I've seen Sew Infertile comment on other blogs, and I think I'd even read some of her posts but didn't do so regularly. Her post entitled Abor.tion really just shocked me. I was raised Catholic and I don't agree with anything she says. I know, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but sometimes I just don't get people.
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Thursday, September 23, 2010
Monday, December 21, 2009
Makin' a liar out of me!
I thought we were going home today, but I was wrong.
This morning I was released from the hospital, given my prescriptions, told Good luck and that was that. The thought was that when the girls' doctor came by he would check them out and release them, allowing us to all go home. Boy we were all wrong.
After the girls' doctor came by he checked them out, told us that both girls had regained an ounce and that they looked good. He left then and we thought he would sign the paperwork to come home. The nurse of the day came by to then tell us that the girls were not being released and had do something with the "billies." She did not explain what this was, and we had no idea. After some questions we found out that the girls have jaundice, and had to have a blood test done. So, because I was feeding Zoe, they took Lucy back to the nursery to draw blood for her test. After I was done with Zoe, she was whisked off to have the test done too. In the meantime we learned that the Dr. wanted the girls to be eating 1 to 1 1/2 ounces at each feeding. We knew this was going to be difficult because Lucy was no longer latching on as nicely, and was trying to sleep through feedings. We also had to make the decision on whether or not we were going to stay in a "parent room," or go home.
We decided to stay in a parent room, which is the same room we've been in but that we don't get meals, and medications. So, leaving the girls in the nursery, Mike and I went home, took some of our things that had accumulated here home, then picked up more things, went to CVS to have the prescription for percoset filled and pick up some other things. Of course, since the percoset is the drug I can take anytime, the system was down and the pharmacy couldn't fill it while we were there. The thought was that Mike would run back out and get it later, so we went back to the hospital.
Once back to the hospital we checked on the girls, learned that Zoe had to go under the "lights" and that Lucy just needed to pick up on her eating. The nurse on duty during that time barely gave us a moment to get things back together in the room, then she wheeled Zoe in with all these different machines to light her up. She did not explain things very well to us about what the machines do, and how they are helping the situation, but did just leave her here with us. Eventually Mike and I figured out what to do to keep her from rolling off of the bottom light, how to somewhat keep her eye mask on, and what settings to put the lights on. (Yes, amazingly, the nurse did not check what settings the lights needed to be on, and did not think about how best to keep her from rolling around, causing someone to reposition her every 5-7 minutes)
So, we learned that when we feed Zoe we have to take the portable light with us to feed her, then put her back as soon as she is done under both lights. Lucy was then brought in quickly after Zoe and we were told she needed to feed her in the next 10 minutes, so we rushed to get that all ready since I had just pumped and did not have any milk to breastfeed. At this point Lucy was starting to feed but wouldn't wake up enough to take the bottle, so I went down and asked the aforementioned nurse to please help us figure out how to keep her awake and show us some tricks to help her eat effectively since she had to get an ounce or more down. She came in, got a call, left, then came back but was not helpful at all in giving any advice. We did the best we could then handed her over to the nursery where they were able to get her to eat some more.
This continued at the next feeding too. Zoe got to come out from under her blue light, but stayed on her greenlight and ate an ounce of breastmilk/formula mixture. Lucy continued giving us trouble so after Nana, Mike, and I both gave it a try over a half hour period of time, Mike took her down to the nursery and asked someone to please show him what to do. I'm not sure who talked to him, but basically gave him one trick to try and so we added that to our growing "bag o tricks," and were able to get her to eat an ounce too.
So, then visiting hours were over and Nana had to go home. I encouraged Mike to go home, even though I didn't really want him too, but honestly we shouldn't both have to stay here for another night of no sleep for either of us, and so he went home too. Before leaving he called the pharmacy with the intention of picking up the percoset and dropping it off. Of course, it isn't done and most likely will not be done till tomorrow, leaving me with the only option for pain control as ibuprofen that I can only take every 4-6 hours, preferably 6, not 4.
At this time, both girls are sleeping, Lucy peacefully in her unadorned crib, and Zoe in her eye mask and glowing bed.
Sigh, hopefully we'll get some more answers tomorrow, and will be able to head home. I've loved all the help we've gotten here at the hospital, and though the nurse we had today left a bit to be desired, all of the others have been great. Now that the shift changed at 7 though, I haven't seen a nurse at all, and am left entirely on my own. I feel like I can't ask them for help because I'm not technically "here," and I know that I will ask for the girls, but there's nothing that can be done for me. I don't think I've ever felt so alone, or so abandoned before, but I know that we'll get through it as best as we can and hopefully tomorrow we'll be able to all head home and get in to our own routine.
This morning I was released from the hospital, given my prescriptions, told Good luck and that was that. The thought was that when the girls' doctor came by he would check them out and release them, allowing us to all go home. Boy we were all wrong.
After the girls' doctor came by he checked them out, told us that both girls had regained an ounce and that they looked good. He left then and we thought he would sign the paperwork to come home. The nurse of the day came by to then tell us that the girls were not being released and had do something with the "billies." She did not explain what this was, and we had no idea. After some questions we found out that the girls have jaundice, and had to have a blood test done. So, because I was feeding Zoe, they took Lucy back to the nursery to draw blood for her test. After I was done with Zoe, she was whisked off to have the test done too. In the meantime we learned that the Dr. wanted the girls to be eating 1 to 1 1/2 ounces at each feeding. We knew this was going to be difficult because Lucy was no longer latching on as nicely, and was trying to sleep through feedings. We also had to make the decision on whether or not we were going to stay in a "parent room," or go home.
We decided to stay in a parent room, which is the same room we've been in but that we don't get meals, and medications. So, leaving the girls in the nursery, Mike and I went home, took some of our things that had accumulated here home, then picked up more things, went to CVS to have the prescription for percoset filled and pick up some other things. Of course, since the percoset is the drug I can take anytime, the system was down and the pharmacy couldn't fill it while we were there. The thought was that Mike would run back out and get it later, so we went back to the hospital.
Once back to the hospital we checked on the girls, learned that Zoe had to go under the "lights" and that Lucy just needed to pick up on her eating. The nurse on duty during that time barely gave us a moment to get things back together in the room, then she wheeled Zoe in with all these different machines to light her up. She did not explain things very well to us about what the machines do, and how they are helping the situation, but did just leave her here with us. Eventually Mike and I figured out what to do to keep her from rolling off of the bottom light, how to somewhat keep her eye mask on, and what settings to put the lights on. (Yes, amazingly, the nurse did not check what settings the lights needed to be on, and did not think about how best to keep her from rolling around, causing someone to reposition her every 5-7 minutes)
So, we learned that when we feed Zoe we have to take the portable light with us to feed her, then put her back as soon as she is done under both lights. Lucy was then brought in quickly after Zoe and we were told she needed to feed her in the next 10 minutes, so we rushed to get that all ready since I had just pumped and did not have any milk to breastfeed. At this point Lucy was starting to feed but wouldn't wake up enough to take the bottle, so I went down and asked the aforementioned nurse to please help us figure out how to keep her awake and show us some tricks to help her eat effectively since she had to get an ounce or more down. She came in, got a call, left, then came back but was not helpful at all in giving any advice. We did the best we could then handed her over to the nursery where they were able to get her to eat some more.
This continued at the next feeding too. Zoe got to come out from under her blue light, but stayed on her greenlight and ate an ounce of breastmilk/formula mixture. Lucy continued giving us trouble so after Nana, Mike, and I both gave it a try over a half hour period of time, Mike took her down to the nursery and asked someone to please show him what to do. I'm not sure who talked to him, but basically gave him one trick to try and so we added that to our growing "bag o tricks," and were able to get her to eat an ounce too.
So, then visiting hours were over and Nana had to go home. I encouraged Mike to go home, even though I didn't really want him too, but honestly we shouldn't both have to stay here for another night of no sleep for either of us, and so he went home too. Before leaving he called the pharmacy with the intention of picking up the percoset and dropping it off. Of course, it isn't done and most likely will not be done till tomorrow, leaving me with the only option for pain control as ibuprofen that I can only take every 4-6 hours, preferably 6, not 4.
At this time, both girls are sleeping, Lucy peacefully in her unadorned crib, and Zoe in her eye mask and glowing bed.
Sigh, hopefully we'll get some more answers tomorrow, and will be able to head home. I've loved all the help we've gotten here at the hospital, and though the nurse we had today left a bit to be desired, all of the others have been great. Now that the shift changed at 7 though, I haven't seen a nurse at all, and am left entirely on my own. I feel like I can't ask them for help because I'm not technically "here," and I know that I will ask for the girls, but there's nothing that can be done for me. I don't think I've ever felt so alone, or so abandoned before, but I know that we'll get through it as best as we can and hopefully tomorrow we'll be able to all head home and get in to our own routine.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
And it's over!
Mike has been gone since November 30th. About 6 days. In toddler time, it's a lifetime.
Mike has been here, way up north, where they have even more snow than at home, and colder temperatures too!
Ché did fairly well, better than last time Daddy was gone. We had Daddy cards, a system where we pulled a number off every day counting down the time till Daddy came home, and I tried keeping him busy with crafts, baking, and other projects, but last night, he'd had enough.
I got 2/3 of the way down my mom's driveway when he started begging for his blankie, which he proceeded to cry into most of the way home, until the pitiful "I miss Daddy," came out. All day today he's been obstinate and impatient, and every time I ask him what is wrong, the answer is, "I miss Daddy."
I swear if Daddy ever goes out of town again, Ché's going too. It's a good thing he called and they're coming home a day early. I don't think Ché or I could take another day alone together.
Mike has been here, way up north, where they have even more snow than at home, and colder temperatures too!
Ché did fairly well, better than last time Daddy was gone. We had Daddy cards, a system where we pulled a number off every day counting down the time till Daddy came home, and I tried keeping him busy with crafts, baking, and other projects, but last night, he'd had enough.
I got 2/3 of the way down my mom's driveway when he started begging for his blankie, which he proceeded to cry into most of the way home, until the pitiful "I miss Daddy," came out. All day today he's been obstinate and impatient, and every time I ask him what is wrong, the answer is, "I miss Daddy."
I swear if Daddy ever goes out of town again, Ché's going too. It's a good thing he called and they're coming home a day early. I don't think Ché or I could take another day alone together.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
HELP!
Help me!
I'm being locked up for MDA on August 13, 2008 at 9:00am.
You see, my lovely friend from work signed me up. I'll be escorted from my work at 9:00 on August 13th, to Tippecanoe Place for an hour, where I'll have to make phone calls to raise money, unless I post my "bond" of $1500 prior.
So, if you have some extra money lying around, feel free to send it my way!
CLICK HERE TO BAIL ME OUT! (You know you want to!)
Remember, every little bit helps, and if you don't send it now, I'll be forced to call you on Aug. 13th begging!
I'm being locked up for MDA on August 13, 2008 at 9:00am.
You see, my lovely friend from work signed me up. I'll be escorted from my work at 9:00 on August 13th, to Tippecanoe Place for an hour, where I'll have to make phone calls to raise money, unless I post my "bond" of $1500 prior.
So, if you have some extra money lying around, feel free to send it my way!
CLICK HERE TO BAIL ME OUT! (You know you want to!)
Remember, every little bit helps, and if you don't send it now, I'll be forced to call you on Aug. 13th begging!
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Stuck
Ever get to a place where you want to make a decision, but can't due to some outside limiting factor.
That's where I (we) are.
If you didn't realize from the last post, this cycle didn't work. We did bravelle shots, and HcG shot, timed intercourse, and HcG booster, bloodwork, ultrasounds, etc. and came up short.
This is only the 2nd cycle that we've done this time around. The 1st cycle was cancelled due to poor egg production (weren't big enough)
This time there was one egg ready on my left, and one on the right, only the right doesn't count. You see my fallopian tube and a cyst had a battle, and my body lost out.
Regardless, the problem is that when I called Dr. Jarrett's office to inform them of the negative HPT test, the nurse said something to the effect of, "Now, Dr. Jarrett wouldn't like me telling you this, but with only one side connected you should consider IVF. I have two kids by IVF thanks to Dr. Jarrett, and I really think that's what you should consider."
Then she proceeded to say that usually at this point patients take a month break, (during which you can try on your own), and then go back to treatment. She then asked if that's what we wanted to do, or if we wanted to talk to the Dr. ourselves... hmm, let me think really hard about that one...
So we have an appointment on the 18th to talk to Dr. Jarrett again.
I have to say, I'm not optimistic. Having your spouse give you repeated injections, doing bloodwork every other day, and taking pills, etc., just isn't what I call a great time, especially if doing all that doesn't prove an outcome.
When we tried the very first time, back in 2004/2005, we came to this point where we were being pushed to do IUI's, (turkey baster), and we stopped. We decided it wasn't worth it anymore, and that since what we really wanted was a family, there were different ways to go about that. We got the most wonderful start to a family that way. But we don't want to raise Ché as an only child. It seems so lonely. We started trying again on our own, instead of going straight to adoption because of the cost. Technically, even without insurance coverage doing some of these less invasive treatments is cheaper. Costing about $800-$1000 a month instead of $30,000 for an adoption. The problem is, it isn't getting us anywhere.
We did have the fortunate luck to have Dr. Jarrett write things in such a way that our insurance decided to cover some of the meds, but no matter what he's not going to be able to get a big Catholic University to cover IUI's or IVF's. It's just not a possibility. An IUI runs around $6000-8000 and IVF of course is more. The first time around we were told that IVF doesn't usually work the first time around, so you should always plan to pay for two cycles.
So now here we are, stuck at a point where a decision has to be made. A tough one, that has the limiting factor of finances. We can't afford further infertility treatment, and we can't afford another adoption. So our really only true option, is to raise Ché as an only child. (We know, foster care, but there are issues there that I just don't feel like going into...)
It's a lonely world, that very few people seem to understand.
That's where I (we) are.
If you didn't realize from the last post, this cycle didn't work. We did bravelle shots, and HcG shot, timed intercourse, and HcG booster, bloodwork, ultrasounds, etc. and came up short.
This is only the 2nd cycle that we've done this time around. The 1st cycle was cancelled due to poor egg production (weren't big enough)
This time there was one egg ready on my left, and one on the right, only the right doesn't count. You see my fallopian tube and a cyst had a battle, and my body lost out.
Regardless, the problem is that when I called Dr. Jarrett's office to inform them of the negative HPT test, the nurse said something to the effect of, "Now, Dr. Jarrett wouldn't like me telling you this, but with only one side connected you should consider IVF. I have two kids by IVF thanks to Dr. Jarrett, and I really think that's what you should consider."
Then she proceeded to say that usually at this point patients take a month break, (during which you can try on your own), and then go back to treatment. She then asked if that's what we wanted to do, or if we wanted to talk to the Dr. ourselves... hmm, let me think really hard about that one...
So we have an appointment on the 18th to talk to Dr. Jarrett again.
I have to say, I'm not optimistic. Having your spouse give you repeated injections, doing bloodwork every other day, and taking pills, etc., just isn't what I call a great time, especially if doing all that doesn't prove an outcome.
When we tried the very first time, back in 2004/2005, we came to this point where we were being pushed to do IUI's, (turkey baster), and we stopped. We decided it wasn't worth it anymore, and that since what we really wanted was a family, there were different ways to go about that. We got the most wonderful start to a family that way. But we don't want to raise Ché as an only child. It seems so lonely. We started trying again on our own, instead of going straight to adoption because of the cost. Technically, even without insurance coverage doing some of these less invasive treatments is cheaper. Costing about $800-$1000 a month instead of $30,000 for an adoption. The problem is, it isn't getting us anywhere.
We did have the fortunate luck to have Dr. Jarrett write things in such a way that our insurance decided to cover some of the meds, but no matter what he's not going to be able to get a big Catholic University to cover IUI's or IVF's. It's just not a possibility. An IUI runs around $6000-8000 and IVF of course is more. The first time around we were told that IVF doesn't usually work the first time around, so you should always plan to pay for two cycles.
So now here we are, stuck at a point where a decision has to be made. A tough one, that has the limiting factor of finances. We can't afford further infertility treatment, and we can't afford another adoption. So our really only true option, is to raise Ché as an only child. (We know, foster care, but there are issues there that I just don't feel like going into...)
It's a lonely world, that very few people seem to understand.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
And this is why Adoptive families
Dislike Mother's Day:
NBC is running a contest for America's favorite Mom. They put adoptive Mom's in the non-mom mom category. How nice.
Coincidentally they've changed it now (to Adopting Moms), presumably after catching much flack, however it was still such a gross oversight.
Sigh, someday people won't be so ignorant.
However, all of you moms (read: bio-moms, adoptive moms, moms-to-be, grandmas, Nanas, Moms that want so badly but can't, etc.) have a good and restful Mother's Day.
Did you catch it? The Non-Mom Mom.
NBC is running a contest for America's favorite Mom. They put adoptive Mom's in the non-mom mom category. How nice.
Coincidentally they've changed it now (to Adopting Moms), presumably after catching much flack, however it was still such a gross oversight.
Sigh, someday people won't be so ignorant.
However, all of you moms (read: bio-moms, adoptive moms, moms-to-be, grandmas, Nanas, Moms that want so badly but can't, etc.) have a good and restful Mother's Day.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
I've never
anticipated the start of my cycle so much.
We can't really do anything until my period starts, and I've never been more anxious for that to happen.
Besides which, it should have started Sunday, and nothing yet. It's Tuesday. I'm tired of waiting.
grrr.
We can't really do anything until my period starts, and I've never been more anxious for that to happen.
Besides which, it should have started Sunday, and nothing yet. It's Tuesday. I'm tired of waiting.
grrr.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Couple of Things
1.) Ché told his teachers at school today that he had to pee. They took him, he went. I think we're heading somewhere! Yay!
2.) Remember a post or two ago when I plead for help on my naked loving toddler? He's moved up in the world. Now, don't get me wrong, he still tries to get his nakedness on, but has become "stealthy" about it. Wanna see?
Mike had checked on Ché about 10:30pm. He found these pictures:
Now, obviously Ché was embarrassed. Can't you tell?
Rest assured, I do know how to dress someone. I've been doing it awhile. I did not put the clothes on inside out. Now, since I had the heads up, I readied the camera for the next morning to capture the waking moments. I also decided to do a little interrogation, you know, because I can.
I love that I have blackmail material. He's two, of course he's going to experiment. But this was just hilarious. At least it didn't end in pee in the bed, or a Poo-Poo Picasso.
2.) Remember a post or two ago when I plead for help on my naked loving toddler? He's moved up in the world. Now, don't get me wrong, he still tries to get his nakedness on, but has become "stealthy" about it. Wanna see?
Mike had checked on Ché about 10:30pm. He found these pictures:
Rest assured, I do know how to dress someone. I've been doing it awhile. I did not put the clothes on inside out. Now, since I had the heads up, I readied the camera for the next morning to capture the waking moments. I also decided to do a little interrogation, you know, because I can.
I love that I have blackmail material. He's two, of course he's going to experiment. But this was just hilarious. At least it didn't end in pee in the bed, or a Poo-Poo Picasso.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Aye, Mateys!
The Guatemalan Pirate be afoot!
No, don't be alarmed rape, and plunder of passing ships hasn't been an issue, but what has it the ever popular "aye"
You see, Ché has taken to answering every affirmative answer with "aye" not yes. Try as we might to correct this slightly annoying, but hilariously funny quirk, nothing works. We continuously repeat "yes" every time we hear "aye," and Ché will then say "yesh," however his first instict is "aye."
We don't know who taught him this, however we do know who's encouraging it... ahem, ND Bio friends...
So, beware of the Guatemalan Pirate and the true possibilty that he may turn to plundering juice and cookies if you come too close! And if you don't comply, you are subject to Pirate Commandment #3: The plank is your law! Obey the plank! Never question the plank!
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
I had a post in mind
But I forgot it. Damn my old memory!
I wanted to check in and say that this diet thing is for the birds. I'm doing well, or so I think, but honestly, I do have trouble sometimes. My downfall:
Pizza
I can't say no. I just can't. The cheesy, mushroomy, blackolivey calls me everytime. It's like hypnotizing almost. I can even resist the deserts and bread. But not pizza. And, homemade pizza just isn't the same as a take out place. Polito's is my favorite...
I can even resist the frozen kind, which I apparently used to eat a lot of, but not now. In the past month, I've had pizza 3 times, twice at Polito's, and another at Mancino's.
Oh pizza. Sigh.
On the positive side, I have lost 15 pounds in a month which is good, so hopefully Pizza and I will strike an agreement someday. It's a love/hate relationship.
I wanted to check in and say that this diet thing is for the birds. I'm doing well, or so I think, but honestly, I do have trouble sometimes. My downfall:
Pizza
I can't say no. I just can't. The cheesy, mushroomy, blackolivey calls me everytime. It's like hypnotizing almost. I can even resist the deserts and bread. But not pizza. And, homemade pizza just isn't the same as a take out place. Polito's is my favorite...
I can even resist the frozen kind, which I apparently used to eat a lot of, but not now. In the past month, I've had pizza 3 times, twice at Polito's, and another at Mancino's.
Oh pizza. Sigh.
On the positive side, I have lost 15 pounds in a month which is good, so hopefully Pizza and I will strike an agreement someday. It's a love/hate relationship.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
I don't know...
how much more I can handle. You see, I haven't slept in my own bed since Thursday, January 31st. (That's 4 nights for those of us counting), My husband is sick, although I'm not quite sure with what... since I get very vague answers. To top that off, Ché decided that last night was the night to scream.
Listed are several things that were worth screaming about yesterday:
Listed are several things that were worth screaming about yesterday:
- Marshmallows. I only let him have one, not two. He then proceeded to hold onto the forlorn one marshmallow in the car, through the parking lot and to the deli section of the store, where it finally disappeared.
- We screamed the entire car ride to the store (not a long ride, but still) for reasons unknown but probably related to the fact that Daddy was at home sick, and we only had ONE marshmallow.
- We screamed in the store, because the bag of marshmallows that we bought to make rice krispie treats for his friends at playgroup wouldn't cooperate and open. And Momma had the audacity to try and put them in the bad. I had to give them back, or Ché would have fallen out of the cart in an attempt to reach said marshmallows. I now have a bag of 1/4 smooshed marshmallows
- We screamed in the car, after the store, because I had the gall to suggest that it was going to soon be time for bed. (All parents know that b-e-d is a nasty three letter word.)
- We screamed upon pulling in the driveway, because I wanted to take him out of the carseat. This episode was also met with much hitting, and splashing as our driveway was full of water from the melting snow and thunderstorm.
- We screamed through a diaper change, despite being given the choice to use the potty, and wear the big boy pants till bed.
- We screamed at bedtime, because noone wants to go to bed, except for Momma who is exhausted. At this point Ché fell asleep, Momma was pleased, thought the night would be calm, hahahaha.
- At 9:10 he screamed, bloody murder, almost to the huffing puffing stage. I went in, he screamed, I assumed something was wrong, as he kept tensing up his middle. Gas, it had to be gas, so he got a dose of this, rocked, and then Daddy walked by. (For those of you not aware, Daddy is the ultimate in our house. Daddy can do no wrong, and given a choice, Momma is thrown to the side for Daddy.) When I tried to calmly explain that Daddy is sick, he can't hold you, it didn't fly, we screamed louder. Daddy eventually had to come in, and put Ché back to sleep.
- I set up the pull out bed for me, Mike went to bed, and Ché was sleeping! Yay! Until like 11 something, when we screamed again. For no reason. He didn't want to get out of the bed, he didn't want to be held. Finally, I figured it out, he wanted to be tucked back in. WE HAVE NEVER HAD THIS ISSUE. So, I tucked him, gave him Mikee, and he dozed back to sleep. I wasn't touching him, I wasn't talking. I was standing there, and then I had the nerve to leave the room, which started the crying again.
- One last time, that I remember around 2:29. I refused to go in, I forbade Mike to go in, and he finally stopped.
There may have been more that I am trying to block from memory, but honestly I don't know.
This morning, aforementioned screaming child was calling out "momma" at 7:50. I went in, told him it was too early to be up, and gave him some books. This helped until Grandma came at 8:00. I pulled him out of the bed, and he just collapsed into my arms, a bit tired I think, and didn't want anything to do with being down. Of course we were crying. I asked if something hurt, he pointed to his foot, which meant "Kiss it Momma, make it better," and I did. He slithered down, and toddle to the kitchen to find Grandma. He then climbed into her arms and wouldn't leave them. She asked if she could put him down, he responded "nope" and so having no other tricks up my sleeve, packed up and went off to work, after many hugs, kisses and tears.
Sigh, I can only hope that this doesn't last long for the sake of Grandma, and for my sanity tonight, as I again gear up for a night on the pull out bed.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Argh. Big Argh. Daycare dilemma. **Updated**
So it's Monday. And Monday's in our house are "school" days for Ché. I've raved about his "school." We like it, and they are flexible in that he can go just one day a week. That's one of the main reasons why we chose his "school."
But today, Momma ain't happy.
I didn't drop Ché off this morning, Daddy did. We take turns so that it doesn't become work or a task/job for just one person. It's gotten considerably easier since he likes to go now, and doesn't cry the minute you step away from the little half door. Ché should be moving up the the 2's room soon, he's currently in the toddler room. This has been mentioned on several occasions, but never followed through with. We're fine with him staying in the toddler room. He's small, he gets along well with the teachers, and the other kids, and hey, change is rough. We like keeping things even and working well. Why worry, when things are great. Now of course, we also know that due to numbers, and everything else, it's only a matter of time that he will have to move because there are infants that need to move to the toddler room, and well, Ché is one of the oldest kids, so he's going to go up the the 2's first, so o.k., but it does need to be transitional, you can't just throw kids around from room to room.
So, whoever drops Ché off sends an e-mail to the other parent to update them, and keep them notified as to the mood. Today was fine, apparently Ché was a little upset because they had to go to a different room, since their room was being cleaned. I think he was more upset because, not only the unfamiliarity, but because there was a bigger kid in there pushing around one of his friends. Now, this friend is bigger, and would hold her own in the toddler room, but apparently in the 2's room was being pushed around and crying. I can see why this might be a bit frightening, because if the big kid in your class is getting pushed around, you gotta figure it's only a matter of time for you, the little kid.
So the reason for my anger?
1.) Why was a bigger 2 year old kid pushing around a toddler aged kid?
a.) Where were the teachers?
b.) I know what it's like to have a roomful of kids, last year I had 24 6 year olds to watch
out for, and you can't see everything, I KNOW THIS, but if there's a kid crying, you
damn well better fix that situation.
c.) Ché is small, he's going to be a target for big bully kids. I hate saying this, but how can you
tell your kid not to do anything when the supervision isn't helping them out? I will never
advocate for my child to fight back, but I will advocate for him to run and tell.
2.) When it was brought up today that Ché would be moving rooms this was the response:
a.) "he made it more complicated just with how rarely he comes in"
Now, I'm not sure who said this, but seriously, whoever did really needs to be talked to. How inappropriate. You never blame a kid for a facility/number/population problem. EVER. It makes me want to find a new daycare, no matter how hard that would be. ARGH. I am stymied as to why a teacher/administrator/aide would say this. Now, if it's one of the first two people that decided to say this, than it's a real problem. You just don't do it. I mean, if you did this in a 1st grade class with the "I'm sorry you're kid cannot move to 2nd grade, because he rarely comes in, and there isn't room, and we can't figure out the number of children for each room," that would just not work.
Everyone would be up in arms, there would be lawsuits, etc.
I guess it's just unnerving, because the facility allows for usage based on what you need, be that 1 day a week, or 5. We pay our bill on time, we pick our child up before he's there for 10-12 hours a day. We are complimentary to the staff, we make sure our child behaves, and yet, it is now our fault that things are screwed up?
ARGH. I don't even know what else to say. Any suggestions?
**I was apparently misinformed about the intent of the statement, however I still deem it inappropriate for anyone to say this to a parent. The comment was intended that she didn't want him to feel "pushed" out of his room, since he has just become comfortable there.
However, this doesn't change the pushing around and apparent lax supervision, as well as the need to set firm guidelines as far as rooms, ages, and number of children in a room, and a plan to transition. Ah, well, still open for suggestions though.**
But today, Momma ain't happy.
I didn't drop Ché off this morning, Daddy did. We take turns so that it doesn't become work or a task/job for just one person. It's gotten considerably easier since he likes to go now, and doesn't cry the minute you step away from the little half door. Ché should be moving up the the 2's room soon, he's currently in the toddler room. This has been mentioned on several occasions, but never followed through with. We're fine with him staying in the toddler room. He's small, he gets along well with the teachers, and the other kids, and hey, change is rough. We like keeping things even and working well. Why worry, when things are great. Now of course, we also know that due to numbers, and everything else, it's only a matter of time that he will have to move because there are infants that need to move to the toddler room, and well, Ché is one of the oldest kids, so he's going to go up the the 2's first, so o.k., but it does need to be transitional, you can't just throw kids around from room to room.
So, whoever drops Ché off sends an e-mail to the other parent to update them, and keep them notified as to the mood. Today was fine, apparently Ché was a little upset because they had to go to a different room, since their room was being cleaned. I think he was more upset because, not only the unfamiliarity, but because there was a bigger kid in there pushing around one of his friends. Now, this friend is bigger, and would hold her own in the toddler room, but apparently in the 2's room was being pushed around and crying. I can see why this might be a bit frightening, because if the big kid in your class is getting pushed around, you gotta figure it's only a matter of time for you, the little kid.
So the reason for my anger?
1.) Why was a bigger 2 year old kid pushing around a toddler aged kid?
a.) Where were the teachers?
b.) I know what it's like to have a roomful of kids, last year I had 24 6 year olds to watch
out for, and you can't see everything, I KNOW THIS, but if there's a kid crying, you
damn well better fix that situation.
c.) Ché is small, he's going to be a target for big bully kids. I hate saying this, but how can you
tell your kid not to do anything when the supervision isn't helping them out? I will never
advocate for my child to fight back, but I will advocate for him to run and tell.
2.) When it was brought up today that Ché would be moving rooms this was the response:
a.) "he made it more complicated just with how rarely he comes in"
Now, I'm not sure who said this, but seriously, whoever did really needs to be talked to. How inappropriate. You never blame a kid for a facility/number/population problem. EVER. It makes me want to find a new daycare, no matter how hard that would be. ARGH. I am stymied as to why a teacher/administrator/aide would say this. Now, if it's one of the first two people that decided to say this, than it's a real problem. You just don't do it. I mean, if you did this in a 1st grade class with the "I'm sorry you're kid cannot move to 2nd grade, because he rarely comes in, and there isn't room, and we can't figure out the number of children for each room," that would just not work.
Everyone would be up in arms, there would be lawsuits, etc.
I guess it's just unnerving, because the facility allows for usage based on what you need, be that 1 day a week, or 5. We pay our bill on time, we pick our child up before he's there for 10-12 hours a day. We are complimentary to the staff, we make sure our child behaves, and yet, it is now our fault that things are screwed up?
ARGH. I don't even know what else to say. Any suggestions?
**I was apparently misinformed about the intent of the statement, however I still deem it inappropriate for anyone to say this to a parent. The comment was intended that she didn't want him to feel "pushed" out of his room, since he has just become comfortable there.
However, this doesn't change the pushing around and apparent lax supervision, as well as the need to set firm guidelines as far as rooms, ages, and number of children in a room, and a plan to transition. Ah, well, still open for suggestions though.**
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