Friday, October 18, 2013

FAMILIES FROM AROUND THE WORLD


My child is from Venezuela. To learn information that would prepare me and be helpful to the student I would prepare myself by

·         Using the internet to learn as much information about Venezuela.

·         Decorate my home in Venezuelan inspired décor, in order to allow the child to feel comfortable in the setting.

·         Learn to prepare Venezuelan dishes so that I could attempt to cook foods that are culturally responsive to the student.

·         Learn and provide Venezuelan toys, and hobbies that are particularly enjoyed in their culture.

·         Learn and provide Venezuelan music and dances as to use to listen to and to use during celebrations.

I hope these things will help proceed the student with comforts of home. I want them to know how excited I am about their visit and how much I have prepared for their visit. In addition, I want them to know that they are special and that I respect who they are. I want them to understand that I am not trying to change them. I want to teach them our culture while still enjoying and celebrating their own.
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  1. UnknownOctober 18, 2013 at 11:52 AM

    I like the idea of learning the music and dance. I think that would go great with the different clothes they wear according to the song. The children would really like that and would get involved. Maybe the family could show you some dance moves to help get them more involved as well.

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  2. UnknownOctober 19, 2013 at 12:00 PM

    As I was reading your post I thought of a way to include all the families in you care to be involved. You could ask each family to bring a game or toy that represented their family culture to your house and they could be shared amongst the group while the children are there. The children could act as peer teachers as they explained tot the other children how to use or play with the toy they brought. It would also provide insight for each of them into the family culture of their peers.

    Thanks,
    Betsy

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I chose to write about the birth of my first son, who was born preterm at 19 wks and passed away. I chose this birth to write about because it was the most tramautic and most memorable. I also chose this birth because after reading the chapters and sections I think it is important to be knowledgable about your body and to keep up with appointments and take proper test and procedures to ensure that your baby is born full term and healthy. Five days before going into labor, I felt really bad and had an inkling that something was wrong. The physician that I was using at the time had an office in my town but was only there on Thursdays for appt. This was a Friday afternoon and if I wanted to see her I would have to drive over sixty miles to her next office. So, i gnored the signs and went on thinking that I was ok. On Wednesday morning, I woke up with slight stomach cramps. Took a shower, got dressed for work, and daughter off to daycare. Stopped by my Mother in laws house and when I got inside I had to sit down, the pain had gotten progressively worse. Still I continued on to work and and worked through the morning with the pain getting getting worse. Then I went to the restroom and noticed a bloody show. I had a coworker take me to the local er where I had to got through an hour long ultrasound of the baby and my cervix. My baby looked great and I found out I was having a boy!!!! How exciting, that is just what me and hubby wanted since we already had a daughter togther and he has an older daughter from a previous relationship. This was perfect. Now, all they had to do was stop these cramps so I could get home to inform my husband of the picture perfect family we were going to have! Well after waiting hours for a dr, to come in and see my I was delivered the horrible news!! His words exactly was "you are going to lose this baby". He said it with no sympathy at all. I immediately started crying and askign why. He stated that I had developed an infection. My cervix had already dialted to 5 cm, the blood I saw earlier was my mucus plug and when he checked me, the water bag was coming through my cervix. I pleaded with him to do anything to help save my baby. He stated that if the bag would go up some, he could stitch my cervix closed but he couldn't do that with the bag protruding out of the cervix. So I waited nervously overnight, laying basically upside down in the hospital bed hoping that this would help the bag to go back up and at least give him a little room to stitch me up. The next day he came to check me again and told me that there was nothing else he could do. I had developed an infection from having my cervix opened for so long and that if I didnt deliver the baby I would die. I felt like dying right there. This just couldnt be. I was 19 wks pregnant, certainly I could hang in there three more wks. But he said no. I called my normal dr's office and they called a major medical university located near their office who has one of the best neonatal hospitals in the world. However, they wouldnt even accept me since I wasnt at least 21 wks and due to the fact that I had the infection. So I had to accept that I was going to lose my baby boy. The nurse came into to give me something to break my water and everything just seemed like a blur. I was told that I didnt need an epidural since the baby was less than a pound. However, after hollering and screaming in pain from the emotional and physical stress, they gave me an epidural. Even with the epidural, this was the most painful and emotional births of my three births. Even with the epidural I could feel every single thing, I was in a lot of pain but dont know if it was really physical pain or the emotional and mental pain that was causing me to be in pain. Jackson Reed Hemingway was born on July 23, 2008 at 12:18pm. I decided that I didnt want to see him but having to be sedated after the birth, when I calmed down, I wanted to see my baby. I was able to see him and hold him. The hospital provided me with pics and foot prints. Me and my husband decided not to have a memorial for him. Instead, we mourned privately. Although Jackson did not live, I know that if he had, he would have had tremendous health issues to battle. Pre-term babies literally have to fight for their lifes. I would have wanted him to live. However, when I think of all the pain and issues that would have plagued him the first couple of months of his life, I would never want to see my child suffer. His development would have been slowed but learning from this weeks resources on growth and development it is not to say that he wouldnt have grown up to be a healthy baby boy.