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You will find a mix of homeschooling ideas, pregnancy/birth issues, including my adventures as a doula, and cooking and baking. 
I hope that what you read here is encouraging and brightens your day.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommasara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommasara.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16495518/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>mommasara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03738174902406742238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>237</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/CalledByHisName" /><feedburner:info uri="calledbyhisname" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEICQH84fip7ImA9WxNQFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16495518.post-2707615754912608886</id><published>2009-09-22T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:16:01.136-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-22T08:16:01.136-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Layered Learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a loss the start of the school year on how to manage both my second grader and my kindergartner.  My 2ND grader was used to having me all to herself for school, and really did not like having to share.  My kindergartner needs a lot more hands on help.  My morning would go something like this; I would be helping one child, and the other would constantly interrupt and try to get my attention.  Back and forth, all day for the first week.  I knew that this could not go on and be a healthy, fun school year for all of us.  I also wanted to be the most time efficient considering I have 2 other children not yet school age.  So now we do what I've nicknamed Layered Learning.  This would probably seem really obvious to all of you reading this, but I'm quite proud I thought it up.  Every subject, we do at the same time.  I just gear it to each kids level of learning.  I do spend one lesson a day with each alone, usually Language Arts.  They really bloom under the one-on-one contact.  My 3 year old is even sitting with us and demanding a lesson to do.  I purchased the Handwriting without Tears curriculum, and there's these wooden shapes you can use to form the alphabet.  So she sits down and matches all the pieces to the letter pages.  We are all really enjoying school now.  Since we are all doing the same lesson, they are both getting my attention at the same time and all the struggle is gone.  Sometime it takes me awhile to figure out practical solutions, so I was really stoked to come up with such a neat solution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=olivbran-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=13&amp;l=ur1&amp;category=kitchen&amp;banner=0J9GCWM56ZWRSPYPWS82&amp;f=ifr" width="468" height="60" scrolling="no" border="0" marginwidth="0" style="border:none;" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16495518-2707615754912608886?l=mommasara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I can tell, just be looking at a women through her contractions and how she acts between them, what stage of labor she is in. It's an art, not a science, and of course there are some women who are the exception.  It's an art, born of respect, love, patience, and time.  One of my biggest frustrations in a hospital is the litigation based care.  Women labor best if they are uninterrupted.  How easy is it to create a pattern and rhythm if you are being poked and prodded and belted?  With a doula it is definitely easier, but still hard to keep momentum.  And I have seen women told over and over "this is what is best for your baby"  blah blah blah.  In research studies, intermittent monitoring is just as safe.  They need that 20 minute strip every hour in case you have to go to trial. (I am not talking about high-risk cases, by the way.  Or if you are undergoing an induction.  It is vital in those cases to be continuously monitored, because Pitocin can really stress a baby.)  A women needs to move doing labor. A women needs to feel in charge and powerful during labor.  &lt;br /&gt;The saying "less is more" is absolutely true about labor and birth.  But just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I found this.  This really has the potential to invade hospitals and become the new standard of care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Labor Pro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Labor Pro is “a novel labor monitoring system that using ultrasound imaging measures continuously and objectively measures fetal position, presentation and station along with cervical dilation. Labor Pro quantitatively assesses and records vital labor parameters in real-time to enable obstetricians to make informed and accurate decisions throughout the labor process to improve both the quality and cost of obstetric care."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website lists Labor Pro’s capabilities as able to:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Determine continuous station &amp; position of fetal head by ultrasound imaging,&lt;br /&gt;    * Provide radiation-free pelvimetry &amp; birth canal modeling.&lt;br /&gt;    * Perform one-step computerized “non-invasive” trans-vaginal digital examination (I&lt;br /&gt;    * Determine intermittent or continuous accurate measurement of cervical dilatation&lt;br /&gt;    * Record comprehensive labor data recording&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also touts its “unique benefits” as the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Non-invasive, precise measurement of station &amp; position&lt;br /&gt;    * Improves assessment of non-progressive labor&lt;br /&gt;    * Supports decision-making before operative delivery&lt;br /&gt;    * User friendly, on-screen display of all labor parameters&lt;br /&gt;    * Enhances patient comfort and sense of security&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  First you have to place “just four little electrodes” externally on the mother’s pelvis in order to continuously assess fetal station and position and also enables the user to ”recognize CPD early”.  Second you just have to clip (or screw) “just a few position sensors” to the woman’s cervix to accurately and continuously measure cervical dilation.  And third you just have to screw “just a small little electrode” into the baby’s head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Frost &amp; Sullivan, the organization that awarded Trig Medical for the Labor Pro technology, “The Labor Pro is staff and mother-friendly and requires only basic training in ultrasound usage, obviating the need for an obstetric ultrasound expert,” adds Ms. Prabakar. “Moreover, the technology employs non-invasive, radiation-free pelvimetry as well as a single-step computerised digital examination. All labor progress tracking data including the fetal heart rate monitor are integrated in the Labor Pro display and automatically recorded by the system, which helps reduce staff workload.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is absolutely horrendous.  That a company would even think this was a good idea!&lt;br /&gt;One thing that really concerns me is the chance for serious infection.  All those wires are just like a superhighway into the uterus.  Hospitals are not clean places.  MRSA is a big threat.  Constant cervical checks are bad enough.  This is a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;People need people, not machines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=olivbran-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=13&amp;l=ur1&amp;category=kitchen&amp;banner=0J9GCWM56ZWRSPYPWS82&amp;f=ifr" width="468" height="60" scrolling="no" border="0" marginwidth="0" style="border:none;" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16495518-2057981168145474360?l=mommasara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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However, giving birth in a hospital and giving birth naturally seem to not co-exist on the same plane sometimes. As an L&amp;D nurse, I can give you some handy hints and tips on how to achieve a natural birth in a hospital setting, if that is what you desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Find a good practice that has midwives. Ask for referrals from pregnant friends for natural birth promoting midwife and/or obstetrician practices. Yes, there are some awesome doctors out there who promote natural birth.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Do not allow your doctor or midwife to talk you into a medically unnecessary induction. Most inductions are medically unnecessary (post dates, baby is too big, baby is too small, blood pressure starting to rise but you're not preeclamptic, advanced maternal age, maternal exhaustion, convenience, elective inductions, social inductions, diabetic mother, hypothyroidism, etc....I could list more).&lt;br /&gt;   3. Educate yourself on pregnancy. Read books about pregnancy. Join a support group online.&lt;br /&gt;   4. Take childbirth education classes that focus on preparing you for natural childbirth.&lt;br /&gt;   5. Practice breathing techniques.&lt;br /&gt;   6. Learn how to preform self-hypnosis (also known as Hypnobirthing).&lt;br /&gt;   7. Learn about focal points and visualization. Pick some focal points or have some images handy to focus on during your labor. (My personal favorite was imagining a rose slowly opening with each contraction, the rose symbolized my cervix.)&lt;br /&gt;   8. Although you have pain with contractions, the contraction are over in about 60 seconds. You can do anything for 60 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;   9. Each contraction brings you closer to seeing and holding your newborn.&lt;br /&gt;  10. Plan to labor at home as long as you possibly can. The sooner you arrive at the hospital, the greater chance you have of medical interventions.&lt;br /&gt;  11. Formulate a birth preference list that is sensible, and reasonably thought out. Do not just cut and paste a cookie cutter birth plan from the internet. Be open to changes as deemed reasonable. Your birth preference list should be no more than a half page of paper.&lt;br /&gt;  12. Let your provider know of your intentions for a natural birth as soon as possible. If they make you feel uncomfortable in any way of your choices, find a different care provider.&lt;br /&gt;  13. Learn ahead of time what the "standard protocol" is on your labor and delivery unit for laboring patients. Usually, they require a minimum of a reactive non-stress test on external fetal monitoring, which can be done in as little as 15-20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;  14. You can refuse anything offered to you, but be reasonable - periodic fetal monitoring is for your baby's well-being. Continuous fetal monitoring is more for your care provider's ease in doing their job (because your nurse is usually caring for more than 1 laboring woman at a time).&lt;br /&gt;  15. An IV is not needed to give birth naturally, provided that you do not need IV antibiotics for being group B strep positive. Even with antibiotic treatment, make sure you are unhooked from the IV fluids and left with only a "hep well" or "saline lock" left in place.&lt;br /&gt;  16. Ambulation in labor is important. Keep moving in early labor, with periods of rest. Stay upright as much as you can in active labor.&lt;br /&gt;  17. Use of hydrotherapy helps with labor pains, and can also help make your labor progress. Use the shower or tub (if available). Stay hydrated with oral fluids (water, juice, etc).&lt;br /&gt;  18. Believe in yourself and the power of your body!&lt;br /&gt;  19. Make sure that your partner supports you emotionally, as well as physically for your plans of a natural birth.&lt;br /&gt;  20. The birth process is a very empowering time period in a woman's life, and it can and will leave lasting impressions in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;  21. Speak up for what you believe in. Don't be afraid to say no if you don't agree with something. Ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;  22. Hire a doula, if so desired, to help you achieve your natural birth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=olivbran-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=13&amp;l=ur1&amp;category=kitchen&amp;banner=0J9GCWM56ZWRSPYPWS82&amp;f=ifr" width="468" height="60" scrolling="no" border="0" marginwidth="0" style="border:none;" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16495518-6482158903181522583?l=mommasara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hillary and Obama are having lunch in the Senate Dining Room, brainstorming campaign ideas to pitch to the Democratic National Committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: Why don't they have salsa on the table?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: What do you need salsa for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: Salsa is now the number one condiment in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: You know why? Because people like to say "salsa." "Excuse me, do you have salsa?" "We need more salsa." "Where is the salsa? No salsa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: You know it must be impossible for a Spanish person to order seltzer and not get salsa. (Angry) "I wanted seltzer, not salsa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: "Don't you know the difference between seltzer and salsa?? You have the seltzer after the salsa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: (Just throwing it out there): This should be the campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: This. Just arguing. Arguing about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary (Dismissing): Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: No I'm serious. That sounds like a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: Just arguing? What's the campaign about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: It's about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: No real policies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: No, forget the policies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: You've got to have policies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: Who says you gotta have policies? Remember when we were voting for... for that Senate resolution that proclaimed 'making good people feel good is a good thing' that time? That could be a whole presidential campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: And who is running in this campaign about nothing? Who are the candidates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: I could be a candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: Yeah. You could run for President as a woman who is not really a woman, except when you cry, and I could run for President as a black man who is not really a black man, except when I go to church. Democrats would buy it. They really would. They're Democrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: So, on my campaign trail in 2008, there's a candidate following me around named Barack Hussein Obama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: Yeah. There's something wrong with that? I'm candidential. People are always saying to me, "You know you're a quite a candidate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: And who else is on the campaign trail in this campaign about nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: That poof Edwards could be a candidate. Kucinich....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: Now he's a candidate..... So everybody I know is a candidate in the campaign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: And it's about nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: Absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: So you're saying, I go in to the DNC, and tell them I got this idea for a campaign about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: WE go into the DNC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: "We"? Since when are you experienced enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama (Scoffs): Experience. We're talking to Democrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: You want to go with me to the DNC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: Yeah. I think we really go something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: What do we got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: A concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: What concept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: A concept for a winning presidential campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: I still don't know what the concept is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: It's a campaign about HOPE AND CHANGE. It's about nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: Right. Who does HOPE and who does CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: I'll do HOPE and CHANGE because I can do nothing about them. You can do EXPERIENCE because you don't really have any. All these Republican candidates are going to campaign on something. We'll campaign on nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: So, we go into the DNC, we tell them we've got an idea for a campaign about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: They say, "What's your campaign about?" I say, "Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary (After a moment of pause): I think you may have something there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=olivbran-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=13&amp;l=ur1&amp;category=kitchen&amp;banner=0J9GCWM56ZWRSPYPWS82&amp;f=ifr" width="468" height="60" scrolling="no" border="0" marginwidth="0" style="border:none;" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16495518-1593525906906238464?l=mommasara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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