Monday, July 29, 2013

SAFETY FIRST


Our experience with ISR (Infant Swimming Resource)

As a former competitive swimmer, and teenage lifeguard, and my husband having grown up with a pool in his backyard- we have always known that we wanted to be sure that our children learned to swim…successfully…and quickly.  I had heard of ISR through a friend and fellow Main Line mommy who was looking into the program at the Upper main Line YMCA for her daughter and knew it was something that was right up our alley. However, the fact that the 2 closest locations that offered the training program were each a minimum 45 minute drive away put the program on our mental back burner. We had a lot going on (baby #2, selling a house, buying a house a dog recovering from surgery and 3 other pets needing medical attention, yada yada yada) and it just seemed like I would probably jump off a bridge if I tried to add this effort to my already chaotic madness. Plus, while my in-laws have a pool, we did not at the time so the pressure to pull the trigger wasn’t there- it was a luxury decision and not one of necessity.


So we joined our local YMCA and took our eldest son there for 3 sessions in a row during the winter. I would love to say wonderful things about programs like the one we went to at our Y – truth be told the teacher was great but the classes were lame. We sang songs, and the kids moved through the water only in our arms and we had little training for us or them on how to get a child to WAIT for you until they get in the water, let alone what would happen when they DIDN’T wait and promptly sank to the bottom because all they knew were the words to itsy bitsy spider. It wasn’t a waste of time or money but in hindsight I wish I had pulled the trigger on ISR way sooner.

Miss Devon ROCKS!
When we moved to Western West Chester to a house with a pool we suddenly had to make the decision to get our children acclimated to the water before the swimming season hit. Since we knew we were going to open our pool very early to make sure all of the kinks were out this rang even more true from a safety perspective. Fenced in pools are great but our boys are NUTS and they are Houdinis so a fence may serve a purpose but if the dog can find spots to sneak in under the fence then no doubt so can our creative boys. Being a whole heck of a lot closer to an ISR training program helped a LOT too – we were no longer 45+ minutes from a class pool we now were 20 minutes making it a far easier decision.

I am not going to lie- ISR training is a major financial and time commitment. The classes are a maximum of 10 minutes per class which means that from the time you are getting ready to go , get there, get dressed and get the kid in the pool 10 minutes seems like a blink of an eye. Add to that the fact that you have to reverse the whole process on the return effort and you are looking at practically half of your day gone… and I mean EVERY DAY… you are there 5 days a week for 6+ weeks… yep, 10 minutes a day, 5 days a week, 20-40 minutes away probably and for 6 weeks. Yikes, right? Did I mention yet that you have to write down EVERYTHING your child eats, poops, drinks and when they sleep for the duration too? Yep- EVERYTHING.

Any pre-training doubts I had we compounded by the fact that my eldest son screamed bloody murder for the first 2-3 weeks…every.single.class. Our youngest (just shy of a year when we started) was a dream, sort of was too relaxed to actual learn anything to the point of having to be tucked off so he would react to the instruction… I had my doubts about the whole thing up until 2-3 weeks but we didn’t give up.  



There were other ISR moms there also doing classes. A few started when we started, a few ahead of us by a few weeks. I commiserated with the moms on the same track as us – “would this really work” , “are we doing the right thing?” , “when are they going to actually show progress?”. It was a tough road and we were sticking it out together. We all had the same questions, concerns and doubts I think.

It was watching the kids that were just that much further ahead of us that gave us hope.. we suddenly saw real floating, real skills, and while it seemed like our kids would never get there themselves it was the glimmer of light we needed to get through it all and keep coming back.every.single.day.

Then…around 2-3 weeks it “clicked”… for both of my boys. And it was an amazing sight. It still gives me Goosebumps thinking about it. To see the small movements and tasks that were reinforced and taught every day for the first 3 weeks suddenly start to come together to resemble the skills we had hoped for was truly amazing. And then the ball rolls down the hill and it starts to get really awesome and really amazing.

Our primary instructor “Miss Devon” at Hockessin Athletic Club is maybe on my top 3 list of “new best Friends” because of not just the relationship you form with that person over the course of the training, but because she basically single handedly will at some point potentially be the reason one or both of our children will survive an epic swimming accident. If they fall in the pool they know what to do. That’s it. Its super simple and so effective that it literally means that she will potentially be the reason why we will avert a tragic disaster should it arise.

I know nothing is foolproof. But in the weeks since graduating the growth rate of our sons skills is sublime and makes me so thankful for the program that I had to write about it.

The gist is this (this is probably the info you were expecting sooner- sorry had to gush) : ISR teaches survival training. Your kids are not learning to blow bubbles and do perfectly formed strokes. They aren’t learning songs or using a kickboard or floaties. THEY ARE LEARNING TO SURVIVE and they are being taught the skills to save them in the most kind, caring and effective environment I have ever seen. I half expected them to be thrown into the pool… how else would they learn? NOPE… far from it. They are gently and almost quietly coaxed into repetitive actions that form the muscle memory necessary for their bodies to react on their own should the need arise. The ONE-ON-ONE classes are only 10 minutes because of two reasons – the foremost being body temperature. That first 10 minutes the body’s muscles are the most responsive to learning. Secondly (and this is not “said” but as parents we know the truth here) attention span. What child do you know that can do something that (possibly) they don’t WANT to do for more than 10 minutes? Yeah, exactly - me either.

Our youngest son (now 16 months as I write this) is a rockstar floater. He would probably float on his back for 20 minutes straight if we would let him. Our eldest who initially screamed bloody murder , learned to swim-float-swim in order to get himself to either a safe place to wait to be helped or to the stairs where he can get out himself. He now is jumping off the side of the pool and swimming to the steps…all by himself.

I know that there is no 100% guarantee of safety around water. That this all goes out the window if a blow to the head or other significant injury is in play. But the fact that drowning is the leading cause of accidental death for children under the age of 4 years old* I feel far more confident in the skills our children have to handle the potential of this than well, sorry but, than any one I know.
our now swimmer thanks to ISR!

I can’t recommend the ISR team at Hockessin Athletic Club enough and can’t urge any parent strongly enough to get thee to ISR – Its worth it.

THANK YOU MISS DEVON & MISS NADYA AND ISR!



Friday, June 21, 2013

POPPED OUR CHERRY

Our 1st TRIP TO URGENT CARE




As the mother of 2 young boys I knew that the day would come when we had to truly break our URGENT CARE seal… it was only a matter of time that we would get a bump, scrape, concussion or bug on a scale large enough to warrant a trip to the local UC clinic.


I have a track record of hardly ever being in an emergency environment or needing medical care- I am thankful for that - and then there are times that I feel like my husband is at the UC monthly… cough, cold, busted ribs or torqued wrist- he isn’t as lucky as I am (or maybe smart lol) in that department.

But our boys have rarely seen the inside of a doctor’s office. Save for well visits and one trip to the ER in an ambulance for our oldest (then 1 year old) for a febrile seizure we have faired pretty well.

Last night we popped our cherry though- and I had to write about it.

Painting the picture- littlest bug is snoozing away in bed after a hard day of outside play and we are winding down getting ready for brushing teeth with the Captain. We get into a last minute tickle fest and chase and he scoots under one of our wing back chairs to hide/get away from tickle fingers. Not a second and a half later we hear screaming, crying, sobbing, pain shrieks and he scoots out- cut to 2 seconds after that and during lap time calm down efforts we see blood- turns out that the springs in the underside of the chair have started to pop through the flimsy fabric and they are SHARP… Note to self  #1- replace chair fabric on underside.

A brief assessment, and a few damp paper towels later we make the call to get him to the Urgent Care for what we assume will be a few stitches to close up a nasty gash. YAY for bedtime drama!

Our local Urgent Care is DOCTORS EXPRESS DOWNINGTOWN in the shopping Center next to the new Kimberton Whole Foods.  I would just like to say that I would go there time and time again. We had a great experience and I thought they deserved a shout out.

We arrived at 7:45pm (they close at 8pm) and got signed in. We arrived at the tail end of what the desk girls described as a “crazy rush” of patients needing attention – great- they said it would be an hour wait… yikes but beats the E.R. I guess.

We hung out, watched Curious George on my phone and the Captain narrated to the entire waiting room what was happening not just in C.G. but in all of the stock lobby photos hanging on the wall. If you have ever met the Captain you will know that there are times when it is like living with Rain Man- he doesn’t stop talking… as any mother of a 2-3 year old can tell you it is like a flood gate opens and they don’t shut up - so while I felt sorry for everyone in the lobby to have to bear the burden of the monologue – I also was thankful that this post bedtime trip was going relatively smoothly to this point. (We have a legendary history of Doctors office melt downs- and I do not exaggerate when I tell you that it more often than not has taken 2 nurses to run an appointment for us with the Captain- one to hold him down like nurse Ratchet and the other to administer whatever relatively painless procedure (think stethoscope here people) that is required of the visit. )

Anyway- I digress- the gist is that the Staff at Doctors Express were AWESOME. It was the end of their ridiculously long 12+ hour day and they treated us as though we were the first patients of the day and they had just had a hearty breakfast and 3 cups of coffee- cheery, accommodating and so helpful and understanding of what it is like to be in a packed office with a one hour wait with a wounded 3 year old in tow.

They whisked us back to an exam room so we didn’t have to hang in the lobby the whole time, plied us with pretzels and water while we waited, popped in our room to say hi and tell jokes and give high fives every few minutes, gave us a tour of the XRAY machine and showed us how it worked, and of course gave the Captain a wonderful parting gift of a information folder about Spinal Kinetic XRay that has not left his side since it was gifted to him (a little light bedtime reading I guess).

Needless to say I STRONGLY Recommend this clinic – and while I don’t look forward to the reasons why we will visit this office again- I do know that the only form of stress I will have will be the injury not the experience.

5 our of 5 glasses of wine for DOCTORS EXPRESS Downingtown