sábado, 24 de agosto de 2013

Bebés Y Niños: Contener La Respiración Y Fiebre Convulsiva

Contener la respiración

1-      Ataque cianótico: estos ataques aterrorizan a los padres pero raramente dañan al niño. Comúnmente se dan entre las edades de 18 meses y los 4 años, pueden aparecen antes del año en niños con comportamiento muy negativo. Se da cuando el niño realiza una actividad primordial para él que se ve cortada por lo padres.
Allí es cuando decide que contener la respiración es mejor represalia que una pataleta normal. Entonces el niño grita profundamente tres veces, siendo el último el más extenso llegando al punto en el que los pulmones se vacían completamente de aire. Los padres quedan a la espera de la siguiente respiración pero no ocurre. Durante los siguientes 15 segundos el niño voluntariamente contiene la respiración, lo que inevitablemente lo pone azul y causa desmayo. Una vez inconsciente, el niño pierde el control voluntario de la respiración, el cuerpo de reinicia y la respiración vuelve. El estado consciente vuelve en 15 segundos. Muy raramente termina este episodio en convulsiones.
Qué hacer? Los padres deben tener seguridad de que no es otro tipo de problema médico. Para parar este comportamiento lo mejor es tratarlo como cualquier otra pataleta, debe ser totalmente ignorado, puesto que hacer mucha alharaca del mismo solo contribuye a que se repita. Hay que tratar de demostrar que se le ignora, controlarle mientras está inconsciente y no bien comienza a volver en sí, desaparecer de su vista. El niño volverá en sí y buscará a su audiencia, dándose cuenta de la pérdida de tiempo ya que todos se han ido. Este comportamiento es muy raro verlo más allá de los 4 años.

2-      Ataque pálido, desmayo: los niños que los sufren son niños muy sensibles al dolor o al miedo, y cualquiera de estos dos puede desencadenar un ataque. De adulto serán aquellos q teman una hipodérmica o muestra de sangre. Un niño de dos años camina bajo una mesa y se golpea la cabeza, no llorará sino que se desmayará automáticamente. Su pulso caerá dramáticamente y se verá muy pálido. La recuperación es muy rápida, es el equivalente al desmayo en los adultos.
Qué hacer? El mismo tratamiento que en el desmayo en adultos. Asegurar la posición del niño sobre suelo plano, de espaldas o de lado, y que su respiración no está siendo obstruida. Una vez en horizontal el fluir normal de la sangre se restituye hacia el cerebro y nada mas debe hacerse. Para ayudar puede elevarse los pies.

Ataque febril o fiebre convulsiva
En algunos niños el cerebro en desarrollo parece ser muy sensible a los incrementos de temperatura. Esto les puede ocasionar ataques ante un aumento de la temperatura. Estos ataques son más comunes entre las edad de 6 meses y 3 años, y muy raramente ocurren pasados los 5 años. 4% de los niños en estas edades tendrán un ataque de estos.
El ataque puede sobrevenir rápidamente. Algunos niños apenas se encuentran un poco mal y no dan señal alguna de lo que va a suceder. El niño repentinamente se pone rígido, se le dan vuelta los ojos y la respiración se torna laboriosa. Luego comienzan a temblar o sacudirse. Luego se relajará su cuerpo y se sentirá confuso y aturdido. Pasado este episodio se dormirán profundamente y se despertarán totalmente recuperados. Normalmente estos ataques no suelen superar los 5 minutos.

Tratamiento: si el niño tiene temperatura elevada debe tratar de bajarse para prevenir convulsiones. Si tiene un ataque debe apoyarse al niño gentilmente sobre el suelo liso y de lado para prevenir ahogamiento. No entrar en pánico. Este ataque no daña al niño solo los nervios de sus padres. Quédate con él en vez de salir corriendo a por ayuda. No introduzcas cucharas u otros objetos en su boca. Su problema de respiración no se debe a ahogo. Luego del primer ataque debe visitarse al pediatra para obtener un plan de ataque ante aumentos de la temperatura. Estos ataques no seguirán toda su vida, pero un niño que los ha sufrido es más propenso a repetirlos. Si el ataque no finaliza en 5 minutos debe llamarse a emergencias.

Nota: Artículo extracto del libro New Toddler Taming de Christopher Green

viernes, 9 de agosto de 2013

The Day I Stopped Saying 'Hurry Up'

Texto original de: RACHEL MACY STAFFORD
When you're living a distracted life, every minute must be accounted for. You feel like you must be checking something off the list, staring at a screen, or rushing off to the next destination. And no matter how many ways you divide your time and attention, no matter how many duties you try and multi-task, there's never enough time in a day to ever catch up.
That was my life for two frantic years. My thoughts and actions were controlled by electronic notifications, ring tones, and jam-packed agendas. And although every fiber of my inner drill sergeant wanted to be on time to every activity on my overcommitted schedule, I wasn't.
You see, six years ago I was blessed with a laid-back, carefree, stop-and-smell-the roses type of child.
When I needed to be out the door, she was taking her sweet time picking out a purse and a glittery crown.
When I needed to be somewhere five minutes ago, she insisted on buckling her stuffed animal into a car seat.
When I needed to grab a quick lunch at Subway, she'd stop to speak to the elderly woman who looked like her grandma.
When I had 30 minutes to get in a run, she wanted me to stop the stroller and pet every dog we passed.

When I had a full agenda that started at 6:00 a.m., she asked to crack the eggs and stir them ever so gently.

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My carefree child was a gift to my Type A, task-driven nature --but I didn't see it. Oh no, when you live life distracted, you have tunnel vision -- only looking ahead to what's next on the agenda. And anything that cannot be checked off the list is a waste of time.
Whenever my child caused me to deviate from my master schedule, I thought to myself, "We don't have time for this." Consequently, the two words I most commonly spoke to my little lover of life were: "Hurry up."
I started my sentences with it.
Hurry up, we're gonna be late.
I ended sentences with it.
We're going to miss everything if you don't hurry up.
I started my day with it.
Hurry up and eat your breakfast.
Hurry up and get dressed.
I ended my day with it.
Hurry up and brush your teeth.
Hurry up and get in bed.
And although the words "hurry up" did little if nothing to increase my child's speed, I said them anyway. Maybe even more than the words, "I love you."
The truth hurts, but the truth heals... and brings me closer to the parent I want to be.
Then one fateful day, things changed. We'd just picked my older daughter up from kindergarten and were getting out of the car. Not going fast enough for her liking, my older daughter said to her little sister, "You are so slow." And when she crossed her arms and let out an exasperated sigh, I saw myself -- and it was a gut-wrenching sight.
I was a bully who pushed and pressured and hurried a small child who simply wanted to enjoy life.
My eyes were opened; I saw with clarity the damage my hurried existence was doing to both of my children.
Although my voice trembled, I looked into my small child's eyes and said, "I am so sorry I have been making you hurry. I love that you take your time, and I want to be more like you."
Both my daughters looked equally surprised by my painful admission, but my younger daughter's face held the unmistakable glow of validation and acceptance.
"I promise to be more patient from now on," I said as I hugged my curly-haired child who was now beaming at her mother's newfound promise.
It was pretty easy to banish "hurry up" from my vocabulary. What was not so easy was acquiring the patience to wait on my leisurely child. To help us both, I began giving her a little more time to prepare if we had to go somewhere. And sometimes, even then, we were still late. Those were the times I assured myself that I will be late only for a few years, if that, while she is young.
When my daughter and I took walks or went to the store, I allowed her to set the pace. And when she stopped to admire something, I would push thoughts of my agenda out of my head and simply observe her. I witnessed expressions on her face that I'd never seen before. I studied dimples on her hands and the way her eyes crinkled up when she smiled. I saw the way other people responded to her stopping to take time to talk to them. I saw the way she spotted the interesting bugs and pretty flowers. She was a Noticer, and I quickly learned that The Noticers of the world are rare and beautiful gifts. That's when I finally realized she was a gift to my frenzied soul.
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My promise to slow down was made almost three years ago, at the same time I began myjourney to let go of daily distraction and grasp what matters in life. And living at a slower pace still takes a concerted effort. My younger daughter is my living reminder of why I must keep trying. In fact, the other day, she reminded me once again.

The two of us had taken a bike ride to a sno-cone shack while on vacation. After purchasing a cool treat for my daughter, she sat down at a picnic table delightedly admiring the icy tower she held in her hand.
Suddenly a look of worry came across her face. "Do I have to rush, Mama?"
I could have cried. Perhaps the scars of a hurried life don't ever completely disappear, I thought sadly.
As my child looked up at me waiting to know if she could take her time, I knew I had a choice. I could sit there in sorrow thinking about the number of times I rushed my child through life... or I could celebrate the fact that today I'm trying to do thing differently.
I chose to live in today.
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"You don't have to rush. Just take your time," I said gently. Her whole face instantly brightened and her shoulders relaxed.

And so we sat side-by-side talking about things that ukulele-playing-6-year-olds talk about. There were even moments when we sat in silence just smiling at each other and admiring the sights and sounds around us.
I thought my child was going to eat the whole darn thing -- but when she got to the last bite, she held out a spoonful of ice crystals and sweet juice for me. "I saved the last bite for you, Mama," my daughter said proudly.
As I let the icy goodness quench my thirst, I realized I just got the deal of a lifetime.
I gave my child a little time... and in return, she gave me her last bite and reminded me that things taste sweeter and love comes easier when you stop rushing through life.
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Whether it's ...

Sno-cone eating
Flower picking
Seatbelt buckling
Egg cracking
Seashell finding
Ladybug watching
Sidewalk strolling
I will not say, "We don't have time for this." Because that is basically saying, "We don't have time to live."
Pausing to delight in the simple joys of everyday life is the only way to truly live.

(Trust me, I learned from the world's leading expert on joyful living.)

miércoles, 7 de agosto de 2013

Catálogo IKEA 2014 Y Nuevo Servicio Venta Online

Ya está disponible el nuevo catálogo IKEA en muchos paises....en España tendremos que esperar hasta Septiembre, pero si os apetece ir viendo un avance podeis pinchar en el enlace y acceder al Nuevo Catálogo Ikea 2014 para USA versión en español.

Catálogo IKEA 2014