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Just for a week

by brendahallowes on FlickrThe snow is melting. Spring is in the air. Yet here I am, on my computer. Working, networking, blogging, writing – doing what so many people are doing right at this very moment.

I love it. I love technology. I love blogging. I love being able to hop on the computer and find something I need to know in an instant. I love networking with people across the country. I love having a tiny little device in my pocket at all times to be able to reach my kids. I love being connected.

But this past weekend as I watched my son texting, my husband on his laptop, my daughter with her iPod, and myself on Twitter,  I wished the world were what it was just fifteen years ago … 1995. Back in 1995 I worked for an Internet company. Not many people had the ability to connect in their houses, but I did.  I had the internet for when I needed it. But that was all. When I needed it. I used it to connect to work and have to admit thought it was really awesome being able to view videos and see things that were unimaginable just years before. It was fun. But that was all it was.

It was supplemental. Now it is required. It was rare. Now it is everywhere. At work, at home, in our cars, on airplanes, in coffee shops, in our pockets. We can’t live without it. We are now a world that cannot go without a constant connection to the entire rest of the world.

I have no problem admitting I am someone who needs my internet access. I need that ability. I mean, what would I do if I couldn’t in an instant look up what temperature to cook a roast? There was a time when you may have to call a neighbor. What would I do during that heated discussion about what year the last tsunami really was – get out an encyclopedia - a what?

However, I also think it would be nice and basically somewhat relieving to go back to 1995 for just a week – especially with my kids the ages they are now. To have them go back to that day with absolutely no knowledge of today. To have them live in a world where Facebook or texting never was. Where they could live life without the digital world nearby. Where they could concentrate fully on what is going on around them, family, and the simple life … not the little electronic device in their pocket. Where there is no such thing as the Internet or smartphones. Where they could appreciate what real life is. Where I too could honestly focus completely on life, real life.

How about you?  Would you go back for a week?

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Medical mistakes

Five years ago just before my little girl came into the world I had one fear and expressed my fear to those in charge.  You see, my first two children were born with the umbilical cord wrapped tightly around their necks.  I was very lucky to have a doctor who didn’t even flinch with them, a doctor who did not even make me aware of what could have been.

Things were different with my third child.  I expressed my fear and explained my concern that the odds seemed high to me having had the same problem with two previous pregnancies.  She didn’t seem to worry, so it put me at ease.  After all, she is the medical professional, not me.

My daughter was blue and not breathing when she was born.  The moment I heard call the NICU STAT, I realized something was not right.  It seems like a blurry nightmare.  After what seemed like hours, she thankfully stabilized and did well.

Today, five years later I finally had the courage to dig deeper into the records from that day.  Not much information was given to us at the hospital.  I now know on that day my daughter was intubated, crashed, had a collapsed lung, and then had her lung blown back up with a needle through her chest.  I am told she almost did not make it.  I am told if she were at a different hospital where they do not have round-the-clock staffing of pediatric doctors, she more than likely would not have made it.

I am very thankful for the doctors who saved her life that day; however what makes me angry is that it should have never happened in the first place.  Research says that more than 70 percent of all medical errors ending in death are a result of miscommunication. I have since learned that babies born with cords around their necks have a simple protocol to prevent situations like this.  Years ago babies died for this very reason.  Today, it should not happen.

Sorrell King’s story ended differently.  Her baby girl, Josie was just 18 months old in January of 2001 when she was admitted to the hospital after suffering first and second degree burns from climbing into a hot bath.  She healed well and within weeks was ready to be released.  Two days before she was to go home she died from dehydration and misused narcotics.

98,000 people die every year from medical mistakes.  This is equal to that of a large plane crashing every day.  The thought of this sickens me.  They tell us we should be more on top of the doctors, ask questions, and don’t think of them as the one with all the answers, the one to trust.  I do realize we are all human and mistakes happen, but why do they not listen?  Why do some doctors not take our concerns seriously and brush us off with vague answers?  Who can you trust with your family’s health, if you can’t trust the doctor taking care of you?

Longing for the simple life

Look around, what have we become? Sure, we all love the finer things in life, but has it gone too far? Do we not appreciate what we have and always desire more? Go back a few, well maybe about 50 years. The majority of people didn’t have what we have today. The ‘rich’ person was few and far between. People thought of this person as someone out of reach and their material things as something that only ‘rich’ people have. Today everyone wants to be that person. So many people want everything. People feel they are entitled to have everything. They are not happy unless they do.

It is everywhere. Greed, desire, want. It is so easy to get caught up in the ‘want’ way of thinking. The word ‘want’ and the word ‘need’ have sort of meshed in the last 20 years. The desire for larger houses, better cars, Pottery Barn rooms, and everything under the sun. Who do we think we are?

Do we really ‘need’ these things. No. Do we ‘want’ these things. Yes. I hear people saying things like, ‘I need a new quilt for my bed because it doesn’t go with the color of the room’. Do you really ‘need’ a new quilt or do you ‘want’ a new quilt? Of course you don’t need a new one. Not unless you have no other blankets in the house to keep warm! When did we start thinking this way?

With the way the world is today I think a lot of people need to take a step back and rethink. Think about the difference between ‘need’ and ‘want’. This is hard thing for some people to come to terms with. I think the best way is to put yourself in a different place. What if the moneymaker in the family suddenly lost their job, you are running out of money to pay your bills, and you may have to give up your house. This is all too often the story of lots of people these days. Put yourself in that situation. Is that new patio set really that important anymore? Do you now look at your house differently? You now want more than ever to just have your house (the way it is) old cabinets and all. All of a sudden it is such a beautiful house full of memories, something you would do anything to keep. You now don’t care about the new furniture you want because it doesn’t match perfectly with the curtains or the redoing the kitchen because the cabinets are not the right color.

I believe more people need to start thinking about the important things in life and not the materialistic things. People say this all the time, but are they really doing it?

How do we teach our kids the value of a dollar and the important things in life if we are not doing this ourselves?  That necessary quilt you want for your bed in your child’s eyes is the same as the ‘want’ they have for the new generation iPod or the brand-name boots.

What happened to the simple life and will it ever be back?

Know your kid, not just your child

The first day of kindergarten.  A rite of passage.  For most parents, it is huge.  Many parents take the big day off from work in order to be there as their child steps up onto that big bus for the first time, video camera in one hand and tissues in the other. They take pictures upon pictures and make sure the day is one that remains in their memories forever.

Right through elementary school parents usually to do their very best to attend all school events. The school committees and ice cream socials are usually full of willing parents.  Parents want to know the teachers and other people in the school. They ask their child what they did that day and if they made any new friends.  They read to their children. They tuck them in at night and make sure they are as happy as can be.

Then one day that child is no longer that cute, little, innocent, cuddly child anymore.  He is now a talking-back middle schooler that just seems not so cuddly.  Most kids this age don’t even want to talk let alone explain how their day was. Not very inviting to Mom and Dad.  The attendance at parent school meetings dwindles.  The effort changes.

But that ‘rolling-the-eyes teen’ is still that same child that wants you there.  They might not really know it yet, but they do.  Now of course there are boundaries.  I stopped going to the middle school bus stop regularly, however do take a picture of them no matter what age they are on the first day of school.  The goal isn’t to embarrass them, but they will look back one day and so will you and wonder where you were that day.  Did I really miss that day?  Where was I? How did I not know?  Would it really have been that hard to make arrangements?

Of course too our schedules usually get crazier and busier as our kids get older.  I sometimes feel like a zombie just dropping my kids off here and there between working, figuring out whats for dinner, glancing over at the dishes piled in the sink, as I step over four loads of laundry on the way out the door.  I often wonder why we stop working when we have babies and then go back to work when our kids are in school!  I sometimes think the opposite may have worked out better.

Parents who have their first child entering kindergarten now may think, What do you mean? I plan to be very involved right through college. Sometimes this is easier said than done.  As our kids get older we give them more independence and more responsibilities.  All good stuff.  But this all makes it really easy to forget sometimes that we still need to be there. Not so much for PTA meetings or homeroom duties, but basically just to remember to be involved.  Ask questions, be a part of their excitement, know their friends, know what they are doing in school.  Talk, talk, talk.  Know your kid…not just your child.

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