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@tallandblonde_xo Did I give some good advice? #advice #agonyaunt #breakup …
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Stop Public Shaming Our Kids
Behavior Management and Public Shaming.
I am the father of a teenager. The #1 rule I’ve learned is to not embarrass my teenager in front of their peers.
I get it. I respect that.
Here’s my question. Why do we hang “behavior charts” in public for everyone to see?
Why, when a student is having a hard time, does everyone have to know?
Why does everyone have to be reminded that Billy is struggling, or made a mistake, every time they look at the chart?
Why do we do it?
Why do teachers embarrass their students when they mess up?
How is a kid supposed to feel safe in a classroom where every time they make a mistake, they get embarrassed in front of their peers?
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I Gave Up Being A Mother To Indulge Myself
I’m about to hit a “perfect parent”‘s nerve here, but to be quite frank, I’m way past the point of caring.
I do not give a fuck. No fucks given whatsoever.
If you’re a mum, you’re probably on a mum’s advice page on Facebook, right?
I am, too.
I asked a fair question and I was practically mauled by a pack of dogs for it.
I bet you’re dying to know what it was that I asked, so here it is…
“My ex-partner has a full time job, he earns £30k plus, he has plenty of disposable income and pays nothing for our child. Am I wrong in stopping contact?”
Apparently, I was; I was a bitch apparently and God only knows what else.
So, after a lot of thinking, do you know what I did?
I decided I couldn’t be bothered to be a mother anymore; yeah, I put myself before my kids.
What do they matter anyway? They’re just an inconvenience.
So, I woke up this morning as usual; I’d usually give my children some breakfast and some juice before school, but today I decided to give it a miss – I scoffed mine down, though.
I didn’t bother buying toothpaste when I went shopping either, so they’ll have to skip brushing their teeth aswell – I bought myself some, though.
So, then, I made sure the kids were dressed in filthy clothes, ready for school – mine were clean, though.
It was raining today, but I sent my eldest to school on his own, with no coat. He’ll have to stay indoors and play on his own – coats aren’t cheap, especially mine.
I went to work as soon as he left. I left my youngest at home, though – I’m not wasting £50 a day on childcare.
Who has that kind of money to spend?!
I then had a call from the school to ask why my eldest child wasn’t attending his educational school trip – truth is, I spent his trip money on cigarettes.
I got home from work and they were both sat in the cold and dark – I spent the electricity and gas money on a night out.
They started to complain they were hungry again – tough, I’m getting a takeaway when they go to bed.
They can skip having a bath and go straight to bed, they can surivive without a wash.
It’s Saturday tomorrow, the kids are off and I think we’ll just stay in because I’m skint – I went a bit mad on buying myself new clothes last week.
Actually, I’ve got a bit of cash spare, I’ll fuck off out for the weekend instead and won’t bother making the effort.
Of course, I would never do this to my children.
Who in their right fucking mind would do this to their child?
A man would, that’s who (and apparently some women do aswell).
If a woman behaved this way, she would have her children taken away and placed in to care – no questions asked.
So, tell me this – why is it okay for a man not to provide for his children and still think he’s entitled to a relationship with his child?
There are exceptions, of course – there always are. But, if you work and have money to spend on yourself, you can spend it on your child.
No fucking excuses.
Stop defending a man for being a man, it’s WRONG.
Credit @theunicorninblack
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Some Children Are Just Born Feral
Some children are just born feral.
Parents can potty train and sleep train and teach manners until their brains are about to explode, but there are some children who, for some reason God only knows, can’t be tamed.
They are the kids who pull their diapers off and paint the house with their own poop.
They are the kids who eat dead bugs off the floor and shove TNT snap-n-pops into their ear canals. They are the kids who meet your emergency room deductible by February.
They are the kids who are responsible for your forehead wrinkles and every, single gray hair. They play too close to the water, run through the hallways with forks, and somehow (like really, HOW?) climb the fireplace mantle.
Like I said, some children are just born feral.
So, what should parents do with these tiny little wildebeests?
Society certainly has opinions. Experts have their theories. Authors have their books. Pharmacies have their pharms.
Little old ladies are going to stop and shake their heads and their long-wrinkled fingers, because they think they know.
But, parents, listen to me right now because I’m going to save you some serious heartache and stress:
NOTHING 👏 IS 👏 GONNA 👏 TAME 👏 A 👏 FERAL 👏 BORN 👏 CHILD.
So, cover your electric outlets with plastic plugs and anchor your furniture to the floor. Hide your batteries on the highest shelf and lower that crib mattress a little more.
Hide your pets, put your forks and knives in a secret drawer (Then maybe move them once a week, just to be safe.)
Because you aren’t going to tame that feral child. Best you can hope for is to simply survive them.
And if some Know-It-All wants to tell you otherwise, you go find them a drunk and hungry hyena. Shove it into some Doc McStuffins pull-ups and drop it off at that Know-It-All’s house. Tell them it likes to eat broccoli and really needs a bath.
Then go back in 24 hours and see how confident Mr. Know-It-All still feels about parenting your feral born child.
Now it’s true that parents of feral children are tired.
Our hair is all frazzled and our houses falling apart brick by brick. We have long since given up on trying to impress the world with our awesome, awesome parenting skills.
We are okay with the fact that our child is wild. We are okay with the mess and the noise.
Believe it or not, we even RELISH IT.
(A little bit.)
Because only a feral child can teach you to see the world through an unfiltered lens. Only a feral child can see a world of adventure in 1/8-acre flat, grassy lawn. Only a wild, unadulterated spirit knows the joy of streaking through the house after a bath, screaming like a banshee and feeling the wind on their buck-naked skin.
It’s a little crazy, but let’s be honest: it’s pretty freaking fun.
Some children are just born feral. It’s true.
The sooner we accept that, the better off we will be. And just a thought, but maybe…just maybe…
We have a little bit to learn from these wild at heart, freedom-filled, life-relishing little humans.
Credit https://www.facebook.com/MKBackstrom
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He Was Taken From My Arms Screaming And Crying
The last time I held my 20 month old son, and saw his eyes open was at 9pm on 3/3 as he was taken from my arms screaming and crying as he was rushed back to surgery to remove what we thought was a nickel stuck in his throat. It has felt like a lifetime going without his hugs, kisses and hearing his sweet voice. I never imagined how important those little lips and arms meant to me until they were taken away from me.
I have contemplated sharing his story because I felt only the immediate family needed to know the critical situation my son is in. But as I keep talking to nurses and replaying the night it all happened I feel it’s only right to share with all my friends and family and their families and friends so that this can never happen to anyone’s young child ever again.
It started as a normal night. My husband was outside grilling burgers while I was cooking food in preparation for the burgers. In a split second our night changed as our son knocked on the glass door proudly showing his daddy what he had in his mouth. My husband jumped up immediately opening the door but just as fast as my husband acted so did my son. My son ran away swallowing what appeared to be a nickel. My husband yells for me saying he swallowed a coin. Being a nurse, I quickly assess my son for signs of choking. He was breathing and still pink. He didn’t seem to be struggling. He was crying, screaming “quarter, momma!” (He calls all coins quarter). He then begins to gag and vomit intermittently telling me it has not passed through his throat.
We rush him to the ER where they take an x-ray showing the coin in the middle of his throat. Docs were reassuring about the coin. All we needed was for it to be taken out and we’d be able to go home that night. No big deal.
Afterwards, we were sent to Children’s hospital where they take another X-ray to make sure the coin had not traveled further.
This time the surgeons come back with a different demeanor. They asked if there was any chance our son had access to a button battery? My husband and I look at each other and immediately said no, absolutely not. No way.
And immediately it hit me. My food scale. We were weighing our food as we cooked and somehow my son got ahold of it and was banging it on the kitchen floor. I remember my mother-in-law yelling at him and removing it from him. But we didn’t think to look for the battery from the back. Maybe others would’ve but it didn’t even cross our minds to look for a battery we so rarely see.So reality began to sink in because this is possibly the worst thing he could’ve swallowed.
He Was Taken From My Arms Screaming And Crying My son was rushed to the OR and prepped for surgery at 9pm. The surgery was supposed to take 15-30 min but after an hour we finally got a call from the nurse saying the surgeon is having trouble removing the battery so they have called in the ENT surgeons for assistance. An hour later we received another call saying the battery was removed and he was moved up to the PICU.
The Surgeons were reassuring, the battery was removed after 5 hours of ingestion so minimal damage occurred but we wouldn’t know the extent of damage until the MRI 24 hours later.
My son is currently in the PICU intubated, on pain meds, antibiotics and sedation. We received the MRI results last night which were not as bad as it could’ve been but still bad. We were told he is on the better end of the “horrible scale”
The positive end of the battery apparently created a charge with the negative charge in the blood of the vessel behind his esophagus. This created a magnet between the battery and blood. The battery began to erode my sons esophagus tissue, leaving him a hole in his throat. The magnet effect is why the surgeons had such trouble removing it which ultimately led to prolonged exposure and worsening the breakdown of his esophagus. He also has an infection in his chest due to fluids from his mouth and tummy leaking into his chest through his hole, introducing bacteria in a place they should not be.
We do not know when my son will be extubated. He was supposed to be extubated last night but 24 hours later he is still intubated.
My sons life has changed so much because of this tiny battery. He will no longer be able to eat or drink through his mouth until this hole heals. My son still breast feeds, he is no where near being ready to stop (his choice, not mine 😁) but because of this injury the decision was made for him and it breaks my heart. He is on antibiotics to cure the current infection he has but will continue to be on antibiotics until his hole closes. We will be under constant monitoring while in the hospital but as well outpatient because our journey doesn’t end once we leave the hospital. We will have continuous ENT follow up appointments to ensure that his scare tissue continues to grow and doesn’t end up causing a stricture which would ultimately narrow his esophagus causing him to choke and gag when consuming things. This would mean another surgery to loosen up the tissue. As well, I’m sure there is much more we are not aware of.I’m sharing my son’s story because these tiny batteries are in our everyday household items as well as the toys the kids play with. Most of us wouldn’t think any harm could come from a tiny thing like a button battery but our world couldn’t be rocked more because of the tiny thing. All the surgeons, doctors and nurses say this is not new to them. Children consuming these tiny batteries happens on a daily basis.
I never knew anything could happen quite like this…. not until it actually happened.Please share this story with all your friends and family so our precious little children don’t have to go through what not only my son is currently going through but many other children as well.
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I’m The Butt Of All The Family Jokes
I have a close family member that was diagnosed with colon cancer pretty recently, and it was advised that I get a colonoscopy, since it is now part of my family medical history. I dragged my feet, but decided to finally do it.
Okay now, if you have done the prep, or know someone who has done the prep, it is no joke! You basically overdose on laxatives, and then chain yourself to the toilet, and hope for the best. I barely survived!!
Next morning, I go to the hospital for the procedure, and all goes well. After I wake up, the doctor comes to tell me his findings. He tells me that I have a very healthy colon, no polyps, or cancer. But…. they found a ring. Now at this point I’m thinking it’s a medical term for something, and I say, ”A ring of what? What does that mean?” He then picks up a cup and rattles it’s contents. He says, “Does this look familiar?”
I nearly died! 😳 I had so many questions!
“Yes, that’s my ring, but how did it get there?”
“How could I have swallowed a ring, and not know it?”
“How was the ring still in my colon, after the massive amounts of poop 💩 that so violently exited my body the night before?”
“Again, how could I have swallowed my ring without knowing?”
The doctor and nurse just stared at me as if to say, “Lady, I don’t know your life.”After entertaining many crazy theories in my head, I think I may have solved the mystery. This is an explanation I can live with, and makes sense to me, so here you go:
I don’t like to wear my ring when I wash my hands, so I will set it on the sink, or put it in my pocket. After I dry my hands, I put it back on. (Sometimes I forget) Also, I take several vitamin supplements every day. I take them all at once, by collecting water in my mouth, tipping my head back, while still holding the water in my mouth, drop them in, then swallow. I have to take my vitamins with food, so after breakfast I will go get my vitamins and sometimes put them in my pocket. I think I left my ring in my pocket after washing my hands, then added my vitamins to that pocket. When I took out the vitamins to swallow, the ring came with them and down it went.The ring had only been missing a few days, and I wasn’t too worried about it. I figured it would turn up somewhere. Never in a million years did I think that it would be in my colon. So grateful they found it. I can only imagine the issues it may have caused me in the future.
I’m The Butt Of All The Family Jokes I’m already the butt (pun intended) of my family’s jokes. I commented that I had misplaced a Christmas gift I wanted to wrap, and my son goes, “Did you check your colon?” …. I might be returning one of his gifts later.