In two weeks we plan on attending a Love and Logic parenting class that is being provided by our school district. Even though we already have our training hours for the year, I figured MAYBE it would give us extra bonus points with our agency if we attended this training.
Anyway...back to original point of this blog. EBIT stands for Emergency Behavioral Intervention Traning. Bascially we learned how to deal with emotional/stressful situations with a child who has been abused. We learned how to talk to our children appropriately (apparently I have been doing it wrong for 13 years), without them feeling threatened or scared. And the last part of the class was how to restrain a child in an "explosion" situation, which I will get to in a minute.
When Geek Boy and I first attended classes in July, we were scheduled to take all of our classes with the same group of people. Meaning we would all go through the process together and get to know each other and the goal at the end would be to exchange emails, phone numbers, etc. so we could all be a sounding board for each other. We LOVED our group. We spent two weekends with this bunch and by the 5th day, we were all sharing very personal information with each other. Except for one couple, we all had a great sense of humor. Our joking around and sarcastic responses often caused our training to go past schedule. The last class we were all supposed to take together was the EBIT class. Due to circumstances beyond anyone's control, the agency had to cancel the EBIT class and reschedule it. Make a long story short, Geek Boy and I decided to take the class closer to our home at a later date instead of driving an hour to attend the rescheduled class. BIG MISTAKE!!!
Our class yesterday was 8 hours long. Let's face it, when you're going through the process of fostering/adopting, you HAVE TO HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR!!! These people should've never have made it past the first class. And wouldn't you know it, the one couple from our July class who didn't have a sense of humor were in our class yesterday. BUZZ KILL!!!! I knew I was in trouble when I blurted out during class, "Awww Hell no!!!" and everyone's eyes got real big and scared looking like I had just dropped an F bomb or something. Needless to say it was a very long training and I was ready to shoot myself towards the end. Probably the most brutal training we had to date due to the boringness of it.
Okay fast forward to the end of the day....We were taught how to restrain a child in an "explosion" situation. We are not allowed in any circumstances to use physical punishment with a foster child. No SPANKING. The only physical thing we can is use the "hold" method. Basically you are giving them a bear hug and your are becoming a straight jacket so they can't move. On the way home Geek Boy was commenting on how this would never work in the real world. If you're having a knife or a bat come at you there is no way to calmly get that person to allow you to put a hold on them.
We get home and we started role playing with Older Drama Queen. Geek Boy was right, she overpowered me. When I tried to restrain her arm, she pulled out of it, charged at me and knocked me back. I lost my balance and ended up kicking the corner of our dresser. See picture below...
Older Drama Queen: Mom do we need to take you to the hospital and get xrays?
Me: No my insurance sucks and I can't afford to go get xrays done right now.
Older Drama Queen: Wait...I think there is an iPhoe app that will take xrays. Lemme see if I can find it.
Me: Of course there is.
(Older Drama Queen finds the app and takes a picture of my foot)
Me: So what did the xray show? Is my foot chipped?
Older Drama Queen: No. It didn't show up. I just got a really cool picture of your tattoo though.
Me: That's okay. I have to go see my OB/GYN on Monday anyway. I'll have him take a look at it while my feet are in the stirrups.
THE END!!!!
