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Time, that is! I can't believe it's been two weeks since I last blogged. I was contacted by my former school and asked to do some part time work helping to bring a couple of new students up to speed. These two hours a day have turned out to be the two most exhausting hours of my day because of the difficult circumstances. The children are in State custody due to some really bad stuff and have never been in school a day in their lives. One of the boys is really smart, and we've moved him on to regular classes on a part time basis, but the other. Oh, the other. . .
He's a very nice boy. He just happens to not know his alphabet past the letter C, unless he's looking right at it. 12 years old and can't spell his own last name. Doesn't know what the letter Y is. Just learned how to multiply single digits, because I taught him how.
There's no way I would be able to continue this assignment out through the end of the school year if it weren't Jude's nap time after I get home. It gives me 2-3 hours to recoup and get re-energized enough to enjoy the rest of the day.
Speaking in Mr. Judah, we dealt with our first real stomach virus on Saturday night. His last diaper change before bed indicated that there might be a problem, then when he woke at 1 am wanting to nurse, I thought he was scared because the power was flickering in the crazy wind. But when he woke half an hour after I put him back to bed, and would not nurse, but just sat there with me, I knew we had a problem. That's when the throwing up began. In about an hour he threw up four times. And then he gave us one of those diaper problems that required a trip straight to the bath tub.
Poor guy. We dealt with this until just around 3am. He was so pale and just lay there with me, not moving, not wanting even water. I have never asked him if he wanted to nurse and had him tell me "no" before. I knew things were calming down around three because he sat up and kept babbling something, which I somehow figured out meant he wanted his water bottle. Then he lay there chewing on the spout and drinking every so often. He only takes the water bottle when he's falling asleep at night. So I decided to ask him if he was ready to go to bed. I wasn't expecting him to actually nod his head at this suggestion.
After sleeping in until almost 10am on Sunday, he woke up obviously on the mend, as his usual, busy self. Except for his light appetite, you'd never have known he was sick.
Next week is the kiddos' spring break, so I should be able to get something up that actually has pictures to it. Until then. . .
We've take a big step in the last few weeks. Graduating to silverware! Well, sort of. . .
Last week we tried some spaghetti. See where the spoon is?
But, overall, not a bad experience.
We've also done ravioli with a little bit of success. Jude actually eats better with a fork than with a spoon most times.
But don't ask me what inspired me to attempt this solo today. I served ravioli and black olives because those are the boy's favorite. All was going well. He was using the fork. That is, until the olives. Jude asked for more olives, and in the 10 seconds it took me to go to the refrigerator and get them, this is what I came back to:
10 freaking seconds! I'd hate to see what I would have come back to if I had actually taken the time to cut the olives in the kitchen instead of bringing them to the table first. . .
I have really been impressed with the quality of ABC's reporting lately in relation to child birth. I am thinking they must have one well educated, natural birther on staff because their reporting seems to really be coming from a place of wisdom and not just sensationalism.
I knew things were really getting bad in the U.S. due to the rising popularity among OBs to use too many interventions unnecessarily, but I had no idea that our maternal death rate had TRIPLED over the last decade. To me, that is just unacceptable. So tell me how a 31% Cesarean section rate is saving lives again? Tell me why VBAC is more dangerous that routine, repeat, scheduled c-sections? Tell me why we have such a high national induction rate other than waiting for the baby to truly be ready to come into the world in it own time?
I was trying to get some pictures to go along with a post I am working on about cloth diapers, but as you can see here, Jude had other things on his mind. Please excuse the pile of things I am gathering to consign in the corner of his room.
Cloth diapering post to follow, if I can get the pictures.
