Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts

Sep 28, 2011

Monday Madness

(I some how forgot to post this a couple weeks or so ago. Oops!)

Today was the first day of school at home. We got off to a rocky start. The case of organic nectarines I got on Saturday went moldy overnight and I found it right as we were supposed to start school.
I spent an hour cutting the rotten and moldy bits off and freezing the unripe parts that hadn't molded in the hopes they'd be OK for smoothies. I lost 1/2 my case to mold. Grrrrr. While I was doing that, my kids watched Sesame Street. I have nothing against PBS, but my kids aren't exactly attentive when they've just spent a solid hour in front of the boob tube.

I'd say the most successful bit was music time. We listened to the Typewriter Song by the American composer, Leroy Anderson. Tracing 'a' also went over well. Aardvarks? Not so much. I'm hoping the routine of school will help my oldest not be so bratty. I'm giving it a week before I start seriously considering the implementation of corporal punishment into our school day.

In other news, during drawing time, The Boy drew spikes all around his daddy figure. I asked what they were, was told spikes, and upon further clarification found out it was whiskers. Daddy happened to walk in the room toward the end of that conversation. I'm pretty sure he snorted part of the apple he was eating from laughing so hard.

Zsa just likes coloring, which I totally expected and am completely fine with. Her African Animal, the zebra, ended up rainbow colored. Again, totally fine with that.

Here's a little homeschool FYI, they make washable dry erase markers. The regular kind does NOT come out of clothes. The washable version costs aproximately the same amount as my morgage, but it's SO worth it. The last time I gave Zsa a Vis-a-Vis, she totally ruined a smocked dress I'd made her.

Sep 7, 2011

Pre-School

I've spent the day running between WalHomeStaplEt and my computer. You see, I've finally decided for sure what I'm going to do when it comes to educating my children. For the rest of this year, at least and probably next year.

The Boy is 20 months older than Zsa Zsa. Plus, he's a boy. The way I figure it, I can teach them both the same thing at the same time if I hold him back a bit and push her a little. We did a little test run today, and I think I can modify all our activities just enough that both kids will be challenged adequately. This year, we are doing a preschool. I know it's a little early for Zsa, she's not quite three. BUT she's also super stubborn and wants to do everything The Boy wants to do, so...I thought I'd let her. What ever she picks up and accomplishes, yay. If all she does is color this year, we'll both be happy.

Can I just say that homeschooling is totally and completely 100% overwhelming? Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit. Luckily, I have some super stellar cousins and a couple bloggy friends that have been a tremendous support. The best advice I've gotten is, "just give them time and materials. The learning will happen." Oh. You mean I don't have to buy an entire program and stick to it? Cool!

Hopefully this will workout like breastfeeding; it was super hard, but I knew I wanted to do it, so I stuck with it and then suddenly it wasn't so hard and I couldn't figure out why everybody didn't do it because in the end, it seemed SO much easier than bottles. I mean really, who wants to sterilize their pencil boxes and crayons?

Dec 8, 2010

Reducing Unnecessareans

OK, this paper could have been better, but I just didn't have any TIME. So I totally turned in my rough draft. Don't judge me. I have a 98% in this class.


In the United States today, an unborn child has almost a one-in-three chance of coming into the world via surgical birth. The 32%2 rate is over twice the upper limit recommended by the World Health Organization. It’s one of the highest rates in the developed world. What’s more, this increase in cesareans hasn’t markedly improved fetal outcomes and has drastically increased the risk of maternal mortality. It is time to address the issue of “unnecessareans”.
            In 2003, The United States fetal mortality rate was over 7% with a cesarean rate at 21.1%. In contrast, during the same time period, The Netherlands had an infant mortality rate of 5% and a cesarean rate of 12.7%. They also had better maternal outcomes.1 The most current statistics for cesarean in the United States put it at 32%.2
An article in the October 2010 issue of “OB.GYN News” by David Priver, MD goes over some of the reasons the cesarean rate in the United States is so high. They include professional liability, the demise of operative obstetrics, impatience, lack of an analytic approach to VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean), and no one teaching the skills to do vaginal breech births to today’s obstetricians. (Luckily, midwives are still teaching new midwives this skill set and Canada has recently asked its midwives to teach new OBGYNs these skills.)
The ethical dilemma facing healthcare providers is, how do we provide the best outcome for mothers and infants, while also providing care that is above reproach and therefore, immune to litigation. One part of healthcare that has changed in recent decades is the belief that the fetus is a patient, too. Prior to sonograms, we didn’t care as much if the fetus lived or died, it was much more important that the mother live to birth another day, hence the advent of the crochet hook abortion for fetus’ too large to fit through a malformed pelvis, or for term fetal demise. Abdominal surgery just wasn’t a viable option if you wanted the mother to live.  This changing view occurred simultaneously with a skyrocketing litigious movement, making physicians less likely to practice evidence-based medicine, and more likely to perform what was deemed “best practice” by lawyers, regardless of the personal convictions of the physician, or what research showed to be the best course of action in a certain situation (i.e. breech vaginal delivery over primary c-section for a woman who hasn’t even gone into labor yet).
Medical schools began to train new obstetricians not in the management of normal birth, but in the pathology of abnormal birth. New OB’s looked for, and found, pathology everywhere they looked because that’s what they were trained to see.  This new way of teaching coincided with the introduction of fetal heart-rate monitors; a device strapped to the laboring woman that supposedly gives a realistic readout of fetal distress. Health care workers began to treat “the machine that goes ‘ping’”, not the patient. Studies have shown, and even the American College of Gynecology and Obstetrics agrees, that the use of continuous fetal monitoring doesn’t improve the outcome for most infants, and has quite a marked effect on decreasing outcomes for the mothers, namely in the form of cesareans and their vast and varied complications.5
We start to see now that doctors have forgotten their oath to do no harm to the mother, in their haste to prevent perceived harm to the fetus. One can only surmise the foremost thoughts in the mind of the physician are the lawsuits he’s evading by following “best practice”.  The real question is, in whose best interest are decisions being made?
When we approach this dilemma from the viewpoint of an absolutist metaethical theory we can ask ourselves, what known truths are being subverted by the physicians in their push for unnecessary surgical births?  There are several answers: the innate autonomy of the woman to make informed choices about her body and her birth, the duty of the physician toward primum non nocere, and the duty of the physician to ensure informed consent. All of these innate rights are being violated in the push for surgery to “cure” what might be “wrong”, not with the primary patient, but with the fetus.
We can look to other countries for ideas to drastically lower our surgical birth rate while maintaining or improving patient outcomes for both mother and child.
The first thing health care providers could do is to spend more time with patients educating them prior to conception, and throughout pregnancy. This would not only allow time to educate, but also foster trust between the mother and the person she has chosen to see her safely through birth. Currently, mothers receive no prenatal counseling and physicians spend on average four minutes per visit with each mother. This means the average healthy mother spends 22 minutes with her provider between conception and the start of month eight. By the time birth is eminent, a mother will have spent less than an hour total with her doctor. Contrast that to the midwifery model of care that has the patient spending, on average, one hour per visit and that hour is frequently in the mother’s home. In addition, many midwives adopt a model of group prenatal care that allows for additional time spent with a group of women in similar gestation, fostering a community of trust and support between both the provider and other pregnant women. This model has been shown to drastically reduce the fear and pain associated with childbirth.  Obviously most doctors are not in a position to offer this level of care, and most people couldn’t afford for a physician to provide it. An alternative would be to let doctors provide the care for truly high risk patients, and shift to midwifery for healthy women.
Another factor in the high cesarean rate in the United States is an epidemic called “failure to wait”. In our need for instant gratification, we forget that babies are not parcels delivered by UPS. They do not have an “arrive by” date, nor do they expire if not delivered within a prescribed time limit of 39 weeks, 6 days. The latest research surmises labor begins when the baby’s lungs send out a signal saying “we’re ready!” and not a moment before. For prima gravid patients, this is 41 weeks, 3 days! Cervical ripening agents and pitocin not excepted, a baby simply won’t be born before it is ready. Pitocin isn’t even an FDA approved medication for labor induction without medical cause, yet women request it, and doctors prescribe it and health care providers abuse the dosing schedule, increasing the rate too quickly or using a starting dose exceeding the package insert, all to make the baby come before the ball game/vacation/holiday/dinner. There is even a movement called “pit to distress” which basically says we’ll ramp up the pit until the baby can’t handle the intensity and frequency of contractions, at which point we’ll tell the mother her baby is going to die unless we do a cesarean. This isn’t even a lie because at that rate, the baby WOULD die—squeezed to death by the womb.
A third idea for reducing the cesarean rate in the United States would be to not only discuss, but educate and encourage women with previous cesareans to birth vaginally. Set up support groups and classes to make sure mothers make informed decisions about their options. You would be hard-pressed to find a surgeon who discussed all the risks of repeat cesareans with mothers. Just a few are adhesions, baby having to spend time in NICU because the cesarean was performed prior to spontaneous labor so baby has difficulty breathing, and placenta acreta (a disorder where the placenta grows into the scar tissue from the previous incisions and won’t let go when the surgeon determines it’s time; this frequently leads to hemorrhaging and subsequent hysterectomy).
In healthcare today, women need to demand better care from their providers. If our physicians won’t do the job of educating, we must find our education elsewhere. ICAN, the International Cesarean Awareness Network has many good resources and chapter leaders can be found in most parts of the country. Healthcare workers must act as guardians of labor and laboring women, ensuring the proper management of normal labor. Meaningful tort reform MUST pass, to give doctors the freedom to do what is best for patients, not the malpractice insurance agency, and every person must realize birth is a delicate dance between the baby and the mother. Health care providers are there simply to make sure the two of them do what they were designed to do, and nothing more.  
The risk of complications up to and including major abdominal surgery to birthing mothers can be reduced if our society takes a step back and remembers to treat birth as a physiological process to be watched and guided, rather than a pathological condition in need of treatment or management; birth by design, rather than birth as cure. Teaching the nation’s birth attendants the normal processes of labor in its many variations, rather than a set form of numbers that MUST be adhered to, “or else” will go far in reducing unnecessareans.



2.      Ob.Gyn News August 2010, p.1
http://www.ourbodiesourblog.org/blog/2009/07/acog-issues-new-practice-bulletin-on-continuous-electronic-fetal-monitoring

Nov 30, 2010

Seriously? On Purpose?

Of all the things I've done to myself, this may be the worst. 
This is my list of things I must get done in the next two weeks. 
  1. Math test, due tomorrow
  2. 5 page final paper for Ethics (aka the world's most pointless class)
  3. Final Pathology Project WITH PowerPoint presentation, due Friday
  4. Last test in Pathology, Thursday next
  5. Last Anatomy Lab test, Friday next
  6. Math Final
  7. Ethics Final
  8. A&P Final, over two SEMESTER'S worth of information
It goes NEARLY without saying that I'm totally unready for all of these things.
    Kill me. Just kill me know. Owing to my extremely full schedule the next two weeks, I don't think I'll be able to fit in intentionally kicking my own bucket, as it were. Really you'd be doing me a favor.

    Nov 5, 2010

    Math

    Does anyone else think Math is a giant conspiracy?
    I don't mean 2+2=4 kind of math, or the times tables or geometry. That math all makes sense.

    I mean math like rational expressions and complex fractions. Math with rules that don't seem to make logical sense.

    Here's my theory:
    A long time ago the math geeks like Galileo, Newton, DaVinci, Fibonacci and Einstein got together for a beer. Einstein says, "I haff an idea. Vhat if ve make up some math and all pretend it is real. Ve vill see how long it takes the world to figure out our little joke." Every one else thinks it's a great idea because they're all drunk. And that's how we got math that doesn't make sense.

    I would say something, but at this point, I think the whole world has bought into their little gag. The few of us who didn't had to become theatre majors. 

    Nov 3, 2010

    School Update

    • This week I got yelled at in math class for using (get this) a CALCULATOR. Um, hello. It says right there on the syllabus, Mr Cranky Pants, that a calculator is a required tool for your class. M'kay then.
    • My second (and most stressful to-date lab practical) came back graded. 
    92.5%. 

              This is the grade I get on EVERYTHING for this class. I'm a 92% kind of a gal. I wish I could get a                
              100% just ONCE in a while, but I guess it's better to be consistently MOSTLY smart instead of
              occasionally all the way brilliant. Keeps me humble.
    • Bio-Ethics is STILL the most pointless class on planet earth, and possibly in the entire universe. Honestly, I swear to you, this class was invented by people who have never even heard of church. I'm thinking of asking my teacher if I can drop it and still get an A if I attend services weekly. (Which I do anyway, so I see it as a win-win; my teacher doesn't have to see me roll my eyes every 2.4 seconds and I don't have to sit through two inane hours of uselessness every week.)

    Oct 26, 2010

    It's a Tuesday

    Some stuff about today:


    • I may just have an over-developed sense of irony, but isn't it a TAD silly for the aerobic portion of     The Bikini Workout to be swimming? Isn't the point of a Bikini Workout getting your body to a shape you'd feel comfortable WEARING a swimsuit, even for laps?
    • I'm trying to help The Hubs be healthy, since he's almost 30 25. Today at the store I looked for vitamins. The only gummy adult vitamins were prenatals. I figure as long as I change the label before The Hubs sees it, we're golden. A little extra Folic Acid won't hurt him any. 
    •  Walking across campus through 30mph gusts in mesh tennis shoes got me thinking, I need some boots. And a new belt.
    • the Hubs and The Boy got on my blog while I was oven-shopping with Mom. Here's what they wrote. My son totally hacked my blog, which is way embarrassing after making fun of my sisters when I hacked their facebook11111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111. When I got home, I asked The Boy why he only typed numbers. He said he didn't like the letter k. It was ucky. 

    • Off to do my math homework. These quadrinomials won't factor themselves, you know.FYI, spell check doesn't like the word, "quadrinomial". It wants me to change it to "quadriplegic" which I totally can't spell without the help of spell check. 
    • Did I totally just spend 20 minutes adding a bikini model picture to my blog so more people would follow the link from Facebook? Yup. 

    Oct 25, 2010

    Stressed

    I am SOOOOOOOOOOO stressed out!!!!!!!!!

    Seriously.

    1. School. I have a lab practical this Friday. It's over FOUR of the 11 systems in your body, but only 40 questions. Seriously? That is SO much material for 40 questions. Where do I even start studying? Did I mention there are only THREE lab practicals the entire semester? No? There are. Ack. Oh, and I have a math test that same day over stuff I don't get. Uh huh.

    2. The Hubs job is seriously SERIOUSLY stressing me out. He's the lead programmer on this massive project that from my perspective doesn't appear to be going all that well. He's working until 11:30 some nights, weekends, he gets up early to work on it. It's probably that he's super in to doing a good job, but really, I never see him, even though he works from home.

    3. Some other stuff I can't really talk about. This might be the thing that's stressing me out the most. Some income we count on to make the ends meet each month is not there, and it's making some other stuff look shaky at best and plus there's personal stuff mixed up into all of it and it's just a giant mess and pretty much all my fault, but I can't DO anything about it and I HATE stuff I can't do anything about and stuff that's my fault. How's that for a run-on sentence?

    4. AND to top it all off, I'm not ready for Halloween. What kind of a mother AM I, anyway? A lousy one, that's what.

    5. Also, BYU won this weekend, but barely. What the heck, Cougs? What the heck? Don't you know I have ENOUGH to worry about?

    ADDENDUM: The Hubs just emerged from the dungeon basement and said all is well. He fixed the massive problem. The project is golden.Sigh of relief.

    Oct 17, 2010

    Again, Not Perfect

    There has been a rash of recent mommy-blog bashing wherein everyone is sick of the "perfect mom" pose people are taking when writing their blogs. The notable exception among blogs I read regularly being Erin over at Things I Learned Talking To Myself. (Erin I really hope you don't mind me sending traffic your way or referencing you in my blog, dang girl, you are funny and I totally feel all your new mom pain. It's only been three years since I went through that but it DOES get better, promise.)

    So in an effort to alleviate the pressure everyone feels from reading how perfect *I* am (commence laughing now) this week is going to be "Not Perfect" week. I'm going to document all the stupid things I do and/or caused through shoddy parenting. Starting with today.

    Today the boy said, "Oh my Go" and the end really sounded like 'd' but may have been 'sh'. Did I mention we were in CHURCH NURSERY?!?!?! NO? We were. I would like to point out that he has never heard this particular expletive from a parental unit, but I *may* have exposed my son to another kid who uses, eh hem, *salty* language on occasion. Oops.

    I have a strict "No Homework On Sunday" policy, Sunday is a FAMILY day. Today I did homework. Lots of it. For all the classes I'm currently taking. In my defense, Saturday was spent traveling to and from Utah for my aunt's funeral. I brought my books. Heaven knows why because I get sick if I read in the car, but I brought them!

    The Baby thinks its funny to blow raspberries with her tongue sticking out. During Sacrament Meeting. No amount of tongue-pinching deters her. She also thinks it's effective to throw a major hissie-fit any time she doesn't get EXACTLY what she wants EXACTLY when she wants it. She may be right. I have absolutely no idea what to do about this or WHY Cheerios, or the absence thereof, can cause such drama! I also do not remember anything even remotely similar when The Boy was nearing two years old.

    I think I just figured out why people never write about the stuff that goes wrong in their lives. I'm feeling a bit depressed...

    Oct 5, 2010

    RIDDLED with A.D.D.

    So I stole a phrase from Glenn Beck, sue me (not you Glenn, you'd win).
    I have ADD. Bad. I used to be medicated for it, but then I kinda decided pills were dumb (and expensive) oh! AND I got pregnant (not now, with The Boy), so I quit taking them.
    Turns out life IS possible without pharmacopia, but MAN is it easier with it! I do OK out of school...

    But I'm IN school right now...

    Luckily there are coping mechanisms I use to deal with having an EXTREMELY easily distracted brain.

    LOOK! A Bird! 
    What was I saying?
    Ah yes, coping mechanisms.
    I walk to school. It takes an hour. That's enough to "get my wiggles out" (yes, I'm still in nursery school) and I can sit through class.
    Is that Superman?!?!
    It's been raining for two days straight. 
    This means I did NOT walk to school either yesterday or today.
    That cloud looks JUST like Albert Einstein!

    I made it though a two hour Bio-Ethics class, a math test at the testing center, and 2/3rds of Human Physiology.
    Then I had to leave. 
    A.D.D. MUCH?
    And that's why the sauce was burnt and we had cheesey tortillas for dinner instead of flaked salmon.

    Sep 15, 2010

    Math

    I am scared of Math.

    When I say scared, I mean right before my first math test this semester I had a full-on panic attack. 
    I don't DO panic attacks.
    And yet, there I was panicking. 
    I blame Third Grade.
    In third grade one is supposed to learn one's multiplication tables. 
    I did not.
    And then I didn't learn fractions 
    and it snowballed from there.

    So I find myself nearly, well, old
    and back in school learning math all over again.
    At some point I did manage to learn multiplication tables and fractions and algebra...
    BUT
    (and that's the very largest "but" I could make, which is significant)

    I'm still scared of math.

    Which brings us to today.

    I had math class today. We started a new concept. 
    I was not good at this concept.
    My teacher made me feel about two nanometers tall.
    He made me feel stupid.
    He made me feel insignificant. 

    And then I took a math test.

    Today sucked.


    Dear Coach (that's my math teacher),
    I am NOT dumb. I am brilliant. My IQ is 132. (yes, really.)
    I am smarter than 98.4% of EVERYONE*
    I am funny and kind and gosh darn it, people like me (well, not my family, but people generally).
    Why don't you?

    I feel JUST this big after today. 

    *(Not that I place a lot of value on IQ tests because some of the most brilliant minds EVER would fail a stupid IQ test, and it also doesn't measure the most important thing: courage. All they really prove is that you're good at taking tests, just trying to prove a point here.)

    Jun 17, 2010

    Shhh!

    I'm taking a break from homework, but don't tell. 
    Every second I spend doing something NOT school or kid-related currently qualifies as  
    GUILTY PLEASURE.
     This would not be the case if, say, I were getting all 'As'. That B in Anatomy and Physiology is REALLY bugging me. OK, back to studying for my practical lab exam on Monday, which I'm totally going to ace...since I can tell the difference between simple cuboidal epithelium cells and dense connective tissue under a microscope. Oh, wait...no I can't. 
    Yeah, back to studying. 
    Prayers for my sanity and/or grades would not go amiss. 
    Loves, Hugs and Kisses,
    Idaho Becky

    Jun 6, 2010

    MORE School

    Wish me luck. Tomorrow I start three more summer classes: Anatomy and Physiology, Algebra and Athletic Weights. Now you know why I won't be blogging as frequently.
    Wish me luck! I'll try and check in periodically.

    If you don't hear from me in the next six weeks, you know why.

    Jun 3, 2010

    The Mid-Mid Life Crisis: During Which I Briefly Consider Running for Elected Office

    I'm having a mid-life crisis. Or to be more exact, a mid-mid life crisis. Since I'm not OLD old or anything.
    Recently I finally decided what I wanted to be when I grow up, but then I realized I was ALREADY grown up and had missed my window of opportunity (i.e. pre-children) to finish the 'ol education and become a fully vetted Naturopathic Physician and/or Regular Old Physician.
    Briefly I decided that didn't matter much, and I just go to school anyway.

    Then I tried it.

    School is FUN!

    School and raising kids at the same time is not.

    Possibly if I didn't have these very opinionated views on attachment parenting, I'd have an easier time leaving my children in the care of others to do whatever the heck I wanted. But my children, particularly The Boy, were so difficult to come by it feels WRONG to just up and leave them to go to school. Even when I leave them with family.

    So we're back to the original question that started it all: How does Momma go about feeling self-fulfilled and worth-while?
    Option One: Time/money wise it seems best to just finish my Bachelor's Degree. I'm about 40 credits away, so three semesters if I go fast.
    Option Two which qualifies as dream-fulfilling, is to go to medical school, probably naturopathic, which can't happen until after Option One anyway.
    Option Three is get a nurse midwife degree and attend VBACing mommas illegally. This is almost as much time and not as much money as Option Two.
    Option Four is not an option: Do nothing. I've been doing nothing. Do Nothing is NOT working for me.
    For kicks and giggles, here's
    Option Five: become a state legislator and change the rules surrounding who's allowed to attend births.
    I am now officially open to any and all suggestions. If you say, "Talk to The Hubs" though, I will scream. He wants me to be an illegal midwife. Yeah. Not so much.

    Jun 2, 2010

    A Perfect Day

    Sometimes I wish I could live forever if all the days could be like yesterday. Here's what we did.
    Before I was even dressed, The Boy, The Baby and I did a "science" experiement involving water, food coloring, extra bowls and a turkey baster. :)


    Momma went grocery shopping by herself ( I would rather have taken The Baby with me, but the car seat covers were in the wash) and the kids stayed home and made frosting with my sister, because when I got home





    we made sugar cookies shaped like our hands. The one in front on the left is The Boy's. His hand isn't really that puffy, it was the dough.

    And then we made lunch.


    I bet you wish you were invited to lunch yesterday so you, too, could have millet with Alfredo sauce and peas topped with a veggie dog cut to look like an octopus complete with mustard eyes and GOLDFISH. Yes, Gold Fish, for lunch. Come on, I KNOW you're jealous. :)


    After lunch the kiddos took a nap and I ran over to the college to get some paperwork signed, met with my adviser and got yelled at for taking too many summer credits...again, but I didn't care because when I got home, the kids were up and



    frosting hand-shaped cookies with their daddy. :)
    And they made me one too. It was sugary.

    Then I made Stuffed Eggplant for dinner. It was awesome. My mom ate it and did not barf, which says a lot because she usually barfs after consuming eggplant.

    After dinner, I went to class, where I answered all my questions right (which makes me happy), got asked by a classmate to review his essay (which also makes me happy, since it means OTHER people think I'm smart) and then I came home and got to nurse The Baby and then snuggle with The Hubs.

    The only way the day could possibly have gotten better is if someone had handed us a million dollars. That may not even beat it, because it was a pretty swell day.
    Zsa Zsa eating the gumdrops off her hand cookie.
    (also the cat trying to get out and AWAY from the kids)
    Did I mention that there were ZERO temper-tantrums yesterday? Yeah, it was awesome.

    May 26, 2010

    Crunchy Mommies

    This is a paper I wrote for my sociology class on a subculture to which I belong. :)
    It's boring. Promise.
    CRUNCHY MOMMIES

         You've seen us; we’re everywhere. It doesn’t hurt that we’re also loud and proud of our parenting ideals. Some call us Granola Moms or Holistic Parenting Activists, but I prefer to think of us as Crunchy Mommies. We’re the ladies who birth at home, nurse well past the first year, wear our babies and shun bouncy seats, swings, TVs and other “parent substitutes”. Our entire world revolves around our children and raising them in the most natural and nurturing way possible.


    One way to spot us is to look for symbols; visual signs that convey a meaning to a group of people who share a subculture. For Crunchy Mommies this would include things like baby slings, cloth diapers and wheat germ snacks. If a Crunchy Mommy has a baby that isn’t a good walker yet, you can bet she’ll have a Moby Wrap, ring sling, Mai Tai or some other soft cloth baby carrier to use instead of hauling her offspring around in a car seat. Die-hard Crunchy Mommies carry their toddler and baby in a soft wrap at the same time. CMs are typically environmentally minded and prefer to use cloth diapers the majority of the time, but since we’re also smart women, these aren’t the cloth diapers your momma used on you! Fuzzi Buns, G Diapers, Bum Genius and other newer brands are contoured and have a removable insert that flushes, so they’re less of a hassle than old school cloth diapers while still enabling Crunchy Mommies to be “Earth Conscious”. They also come in myriad designs so we can show off our Fashion Consciousness as well! CMs are also extremely aware of what we feed our children. You’ll see us in the supermarket reading labels and vetoing anything containing High Fructose Corn Syrup or trans fats. We tend to make most of our food from scratch so we know what’s in it and can ensure the proper nutrition for our families. Some obviously Crunchy ingredients include: bulgur, quinoa, wheat germ, soy beans, tofu and lots and lots of fresh vegetables.



    Crunchy Mommy’s symbols are also what make up our material culture-or physical items created by our subculture. Lots of CM’s make baby slings and wraps to sell to other mommies. We whole-sale the cloth diapers of our chosen brand and even make and sell organic baked goods and other consumables. An example is a group of moms who created Bountiful Baskets, a produce co-op, which they run to allow other Mommies access to fresh produce at cost.

    Crunchy Mommies also have their own language, or system of symbols we use to communicate with one another. You’ll hear us in spirited conversation over such things as VBAC, HBAC, HBA2C, water births, free birth, tandem nursing, baby wearing, co-sleeping, and free range kids. VBAC, HBAC and HBA2C are all related. VBAC stands for vaginal birth after cesarean. HBAC is home birth after cesarean and HBA2C means home birth after two cesareans. The reason there are so many Crunchy expressions involving child birth is because a bad birthing experience is often what leads a woman to become a CM. A Crunchy Mommy has realized the system is set up to benefit the hospital employees and doctors, not the birthing mom. Once she realizes this, she also sees nearly all the ways we are encouraged by society to interact with our children benefit others, not our children or ourselves-- which leads us to co-sleeping and attachment parenting. We are told by “experts” our children must learn to sleep by themselves before they can even talk, let alone care for themselves. Why? Crunchy Mommies question that logic and then embrace bringing the baby into the parents’ bed. This has the added benefit of easier night time nursing. Babies who co-sleep are generally happier and very well adjusted. We also embrace attachment parenting, which is a philosophy that encourages parents to keep the baby with them as much as possible. Hold, snuggle, sleep with and generally have your baby near you at all times. Slings and wraps make this possible. All my children enjoy being in the sling or wrap while I do my chores and fix meals. They frequently fall asleep during vacuuming!

    Crunchy Mommies value, or hold as a standard, ideas that help them parent their children in the best way possible. For most of us, this includes the idea of keeping your child near you almost always while they are in the formative years. Crunchy Mommies are very careful about who they let spend time with their children. For example, my children do not attend day care, even the child center at the gym, because there, I do not control who interacts with my children. Before my pre-schooler is allowed into someone else’s home, I get to know the family first. I invite their children over to play and spend time with the mother. If I am even a tad cautious, my child doesn’t spend time without me in that home. Our teenage babysitters must spend several days in our home with all of us before I consider letting them tend my children alone. For the most part, we put our kids to bed and then the sitter comes over to make sure the house doesn’t burn down on date nights. Crunchy Mommies also prefer Joy School and home school to traditional public schooling because we value being able to teach our children in the way that best suits them. We are also in control of the curriculum, so if we want to skip over certain parts of culture that are taught in public school (like children’s stories about homosexuals) we can. With slightly older children, Crunchy Mommies appreciate the values taught in the philosophy of Free Range Kids, or children who are allowed to play outside unattended. They go to the park by themselves and other activities that help children learn their limits but that are generally frowned upon by the general populous.

    The norms, or rules by which Crunchy Mommies live, state that each Mommy does what is best for her particular child without regard to society. Each CM trusts that every set of parents knows what’s best for their child/ren. This will vary family to family and child to child. The ideas described above, such as birthing at home and wearing your baby, cooking healthfully, and home schooling are generally regarded to be the norm among Crunchy Mommies. Lots of CM’s participate in produce co-ops like Bountiful Baskets to help achieve the eating healthfully goal on a budget. It’s also the norm for Crunchy Mommies to avoid working outside the home, which means most of us operate on a very tight budget. Most CM’s are grateful to be able to raise their children so holistically.

    I didn’t start out life as a Crunchy Mommy. I was a normal person until an emergency cesarean changed my life forever. Once I got over the trauma that surrounded the very unnecessarean (another subculture word) I received, my Le Leche Group members opened my eyes to another way of living. I slowly started to participate in this subculture that felt an awful lot like it belonged in San Francisco, not Idaho Falls. The more I gave up how I thought society was telling me to raise my kids, the more I enjoyed parenting. I found that as my family made choices that moved us closer to each other, it also moved us deeper into this groovy subculture of Crunchydom. Now I’m so crunchy, you have to poor milk on me, just to choke me down!

    May 23, 2010

    Adjusting...Or Not

    The Baby is NOT doing well.
    She hates that I'm gone some of the day at school. Here's the thing, I only leave twice a day. In the morning for about 90 minutes and in the evening for 2-3 hours.
    We were about ready to wean, since she's almost 18 months. In fact, we were down to twice a day. Now every time I walk in the door, she wants to nurse. She pulls my shirt up any time I'm sitting down. And if I cave, then she gets mad there's not a full meal waiting there.
    What on earth are we going to do in a few weeks when I need to be at school ALL day?
    I knew going back to school was a bad idea. Really, I did.
    I love my children, but they've become so difficult with all the changes being thrust upon them I feel a sort of relief when I need to leave the house and that's the worst part; being happy to get away. I feel just awful.

    The thing I keep coming back to is, it's never going to be easier that it is now to finish school. We'll just have more kids later. And it's never going to be cheaper than it is now, because the cost of school always goes up.
    These things make logical sense, but 18-month-olds and 3-year-olds are NOT logical. Not even a little bit.

    All they know is their mommy, who is always there, suddenly isn't. And now she's cranky, too.
    Sorry babies! I hope you are young enough to forget this summer. I know it has scarred me for life.

    May 18, 2010

    Summer School, Dos

    I started Summer School yesterday. To be honest, it was kind of anticlimactic.
    The one class I was both dreading AND looking forward to was canceled.
    Athletic Weights. 
    (See? Fun AND scary!) 
    Apparently I was the only one to sign up. Which is slightly more disappointing than taking the class with the entire basketball team, which is what I thought might happen.
    Then I went to Sociology 101 which they may as well call Marxism 101 because that dude was mentioned no less than eight times in the first chapter of the text. Luckily, my teacher does not appear to be a Marxist, and as my cousin says, it's good to see things from another point of view.
    I happen to think Marxism is the point of view of the Devil, but hey, it IS another way to see the world. And really, that's what sociology is; viewing the world differently.