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Sep. 7th, 2005 12:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sexyscholarSo.
I've decided to quit my Lamaze classes. I've gone to three of them, and not only do I feel like my time is being wasted but the energy I use up just to get there (my hubby and I don't have a car, so we bus it there) just doesn't seem to be worth it. I don't really like the teacher's approach. I don't doubt that she knows the subject matter...I just don't think she's adept at teaching it.
The breathing exercises I've learned do work for me. I've been using them when I have BH contractions, and they help me get through them with relative ease. They will pale in comparison to the real thing, but it does give me hope that I'll survive labor.
Everything else has been very elementary stuff that 1) I could have learned on my own with the help of the library, 2) we've been doing already, or 3) just don't make any damned difference.
An example of #3 -- last night we were looking at descriptions of pain tolerance levels and how much we think we'd be able to stand in labor before wanting some kind of medication. These degrees are identified by numbers. The teacher says, "If your number and your partners number have a difference of more than four, you should probably talk more about your pain tolerance levels...yadda yadda yadda."
My husband: "You know, how I feel doesn't mean a goddamned thing. She's the one that has to endure this. It's gonna kill me that I can't do anything to help her. All I can do is is be there for her, be there when she needs me and take the lumps if she chooses to dish 'em out. If she wants drugs, I'm gonna make sure she gets 'em."
Did I mention that I adore my husband?
So I'm going to call the Lamaze organization today to see how to go about dropping out of the class, and seeing if I can get any of my money back for it. I figure they can't hit me and tell me "no."
Did I have a point with this? Nope. Just felt like venting a little bit. :p
I've decided to quit my Lamaze classes. I've gone to three of them, and not only do I feel like my time is being wasted but the energy I use up just to get there (my hubby and I don't have a car, so we bus it there) just doesn't seem to be worth it. I don't really like the teacher's approach. I don't doubt that she knows the subject matter...I just don't think she's adept at teaching it.
The breathing exercises I've learned do work for me. I've been using them when I have BH contractions, and they help me get through them with relative ease. They will pale in comparison to the real thing, but it does give me hope that I'll survive labor.
Everything else has been very elementary stuff that 1) I could have learned on my own with the help of the library, 2) we've been doing already, or 3) just don't make any damned difference.
An example of #3 -- last night we were looking at descriptions of pain tolerance levels and how much we think we'd be able to stand in labor before wanting some kind of medication. These degrees are identified by numbers. The teacher says, "If your number and your partners number have a difference of more than four, you should probably talk more about your pain tolerance levels...yadda yadda yadda."
My husband: "You know, how I feel doesn't mean a goddamned thing. She's the one that has to endure this. It's gonna kill me that I can't do anything to help her. All I can do is is be there for her, be there when she needs me and take the lumps if she chooses to dish 'em out. If she wants drugs, I'm gonna make sure she gets 'em."
Did I mention that I adore my husband?
So I'm going to call the Lamaze organization today to see how to go about dropping out of the class, and seeing if I can get any of my money back for it. I figure they can't hit me and tell me "no."
Did I have a point with this? Nope. Just felt like venting a little bit. :p
