Bella Swan’s birth story

The birth in Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part I was not as scary as I thought it would be. (If you don't want to read about the film's ending, stop reading here.) Breaking Dawn is a preteen fantasy through and through, so the birth of Bella's half-human, half-vampire baby winds up looking fairly tidy and vaguely menstrual, even if it does involve blades and teeth. (No trial of labor for Bella.)

Bella Swan

Kristen Stewart as Bella Swan

Will Breaking Dawn leave a generation of young girls with tocophobia — fear of childbirth? My guess is that it will not. The birth happens fast, for one thing, and it's all pretty implausible. The baby appears to be a normal baby, though about six months old, and functions for the rest of the movie in a doll-like capacity.

But Bella Swan — the teenager who falls in love with the vampire Edward Cullen (Robert Pattinson) and marries him in this, the first half of the screen adaptation of the fourth and final book in Stephenie Meyers' Twilight saga — does die in childbirth in the film. Her death has been prophesied, so it isn't unexpected, but the sight of her still, gray form on the table where her baby was born is upsetting.

However, the second half of Breaking Dawn is scheduled for release one year from now, so let's just say that birth transforms Bella. We haven't seen the last of her.

Breaking Dawn is rated PG-13.

Fascinated with blood

I'm embarking on a series of posts about blood. I can't help it. I'm fascinated with blood.

The final classic symptom of amniotic fluid embolism is disseminated intravascular coagulation (DIC). When I suffered an AFE during the birth of my younger daughter, I was nothing but classic.

Edward Cullen
Also fascinated by blood

I hemorrhaged to the point where all the blood ran out of my body three times over. I didn't die from this event because I received a total of 87 units of blood and blood products — whole blood, plasma, cryoprecipitate and extra clotting factor.

I am alive to tell our birth story because thoughtful strangers had donated their blood, a large stockpile of blood was five minutes away when I needed it, and because a whole raft of people had done the work over centuries to figure out how to make someone else's blood work in my body.

And, by 1997, the blood supply had been made safe again, after a horrific tainting with the HIV/AIDS virus.

The bill for my daughter's birth, including two surgeries (a Caesarean section and separate hysterectomy performed to stop the bleeding), a stint for the baby in the high-risk nursery, a night for me in the intensive-care unit and an additional four days in the hospital, was $100,000 all those years ago.

Blood accounted for $13,000, more than 10 percent of the total.

Blood was a major factor in giving our birth story a happy ending. Fascinating!