If you’re considering natural childbirth or are interested in getting a thorough childbirth education, Bradley classes are for you! In my classes, I cover pregnancy nutrition, exercise, how to write a birth plan, the physiology of pregnancy and birth, the stages of labor, avoiding unnecessary intervention, variations and complications, informed consent, natural pain management and relaxation techniques, the postpartum period, and breastfeeding — as well as how your spouse, partner, friend, or family member can “coach” you through labor. Please contact me for more information about classes at 817-253-7990 or [email protected] — or visit www.bradleybirth.com/brianablake for more information about me, my classes, and my decision to become a childbirth educator. I’d love to hear from you! My next class is starting soon, so don’t miss out! Contact me with questions or to register.
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My job was to spark a lifelong love of learning, to encourage creativity, and to inspire confidence, tenacity, and self-advocacy. I was teaching these bright minds to share and think outside themselves, while reminding them of their worth and of the importance of self-care.
Character development seems to be a slow burn. No single event or activity seems to make a child honest, or grateful, or compassionate and kind. But these traits are learned over time by watching others and engaging in activities that promote these values. Given that we can’t be with them all the time, it was important to us that […]
It seems crazy to admit, but without paying attention to where we are focusing our time, we are losing the soft skills — small talk and even basic face-to-face conversation.
Until that 10 percent becomes five percent, and the five percent becomes part of the success story, my Octobers will now include a letter to the U.S. Secretary of Education requesting the financial support our LD students deserve, a letter to my local school board demanding the resources our educators need, Oktoberfest beer, and if […]
I will sit in the meeting and spend the entire half hour fighting the urge to stand on the table and shout, “Please don’t rush me! This is IMPORTANT! He doesn’t look sick, and he can fly under your radar, and I need you to UNDERSTAND that we can lose him!!!”
I’ll laugh and joke about how relieved I am to be sending the kids off to school for eight hours everyday, but the truth is I’m nervous. Not first-day-jitter, nervous. No this is more of a my-child-has-dyslexia-so-please-be-kind nervous.