September 22, 2011 § 2 Comments
One of my biggest fears as a mother has been having grown-ups, who are professionals, force my kids to do as they’re told. Telling my kid that “they’re fine” when they’re hurt and assuring them “there’s nothing to be afraid of” when they’re having a panic attack are among the lines I’ve heard. One of my all time favorites was having a health professional tell one of my kids, “you won’t get a toy unless you stop crying”. I quickly turned to my kid, a very young toddler at the time, and said (in Spanish), “they’re giving you the toy even if you keep crying… it’s okay if you cry”.
My kids are the kind that know quickly whether the grown-up they’re dealing with is being sincere or whether they just want them to perform in a certain way. In some cases, this adult manipulation is fine (yeah, no one is gonna give an adult a time-out for manipulating a kid, right!?). We manipulate at all ages. I don’t think that’s the part that bothers me.
The fact that the pediatric dentist we’ve been to in town like to use VERSED- a sedative with amnesiac properties- bothers me to no end. It will probably forever bother me that I allowed them to administer VERSED to my little boy when he was just 2 years old, so they could fix two of his front teeth from the terrible cavities he had.
PubMed says that VERSED, which is a brand name for Midazolam “is given to children before medical procedures or before anesthesia for surgery to cause drowsiness, relieve anxiety, and prevent any memory of the event. Midazolam is in a class of medications called benzodiazepines. It works by slowing activity in the brain to allow relaxation and sleep.”
I have to say that one day I might even use the word “regret” in place of “it bothers me”. It’s part of the burden of motherhood.
Yesterday, my 4yo knocked the filling off one of her front teeth with the hammer of the glockenspiel. I called the pediatric dentist who, guess what, asked if my 4yo was cooperative and when I said she’s had a really hard time in the past, said very matter-of-factly that I didn’t have to worry cos they could always use VERSED if she wouldn’t cooperate.
That was the last straw.
I know I can’t keep all chemicals away from my kids. But I will keep trying to limit their exposure whenever possible. This is one of those times.
I canceled the appointment at the pediatric dentist and called my dentist– the dentist who has been using composite on fillings since 1994, is aware of less invasive dental procedures, and wonders why it’s taking the rest of his profession so long to realize the damage of, say, mercury in your mouth.
While my sweet little boy didn’t want to be at dentists’ office, my girl was doing just fine. In short, for the first time, she sat in the dentists’ chair, held her mouth open wide and calmly waited for the dentist and his assistant to do their work.
The dentist put a new BPA-free plastic filling on the tooth, counted her teeth, talked to her, and helped us set up a cleaning.
I can’t tell you how giddy I was when I saw her there. She was so calm. I was so happy for her and I have been telling her as much all day. Even her brother told her how proud of her he was for letting the dentist do his work.
Today, it feels like anything is possible. And I stick to my mothering approach of supporting my kids thru thick and thin- thru every scream attack, every sobby story, every fear. I will believe them. Kids, I promise.
Here she is (and yes, that is a frilly skirt she’s wearing):
September 15, 2011 § 2 Comments
My mom got me this book for Ayyam-i-Ha this year (a Baha’i celebration) and I was so excited to get it. My mom knows me. She knows that I’d rather get sewing books, patterns and fabric than anything else. She really does know how to keep me busy. hehe
I made the dungarees from this book for the boy but they ended up being a little too small so I’m giving them away as a gift (mental note: send them to your friend, Leila)
I knew I had to make something else from this book. I mean, honestly, I could make everything and go back for a second helping of cuteness.
But moving on to my recent sewing. I worked a muslin (remember, this is the trial run of the final garment- it’s meant to be made to practice any new techniques you don’t know, assess any problems in the pattern or the instructions, clarify your preferences when they differ from the pattern and the directions, etc). But I have to say, I’ve never been so excited about a muslin before. Even Josh got excited about it when he saw it.
I also have to preface with the fact that when I make muslins I try to use thread that I can find easily should I need to rip out any stitches, and a lot of time I use bobbins with thread left over from other projects. In other words, you can see the thread.
When this shirt, the pintuck shirt, is done, the boy gets to wear it at our cousin’s wedding in October. We already bought him some pants and I think this shirt is going to go really well with them. Drum roll:
Since my model wasn’t available, I had to use his sister, who was pretty excited to put on the “practice shirt”. The boy put it on later but there is no proof.
I’m so excited to get this shirt going on the fashion fabric. It’s white and is drapier than the muslin so it’s gonna work out really well. Isn’t the mandarin collar adorable??
Ooh! I didn’t even show you the sleeve placket! The directions in the book aren’t that easy to follow but this video made the whole thing doable.
Next, I’m working on another dress muslin.