Highlights of the GLEN Project’s presentation at Brennan High School!
Highlights of the GLEN Project’s presentation at Brennan High School!
Highlights of the GLEN Project’s recent appearance at The Ontario Student Leadership Conference.
I was fortunate to have participated in a youth program entitled BLAST at St. Joseph’s high school a few days ago. Student teacher Kelli Sirianni saw me speak at Kennedy high and approached me to be a mentor/facilitator for the program. I am thankful that she did.
It was quite the experience, it’s tough to go into details exactly what the program entailed but I will say that by the end nearly all of the students were crying and sharing stories of their lives…that were just incredible.
Truth be told, I believe the experience had a deep and profound effect on me. Many of the troubling stories I heard had a direct correlation to the relationships or lack there of with parents and how important positive role models in a young life are. Made me really look at myself as a father and what an important job I now have.
What struck me the most about the whole day was that we are all more alike than we are different. We all go through abuse issues, are affected by sickness (cancer/aids/diabetes etc) and at some point we all have to say goodbye to someone we love. The beauty of this is helping the students understand that. As much as they think they know the person sitting across from them, they have no idea of some of the hardships that there fellow students have had to endure.
One of the testimonies from a student in relation to one other student’s story was…”Wow, I had no idea…”
This BLAST program was amazing and I believe is a real way to open up the lines of communication between students and a way to help the bullying ways that are going on. It made them see each other for who they really are and not the stereo type or pre-conceived notion of who and what they should or shouldn’t be.
I highly recommend the BLAST program for high schools, the impact that it had on the students was amazing. If you ever get the chance to be a facilitator for the program, go for it, it might change your life.
What a BLAST!
For more info about the BLAST Program check this out:
So I’m watching and holding Adele today while her mother took a shower. I hear this loud rumble and feel the vibration of the gasses passing through her body as she let’s a big one rip!
Ok, let’s take a look and see if her diaper needs changing…sure enough a blue strip was showing indicating that it was wet. Now we have a system pretty much down when it comes to changing her diaper. Sue and I call it operation: DIVA DIAPER CHANGE.
- Open the diaper pail
- Open the cream jam and have it ready to go
- Get a new diaper ready
- Grab a wet wipe and place it near the change table
Upon further inspection of her diaper I discover she had only peed and not pooped…bonus! All was fine and dandy and running according to plan, except there was only one wipe left in the container. I think to myself, I’ll just refill once I’m finished, after all it’s only pee and not poop Woot!
Normally when she’s having her diaper changed, Adele is crying and fighting and not being to co-operative. But this time she was fairly easy going and mellow…again BONUS! Wooot!
As I remove the wet diaper, place the new one where it should be and grab the wipe to clean her off, I then catch a glimpse of what appears to be a jet stream of poop flying through the air, fortunately the wipe takes the brunt of the impact leaving the rest of my hand and arm to catch the rest.
The blanket, the new diaper, Adele’s clothes, my hand, forearm and the last wipe are all full of poo. I now have to open the door of the closet reach in grab the new bag of wipes and attempt a clean-up. It’s amazing how difficult it is to open a new bag of wipes when your left hand is trying to hold a baby on the change table and your right hand is smothered in crap. Kudos to Pampers for making the bag of fresh wipes both equally child proof and one hand full of shit proof.
After a few choice words muttered I finally managed to get at the new wipes, clean my baby girl up and restore order to the universe full of crap. The whole time, Adele is in full co-operation mode and doesn’t even utter one peep throughout the whole ordeal. I find comfort in knowing my baby girl can keep her cool when shit hits the fan.
Today’s lesson learned… ALWAYS make sure the wipe container is stocked and ready to go before attempting operation diva diaper change.
“Student loans are destroying the imagination of youth. If there’s a way of a society committing mass suicide, what better way than to take all the youngest, most energetic, creative, joyous people in your society and saddle them with, like $50,000 of debt ..? There goes your music. There goes your culture. There goes everything new that would pop out. And in a way, this is what’s happened to our society. We’re a society that has lost any ability to incorporate the interesting, creative and eccentric people.” ~ David Graeber
On Sunday night Oct.6th, around 8:00pm we had gone shopping for some cookie mix because Sue was going to bake some cookies for her co-workers as the 7th of October was to be her last day at work for the start of her maternity leave. YAY!
As we’re walking up and down the aisles she would pause briefly and just stand there. I kept asking if she was alright, Sue responded with yeah just some weird cramps going on. After a few times of this happening I said to her, just buy some damn donuts that are already pre-made and packaged, you don’t look like you’re in much shape to be baking anything right now anyway. She looked at me and said…I like the way you’re thinking Bacarro!
So with donuts and macaroons in hand we headed home. About a half hour later I found Sue replying to emails and checking an app on her computer timing contractions for labor. I was like…hmmm what’s going on. Sue casually looks to me and responds with…my cramping pains seem to be coming fairly frequently so I thought I’d checkout the timing.This was about 9:30ish.
Sure enough the pains of labor had begun and suddenly everything just happened so fast. All of a sudden Sue’s sprawled out on the bed writhing in pain and I have my laptop out checking contraction times. When they started to be about 3;00 min apart I gave our Doula call. Jen came by to check up on Sue. When she arrived she confirmed Sue was definitely in labor and we called the mid-wife.
Mid-wife was in Leamington and said we’d have to get to the hospital and deal with the OB on call. About two minutes later the mid-wife called back and said she talked to the alternate who was not starting till 8:00am Monday morning but agreed to meet us at the hospital anyway…YAY.
At 12:15am we arrived at the hospital with Doula on hand and the mid-wife Jothy meeting up with us about half an hour later. We were off, this baby was coming tonight. And strangely enough I was pretty calm throughout the whole ordeal.
Sue’s contraction were coming on strong now and it was unbelievably amazing to watch her go through the whole labor process. Shifting positions, rocking back and forth, humming out vocal sounds and remaining calm and focused during the ordeal. The process went on for hours and she had dilated to 9cm. 10 was so close and then she could really start pushing…and then heartbreak.
The baby receded back to 7cm, I will never forget the look on Sue’s face when the Mid-wife told her…are you kidding me? At 4:30am Sue was exhausted and was asking for the epidural…She just couldn’t do it anymore, the pain was too much. We had to wait for the doctor to administer the needle as he was involved with a “C” section that was going on.
My heart was breaking and I was getting restless waiting on the doctor watching Sue in so much pain. Around 5:00am she received the epi and felt so much better. Having been up since 5:30am the previous day by about 6:00am I passed out as the doula and the mid-wife continued working with Sue.
I awoke around 7:30 hearing that the baby was in distress, the transfer of care from mid-wife to OB was taking place and the heartbeat of the baby was beginning to fail. The half hour to 8:00am was a blur. I heard someone yell out we need to get this baby out now. Everyone is rushing down the hall way to the operating room. They suit me up, I’m waiting in hallway to be called in. I’m trying to breath telling myself everything will be alright.
The heartbeat of the baby had stopped twice. Upon the second time was when the decision was made for the emergency “C” section. the cord had wrapped around the baby’s neck twice and that was why Sue could not push her out.
I enter the room and in literally what seemed like seconds, the doctor is yelling out where’s the father to announce the sex? I stand, take a look at my new baby girl… yell out it’s a girl to Susanne and promptly start to shed tears with my amazing wife. The baby’s crying…the whole Bacarro family is crying.
They clean up the baby and wrap her up tightly and hand her to Sue and then…silence. The baby is completely quiet, her eyes wide open…calm cool collected and with a full head of black hair! She had an expression as if to say…what the big deal yo, I’m good.
I am then handed my new born daughter and told to wait in the recovery room while they finish up with Sue. Standing in that room I have my first dance with my little girl, doing a waltz.
Good thing Sue decided to get donuts and macaroon instead of baking cookies…turns out she had already baked enough that day.
Adele Alice Audrey Bacarro came into the world at 8:09, Oct.7th.
7th day, 8:09 Oct. is the 10th month. 7,8,9,10…My baby girl’s lucky numbers.
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