.

Sapphire Rose and her twin sister Honey were born on November 4, 2016 at 33 weeks gestation. Honey and Sapphire should be two and a half now. But only one little girl is still alive. Sapphire died on 2 January, 2017.

Contributing factors cited included a dangerous sleeping environment, prematurity, possible septicaemia, suffocation – and acute alcohol intoxication. Sapphire’s mum mostly formula-fed her but said she sometimes breastfed too. And the day before Sapphire died her mum said she consumed a large amount of alcohol.

There are other factors, too. Sapphire had six siblings. And she, along with her mum and dad, were homeless. They were waiting on a Housing New Zealand home.

Subsequent reporting has focused on Coroner Debra Bell’s comments regarding Sapphire’s blood alcohol content and the direct line she draws to her mother’s breast milk. “[Sapphire’s mother] accepts the alcohol in Sapphire’s blood must have come from her consumption of alcohol. Sapphire’s mother’s actions highlight what has been well documented; alcohol can pass to a child via breast milk,” she said.

“Therefore, I stress the importance of breastfeeding mothers not to consume alcohol at any stage,” she is reported to have written.

Yet pathologist Dr Simon Stables and Coroner Debra Bell could not ascertain Sapphire’s direct cause of death. Somehow, as we have seen before with coroners, this has been translated into a blanket message for mothers. This time it’s not to have alcohol if you’re breastfeeding. This is an easy comment to make – as popular as “don’t let your child walk to school” or “don’t ever co-sleep”.

This time, however, a groundswell of medical professionals have hit back. More than 400 doctors have so far signed an open letter to the coroner expressing their concerns at the judgement and questioning whether the amount of alcohol in Sapphire’s system could have been ingested through breastmilk alone. The letter, which The Spinoff has seen, was written by Dr Heather Johnston in collaboration with other doctors around the country. Dr Johnston said she was astonished by the Coroner’s judgements.

“General consensus is that a breastfeeding mother consuming alcohol in moderation is unlikely to put her baby at risk. A mother who has a drink or two, and would still be under the New Zealand blood alcohol limit to drive (50mg alcohol/ 100ml) would have a breastmilk alcohol level of 50mg/ 100mL (or 0.05% alcohol by volume) – which is the same as a glass of orange or apple juice, a ripe banana, and less than a glass of kombucha or some types of bread rolls,” she told The Spinoff in an email.

“There is no evidence that a baby being fed breastmilk with this kind of alcohol concentration is at risk of harm. If a woman is safe to drive, she is safe to feed her baby breastmilk.”

She said that a recent cohort study from Australia confirmed that mothers who are breastfeeding will usually consume alcohol at a low level if they are going to consume any, or that they will employ strategies to minimise the alcohol passing to their baby. “The study also confirms that there are no known adverse health effects in babies under 12 months, who are exposed to low levels of alcohol via breastmilk.”

The research into the effects of alcohol through breastmilk is cited heavily in the letter to the coroner.

“Despite the old wives’ tales, alcohol does not increase breastmilk production, or relax babies,” Dr Johnston said. “Alcohol inhibits the milk letdown reflex when at high levels in the mother’s blood, after around five standard drinks, reducing the amount of breastmilk that the baby receives. It’s like a built-in protective mechanism. It has been postulated that an even higher amount of alcohol, 12 standard drinks or above, could completely inhibit the suckling-induced oxytocin surge, meaning no milk letdown at all.”

That’s not at all to say that drinking is a good idea when you’re looking after a small baby, but where the coroner is looking is confusing at best, according to Dr Johnston.

“The main dangers from drinking and breastfeeding are not the ingestion of alcohol by the baby, but rather the intoxication or limitations of the mother.

“Dangers of making poor decisions, dropping the baby, or falling asleep in bed with the baby while under the influence of alcohol and unsafely bedsharing, are much more dangerous than the baby consuming a small amount of alcohol via the breastmilk,” Dr Johnston said.

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Sapphire’s siblings slept five to a bed because there was nowhere else to sleep. Because they were homeless, her mother did not have access to her medication. Her mother consumed a lot of alcohol the day before she died.

The amount of alcohol in Sapphire’s blood was 308mg per 100mL of blood. Yet no alcohol was found in her stomach. Forensic pathologist Dr Simon Stables was at a loss to explain the high reading. Health professionals have publicly and privately said they’re baffled by the result. Auckland paediatrician Dr Alison Leversha told the New Zealand Herald that the case was “very unusual”.

“I haven’t, in my professional experience, ever seen a case of alcohol poisoning through breast milk,” she said.

Dr Johnston agrees. “My letter has gathered over 400 signatures from doctors in less than 24 hours, and I expect that this will only continue to gain traction as everyone finishes work for the day. Many of the concerned doctors are obstetricians, paediatricians and general practitioners, and several have a joint qualification as lactation consultants.”

“When the information publicly available is used, and combined with some reasonable assumptions, the science of alcohol ingestion and metabolism, as well as infant feeding knowledge – it can be calculated that the maximum blood alcohol concentration that baby Sapphire could have reached by ingesting her mother’s breastmilk is around a tenth of what has been reported,” Dr Johnston said.

She, along with other health professionals have run the numbers. “To reach a blood alcohol level of over 300mg/ 100mL from drinking breastmilk, her mother’s blood and breast alcohol level would likely have needed to be four times higher than the highest levels ever recorded,” Dr Johnston said.

“Breastmilk alcohol is not the same percentage alcohol as a beverage that has just been consumed, it is a tiny fraction of that. Just like if you drink a glass of 12% wine, your blood alcohol is nowhere near 12% – in fact it would usually be less than 0.05% and you would be safe to drive. If we take this case at face value, Sapphire would be the first baby ever reported to have died from acute alcohol intoxication from breastmilk.”

Years ago I wrote about how the coroner’s guidelines on co-sleeping. It’s my view that the guidelines actually put children at risk. By placing a blanket ban on co-sleeping instead of explaining how to do it safely, they have mothers up all night, falling asleep on couches and rocking chairs with their babies in a desperate attempt not to fall asleep in bed because they’ve been told that’s dangerous. And then the worst happens – and the coroner says: “See? No co-sleeping”.

Again, in the current case, the target for judgement and popular condemnation is mothers. The evidence, however, offers no discernible basis for a blanket ban on having a drink while breastfeeding.

“By recommending that all mothers who breastfeed entirely abstain from alcohol, the potential to make really meaningful recommendations was lost,” says Dr Johnston. “Instead of placing the blame and responsibility at an individual level, change could have been made on a population level. What could have been learnt from this case, is what moderation looks like for a breastfeeding mother, or what steps a mother could take to help increase safety.”

The national conversation has instead turned into another chance to vilify mothers.

“It is not fair to scaremonger and recommend all mothers to remain alcohol-free for the duration of her time trying to conceive, her pregnancy, and then two years or longer of breastfeeding. Breastfeeding mothers already get an incredibly hard time in our culture. They’re told they’re breastfeeding too long or stopping too early, they’re told off when they do it publicly, when they eat certain foods or take certain medications.

“There’s so much judgement,” Dr Johnston said. “A breastfeeding mother’s body is subject to a lot of arbitrary rules and perspectives by the public. To have a non-evidence based recommendation of total sobriety serves only to isolate mothers further.”

A spokesperson for the Ministry of Justice said it is Coronial Services policy not to comment on individual coroner’s findings.

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Why is Disney on ice? Why do those fish have two faces? How is a mouse friends with all these different animals?
Why is Disney on ice? Why do those fish have two faces? How is a mouse friends with all these different animals?

SocietyAugust 12, 2019

The Spinoff Reviews New Zealand #90: Disney on Ice

Why is Disney on ice? Why do those fish have two faces? How is a mouse friends with all these different animals?
Why is Disney on ice? Why do those fish have two faces? How is a mouse friends with all these different animals?

We review the entire country and culture of New Zealand, one thing at a time. Today, Tara Ward on mouse-dancing theatrical spectacle Disney on Ice.

Before you ask, I don’t know why Disney is on ice. It makes no sense, but neither does Aladdin not having nipples, and we all seem to accept that just fine. I can only assume that Walt got drunk one night in his cryogenic ice chamber, looked down on his empire and said, “It’s nice enough, but imagine if we put them all in ICE SKATES”.

Bish bosh bash, Disney on Ice was born, and that’s how me and my six year old ended up in the long queue to enter Claudelands Stadium in Hamilton this past weekend.

I thought the scariest thing about Disney on Ice would be a giant mouse larking it up in skates, but Mickey was nothing compared to running the Disney merchandise gauntlet. It’s the first thing you see when you arrive, a plastic shitstorm of broken hopes and dreams where resistance is futile. Do not look directly at the flashing lights, or you’ll be hypnotised into paying $42 for a blinking snowflake on a stick. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Tara’s daughter’s arm before it grabbed that snowflake and made a run for it

Luckily, kids love plastic shit as much as they love ducks with no pants on, and Disney on Ice is all about the children. There’s a countdown of minutes until the show starts, because Disney knows that moving kids from one place to another is like herding cats, and it runs for two kid-friendly 40 minute segments. Best of all, my seat had a cushion on it (OMG), and you could take beer into the arena. We’re winning, before a single blade has been struck onto the ice.

Experience the magic! Journey to new worlds! “I’m so happy to be here in…HAMILTON!” Mickey said, as he skated out into a packed stadium. The crowd roared. Who isn’t happy to be in Hamilton? It has a Kmart, for crying out loud.

Look at those eyes! Those alive, terrifying eyes.

Disney on Ice was a journey through Mickey Mouse’s life, as he chose his favourite memory from time with his friends. If my memories ever come gliding out in public, they’ll be a disappointing vision of sweatpants and early nights in front of the TV, but Mickey is a legend. He had the time of his bloody life as a million Disney princesses and the cast of Inside Out skated by to convince him why they were so awesome.

And awesome they were, because after two minutes of Disney on Ice, I felt all my cynicism magically melt away. After ten minutes, I was a new person. I lapped it up so much my tongue could have been stuck to that ice rink. What happened to my concerns over Disney’s problematic use of racial stereotypes and lack of female agency? What about its over-commercialisation of childhood? What about the $42 flashing snowflakes?

“Let it goooooo,” I told myself, as a troupe of glow-in-the-dark dancing brooms twirled around in a huge circle. I nearly cried at intermission. I didn’t want it to stop.

Even Brave, the girl from Brave, gets a shot!

The stadium pulsed with joy. I didn’t know the kid sitting next to me, but she kept grabbing my sleeve in excitement. “Ariel is an angel!” she gasped, and this was the true power of Disney on Ice. We sat down as strangers and were now BFFs, cheering as Rapunzel soared through the air and waving at Dory as she swooshed past. Dory waved back, her giant googly eyes staring right into my soul. My heart skipped a beat. This is what we came for.

By they time they got to Frozen, I was singing “love is an open DOOOOR” louder than any four year old and mentally signing up to adult ice skating lessons. Snowflakes fell from the sky as Ana and Elsa swept around the rink in unison, while I prayed those snowflakes were not the asbestosy kind like in The Wizard of Oz.

That is NOT a fish.

The end was nigh. As Moana skated out to huge cheers from the Waikato crowd, I realised I’d peaked. (In the performance we saw, the song was in English, but the day after, it was in te reo.) The baby behind me started to scream and small children went rogue and tried to touch the ice. During the finale when Minnie and Mickey skated in their finest costumes, the kids mobbed the edge of the rink and my daughter lost it over waving her tiny toy Olaf at giant skating Olaf. Absolute scenes, let me tell you.

As the show finished, Mickey finally chose his favourite memory. It was today, it was Hamilton. “I knew it!” my daughter said, who is also a massive fan of Hamilton. As the crowd of satisfied Disney fans left the building, holding their $45 flashing Maui hooks aloft, my daughter sighed happily. In front of us lay a half-eaten bag of $22 cotton candy. “This will never be forgettable,” she told me. “This was the best time of my life.”

It was the perfect happy ending.

Verdict: More like dreams come true on ice.

Good or bad: Good, but rob a bank before you go in.