Health Care Providers & Me (While I was pregnant and smoking)

I touched on this subject briefly in a previous post regarding my first pregnancy, but felt that it was something I wanted to elaborate on.

When I was pregnant last, with my youngest, I found that it was the most irritating speaking to health care providers about my smoking. More so than my two previous pregnancies.

When I first discovered I was pregnant with my last son, of course I went to see my nurse practitioner to confirm, and get a referral for an obstetrician. Once it was confirmed, she did the usual history ‘interview’ with me, one of the questions being if I was still smoking . I was honest with her, and told her that I was still smoking, and how much a day. She did NOT criticize, she did NOT give me a look of disgust, nor did she look at me like I was a bad person. Continue reading

How Do the Holidays Affect Your Quitting?

Luckily, since I smoke outside and not in my home, I get a little deterred from smoking too much during the winter. It’s cold in Canada! But…I still find it harder to quit smoking during the holidays. Here are some reasons why:

I get the feeling of wanting to indulge. Since a smoke right after eating a meal, especially a large meal, is very satisfying for me I find it very tempting to eat lots of yummy things and then follow up with a smoke. Continue reading

Interviewing my family!

In my last post I mentioned that I would be interviewing my husband and our daughter about their feelings towards my quitting smoking. Below are the questions I asked them along with their responses.

My interview with Our daughter:

Do you remember when mommy used to smoke?
“Yes, before Carter was out of your tummy.” Continue reading

Counting Smokes and Being Accountable

I have been doing a lot of counting lately.

I am 35 years old and have been smoking since I was 12 years old (that’s 12-15 cigarettes a day for 23 years, less than that for the first 5 years I smoked). I come from a French family of mostly women, most of whom smoke. I have been smoking my entire existence really, and though my own mother never smoked a cigarette a day in her life, my father smokes 1-2 packs a day in the home I grew up in before I ever left my mother’s womb.

I have never quit before. I have never tried to quit before. Until now. Continue reading