Zach: Larry the Cucumber from Veggie Tales
Leanne: Queen 80s with Shoulder Pads and All
Steve: Some sort of Outback Ranger Dude
All costumes homemade!
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Happy Halloween!
Zach: Larry the Cucumber from Veggie Tales
Leanne: Queen 80s with Shoulder Pads and All
Steve: Some sort of Outback Ranger Dude
All costumes homemade!
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Kid Party
I end up talking a lot from my perspective in this blog. I kind of view myself as a series of sensors in which we can sort of measure various characteristics of our family life since I am chief operating officer of the Morphet Homestead. When I view past posts - I am sensing a bit of an evolution about myself.
Recently, Parade magazine had an article about Kevin Powers, an author who wrote of his experiences as a veteran of the Iraq War, entitled "The Yellow Birds". As I read through the article, I was struck by an idea that I could relate to: re-entry into the "real" world. While I have no experience nor true understanding of what it means to serve the military in time of war, I was able to understand this feeling of different worlds. Mr. Powers writes about these ideas of coming home: "No matter how extreme the circumstances you’re in, they become normal...you’ve been in this kind of heightened state for so long, just the ordinary nature of everyday life can be confusing and frustrating."
For the past few years, I avoided birthday parties for Zach. I really wasn't all that confident that he
understood or appreciated the concept nor the party, and felt that I was pushing one world onto him that he didn't appear to want to participate in. I also had a hard time rectifying who I would invite, what I would say to those invited, and could I deal with the possibility of unpleasant surprises when some of Zach's guests' parents realized he had a disability. Yes, I am a very flawed person. I was too weak to stand up to this situation so I let it pass. I am not sure why - perhaps all my strength has been used for other battles along the way?
I am not quite sure what made me braver this year, perhaps it was the fact that I have bonded with some very strong women (and a few men) who are parents to special needs children - and I don't see them fretting over stuff like this. Perhaps I don't care what others think of me quite as much as I did a few years ago. But I also view life a little differently now, after years of feeling like I was in control of so much, I am more now curious about the possibilities of what could be. So the invitations went out - and lo' and behold the RSVP phone calls came in from some of Zach's schoolmates with proclamations as grand as: "She is so excited about coming to Zach's party." or "My son keeps on asking if it is Zach's party yet."
I just love kids. They all know Zach has autism - they might not know it by name, but they know something
is up with him. Zach is in a typical class where he has an aid to help support him. Knowing Zach is different did not deter many of these kids from attending his party. I have a feeling they didn't think twice about it. Wish I was that great.
So they came and there was bouncing in the bounce houses and there was cake and there were presents. I would like to say it was exactly what I would have had for him had he been a neuro-typical child, but I would be lying. I would never have invited some additional friends with special needs as I did to this party. It wasn't that I was prejudiced per se, but I wouldn't have been as intimate as I am now with some of these great kids, I would have been afraid to reach out to them and their families. Afraid of what? I am not quite sure. Probably not being able to relate more than anything. Ahh - those different worlds.
Truth be told, this party was difficult for me - especially when conversing with the parents of children who have no (noticeable) special needs. How do I relate that I followed Zach around for hours prior to ensure he had a bowel movement so he did not decide to take the opportunity in one of the fine inflatable structures at the House of Bounce? How do I explain to them that although I never have seen Zach be aggressive to another child, that didn't mean I could trust him to not accidentally ram someone when going down the slide since he so often doesn't seem to understand the concept of personal space? Or how I can't take my eyes of him or be out of quick reach of him, because if he wants to bolt, he will do so and end up in the middle of the parking lot, even though he hasn't done it before - nothing keeps me from worry that this won't be the first time.
As I attended my school's PTA meeting, I heard some of the parents complaining that so-and-so teacher requested the kids have an orange 3 ring binder and this was some sort of travesty. I thought to myself: "If people only realized we were dropping $2500 a month on therapy, we have driven all over the east coast for doctors appointments for him, paid for thousands of dollars of supplies, attended more classes and trainings on his treatment and education than a graduate student, we get the sleep of parents of a newborn, and still have all the typical things to worry about - a mortgage to pay, cars to keep up, aging family members, and more so - our children's futures which are more uncertain than anything." I couldn't help but think: "Really? Orange folders are what these people have gripes about?" I don't mean to put these people down. Perhaps this is an unreasonable request of Teacher X for some reason or another. It just seems that in this other world that we travel in, that seems pretty innocuous. This makes me very hard to relate to I am sure as my eyes glaze over about having to run to staples for a $3.25 folder.
I heard some parents discussing the budgets for our modified sports programs being cut, I purposely try not to pay attention for fear of what I might hear. Lurking on the internet as long as I have, I know that children like mine, with special needs, are frequently the talk of anonymous online newsrooms and how money is wasted on special education. Comments on the order of "because of those kids little Johnny isn't going to be able to travel with the lacrosse team." or "Why are we spending a dollar on a fifty cent kid?" I just cannot even let myself approach these conversations.
Now, more often than not, people, even if they do feel that way, usually have the sense of civility to at least not mention these things publicly. And in fact, there are people who are so supportive of those with special needs without having a personal reason to be; I am in awe of their empathy. Compassion on that level was not innate for me.
I wish there was a way to reach out to those people who I once was, and let them know how to extend themselves to others, others who face greater difficulties in this life just out of sheer luck, not personal fault. With autism now affecting 1 in 88 - it sure does feel like those numbers are increasing even though the "experts" are in disagreement as to if they are. As one mom I know likes to say: "Autism: coming to house near you."
So Zach had what appeared to be a very typical kid party. For that I am so grateful - the other parents didn't appear shocked when they met Zach. Did their kids tell them beforehand? I was trying my best to act normal, while parents spoke of soccer, spelling tests, and vacations I nodded with some recognition, although applied behavior analysis, hippotherapy, joint attention, spontaneous speech, and modified curriculum are generally more of what is going through my head when I think of Zach.
We live in a heightened state around here, we are limited in the activities we choose and we are "always on" as long as Zach is awake, for his safety and well being. We have become accustomed to it, but the ability to relate to those without this makes us pretty much avoid a lot of social engagements. As I explained how I worked with my son to a member of the school staff, she looked at me in surprise and responded: "Boy, you sure must have a lot of patience." It's what's required to parent a special needs kid. That and money.
Now before people go pitying us - please don't. As crazy as our life is, I am so happy to have both my kids. Zach's circumstances have taught me so much about life, I am definitely a better person for this. As I said before, I wasn't born with the innate sense of understanding to those differently abled from myself, I frequently took my abilities in life for granted. In the words of Madame Blueberry from Veggie Tales: "A Thankful Heart is a Happy Heart." I was never truly grateful for all I had, so I never was truly happy. Zach has enriched my life this way - I truly am a much happier person!
Maybe one day I can manage to get this very basic tenant in life across to others. But for now, I will just relish the smiles of my dear boy and make sure he doesn't flood the bathroom, again.
Recently, Parade magazine had an article about Kevin Powers, an author who wrote of his experiences as a veteran of the Iraq War, entitled "The Yellow Birds". As I read through the article, I was struck by an idea that I could relate to: re-entry into the "real" world. While I have no experience nor true understanding of what it means to serve the military in time of war, I was able to understand this feeling of different worlds. Mr. Powers writes about these ideas of coming home: "No matter how extreme the circumstances you’re in, they become normal...you’ve been in this kind of heightened state for so long, just the ordinary nature of everyday life can be confusing and frustrating."
For the past few years, I avoided birthday parties for Zach. I really wasn't all that confident that he
understood or appreciated the concept nor the party, and felt that I was pushing one world onto him that he didn't appear to want to participate in. I also had a hard time rectifying who I would invite, what I would say to those invited, and could I deal with the possibility of unpleasant surprises when some of Zach's guests' parents realized he had a disability. Yes, I am a very flawed person. I was too weak to stand up to this situation so I let it pass. I am not sure why - perhaps all my strength has been used for other battles along the way?
I am not quite sure what made me braver this year, perhaps it was the fact that I have bonded with some very strong women (and a few men) who are parents to special needs children - and I don't see them fretting over stuff like this. Perhaps I don't care what others think of me quite as much as I did a few years ago. But I also view life a little differently now, after years of feeling like I was in control of so much, I am more now curious about the possibilities of what could be. So the invitations went out - and lo' and behold the RSVP phone calls came in from some of Zach's schoolmates with proclamations as grand as: "She is so excited about coming to Zach's party." or "My son keeps on asking if it is Zach's party yet."
I just love kids. They all know Zach has autism - they might not know it by name, but they know something
is up with him. Zach is in a typical class where he has an aid to help support him. Knowing Zach is different did not deter many of these kids from attending his party. I have a feeling they didn't think twice about it. Wish I was that great.So they came and there was bouncing in the bounce houses and there was cake and there were presents. I would like to say it was exactly what I would have had for him had he been a neuro-typical child, but I would be lying. I would never have invited some additional friends with special needs as I did to this party. It wasn't that I was prejudiced per se, but I wouldn't have been as intimate as I am now with some of these great kids, I would have been afraid to reach out to them and their families. Afraid of what? I am not quite sure. Probably not being able to relate more than anything. Ahh - those different worlds.
Truth be told, this party was difficult for me - especially when conversing with the parents of children who have no (noticeable) special needs. How do I relate that I followed Zach around for hours prior to ensure he had a bowel movement so he did not decide to take the opportunity in one of the fine inflatable structures at the House of Bounce? How do I explain to them that although I never have seen Zach be aggressive to another child, that didn't mean I could trust him to not accidentally ram someone when going down the slide since he so often doesn't seem to understand the concept of personal space? Or how I can't take my eyes of him or be out of quick reach of him, because if he wants to bolt, he will do so and end up in the middle of the parking lot, even though he hasn't done it before - nothing keeps me from worry that this won't be the first time. As I attended my school's PTA meeting, I heard some of the parents complaining that so-and-so teacher requested the kids have an orange 3 ring binder and this was some sort of travesty. I thought to myself: "If people only realized we were dropping $2500 a month on therapy, we have driven all over the east coast for doctors appointments for him, paid for thousands of dollars of supplies, attended more classes and trainings on his treatment and education than a graduate student, we get the sleep of parents of a newborn, and still have all the typical things to worry about - a mortgage to pay, cars to keep up, aging family members, and more so - our children's futures which are more uncertain than anything." I couldn't help but think: "Really? Orange folders are what these people have gripes about?" I don't mean to put these people down. Perhaps this is an unreasonable request of Teacher X for some reason or another. It just seems that in this other world that we travel in, that seems pretty innocuous. This makes me very hard to relate to I am sure as my eyes glaze over about having to run to staples for a $3.25 folder.
I heard some parents discussing the budgets for our modified sports programs being cut, I purposely try not to pay attention for fear of what I might hear. Lurking on the internet as long as I have, I know that children like mine, with special needs, are frequently the talk of anonymous online newsrooms and how money is wasted on special education. Comments on the order of "because of those kids little Johnny isn't going to be able to travel with the lacrosse team." or "Why are we spending a dollar on a fifty cent kid?" I just cannot even let myself approach these conversations.
Now, more often than not, people, even if they do feel that way, usually have the sense of civility to at least not mention these things publicly. And in fact, there are people who are so supportive of those with special needs without having a personal reason to be; I am in awe of their empathy. Compassion on that level was not innate for me.
I wish there was a way to reach out to those people who I once was, and let them know how to extend themselves to others, others who face greater difficulties in this life just out of sheer luck, not personal fault. With autism now affecting 1 in 88 - it sure does feel like those numbers are increasing even though the "experts" are in disagreement as to if they are. As one mom I know likes to say: "Autism: coming to house near you."
So Zach had what appeared to be a very typical kid party. For that I am so grateful - the other parents didn't appear shocked when they met Zach. Did their kids tell them beforehand? I was trying my best to act normal, while parents spoke of soccer, spelling tests, and vacations I nodded with some recognition, although applied behavior analysis, hippotherapy, joint attention, spontaneous speech, and modified curriculum are generally more of what is going through my head when I think of Zach.
We live in a heightened state around here, we are limited in the activities we choose and we are "always on" as long as Zach is awake, for his safety and well being. We have become accustomed to it, but the ability to relate to those without this makes us pretty much avoid a lot of social engagements. As I explained how I worked with my son to a member of the school staff, she looked at me in surprise and responded: "Boy, you sure must have a lot of patience." It's what's required to parent a special needs kid. That and money.
Now before people go pitying us - please don't. As crazy as our life is, I am so happy to have both my kids. Zach's circumstances have taught me so much about life, I am definitely a better person for this. As I said before, I wasn't born with the innate sense of understanding to those differently abled from myself, I frequently took my abilities in life for granted. In the words of Madame Blueberry from Veggie Tales: "A Thankful Heart is a Happy Heart." I was never truly grateful for all I had, so I never was truly happy. Zach has enriched my life this way - I truly am a much happier person!
Maybe one day I can manage to get this very basic tenant in life across to others. But for now, I will just relish the smiles of my dear boy and make sure he doesn't flood the bathroom, again.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Zach turns 6!
Didn't manage pictures of Zach's first day of school - it took all I had to get him on the bus. Not sure why - but he has had a few hiccups going to school this year. But all is OK - actually it is pretty darned good!
We had asked for Zach to repeat kindergarten so we are doing round 2. A chance for us to get things worked out understanding the expectations and determining Zach's reactions to them. He has a good team with a new SLP.
But most exciting has been some of his language use. He has spontaneously used single words appropriately - words like "yes", "eat", "mouth" and "satin". Yeah - that satin one really threw us for a loop - no idea where that came from - all I can say is that we were in a fabric store and he went up to a bolt of fabric and started saying "satin, satin, satin" and by the way - yes indeedy, the fabric was satin!
Sleep has continued to be an issue for him (us!).
Zach sporadically only sleeps around 4-5 hours a night which we are having a hard time attributing it to anything in particular. This means that Zach is sometimes awake at 3am for the day. Being that Steve and I pretty much get a lot of our stuff done after the kids go to bed - this frequently means we might have only gotten 3 or 4 hours of sleep. Let's just say that all the caffeine/B12 energy drinks in the world cannot help you after several days of this. Is it any surprise that Steve and I can frequently found snipping at one another like a couple of children? What can I say - sleep deprivation doesn't sound so 
bad - but going on years of it now and with the demands of a special needs child, I can tell you it is a big component of why things can feel torturous at times.
Zach's relationship with me, Mom, has waned recently - leaving me a little saddened, only to be made up for the fact that he just loves his Dada, Steve, so strongly now! From a few of the parent groups I have been reading in (of typical children) I noticed that this is not uncommon in this age group.
Zach's family birthday party was great fun yesterday. He really loves opening up presents! And he really enjoys people singing for him - I loved watching him look around the table at all the people singing to him with wonder in his face.
And then there was soy whipped cream which makes me feel so happy to be able to give him something fun to eat that doesn't upset his tummy like good ol' dairy whipped cream.
Zach is a happy little guy who has a great smile and we are still working on getting him to communicate more. Sometimes I wonder at how he has gotten this far without speech/communication. And then when I watch the drama and gossip of reality-TV and facebook posts I think - maybe the emphasis on language communication is overrated. Zach may just be smarter than the rest of us that way!
Happy Birthday to my Beautiful Boy!
We had asked for Zach to repeat kindergarten so we are doing round 2. A chance for us to get things worked out understanding the expectations and determining Zach's reactions to them. He has a good team with a new SLP.
But most exciting has been some of his language use. He has spontaneously used single words appropriately - words like "yes", "eat", "mouth" and "satin". Yeah - that satin one really threw us for a loop - no idea where that came from - all I can say is that we were in a fabric store and he went up to a bolt of fabric and started saying "satin, satin, satin" and by the way - yes indeedy, the fabric was satin!
Sleep has continued to be an issue for him (us!).
Zach sporadically only sleeps around 4-5 hours a night which we are having a hard time attributing it to anything in particular. This means that Zach is sometimes awake at 3am for the day. Being that Steve and I pretty much get a lot of our stuff done after the kids go to bed - this frequently means we might have only gotten 3 or 4 hours of sleep. Let's just say that all the caffeine/B12 energy drinks in the world cannot help you after several days of this. Is it any surprise that Steve and I can frequently found snipping at one another like a couple of children? What can I say - sleep deprivation doesn't sound so 
bad - but going on years of it now and with the demands of a special needs child, I can tell you it is a big component of why things can feel torturous at times.Zach's relationship with me, Mom, has waned recently - leaving me a little saddened, only to be made up for the fact that he just loves his Dada, Steve, so strongly now! From a few of the parent groups I have been reading in (of typical children) I noticed that this is not uncommon in this age group.
Zach's family birthday party was great fun yesterday. He really loves opening up presents! And he really enjoys people singing for him - I loved watching him look around the table at all the people singing to him with wonder in his face.
And then there was soy whipped cream which makes me feel so happy to be able to give him something fun to eat that doesn't upset his tummy like good ol' dairy whipped cream.
Zach is a happy little guy who has a great smile and we are still working on getting him to communicate more. Sometimes I wonder at how he has gotten this far without speech/communication. And then when I watch the drama and gossip of reality-TV and facebook posts I think - maybe the emphasis on language communication is overrated. Zach may just be smarter than the rest of us that way!
Happy Birthday to my Beautiful Boy!
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
First Day of 3rd Grade for Sophia
Third grade starts today for Sophia! She was really looking forward to school. She was super annoyed, and letting everyone know it, that the bus was 40 minutes late. Oh yeah - did I happen to mention it was a half day? SOmetimes I have to wonder about some things.
Anyhow, in her backpack was wide ruled paper, a water bottle to have at her desk, a healthy snack, pencils, pencial box, folders, sharpie pens, tennis balls, and a freshy picked apple from Beak n Skiff for the teacher. I love my little suck up!!! I was the same way as a kid - I abdolutely loved my teachers, until around 8th grade, and then I became the disgruntled gal I am today.
Go Sophie!
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Pups in the House
As a TMI warning: about to discuss gross stuff that you likely don't want to read when consuming food or beverage, and if you are a nice normal individual, won't want to read at all. This is our life; finding fun even amongst the gross stuff.
As my lovely niece and her new husband enjoy the sights and sounds of Italy, we get to enjoy the sights and sounds of their beautiful 7 month old pup, Bella, who, along with Lucky our own energetic pup, has wreaked total and complete havoc on the house. And I am enjoying every luscious, crazy moment of it. Poor Steve, on the other hand ...well... not so much.
I cannot imagine going to work and being all "Hey, I am a professional doctor dude. My clothes don't have any bodily fluids produced on them other than my own." and then having to come home to "Zach puked into the toilet. Sophie is making spit bubbles. Little pup is licking someone after drinking some l'eau de potty. Lucky is drooling as Zach attempted to eat some fritos. I am covered in all of it since I am in HHELL (Head Housekeeper of this Estate, aka Looney Land" The mind warp you have to transition from the outside world just to walk through the door at our house is immense.
One day I realized that I hadn't showered in nearly 4 days. Now, on most occasions, I can say that it is because I didn't have the opportunity. But not this day. It just didn't make sense to me. Why go through all that trouble and dirty up the fairly pristine shower just to feel momentarily cleansed and then have to encounter a toileting accident? Hmmm? The change in state is often the issue more than the state itself, I have realized. So Steve struggles to stay clean while I struggle not to think how gross I am.
The juxtaposition of my life in a suburban town of a city that appears in some state of decay, with that of a newlywed couple filled with all things hopeful in the beautiful land of cities such as Florence and Milan may seem ironic (note I did not say pathetic). Syracuse NY was once the twelfth largest city in the United States. Now it is the 240th or something else inconsequential. I looked to the history books a bit about the namesake city of Syracuse, Sicily - a city that has been through quite a bit itself, and also suffers from population decay to the suburbs, although nowhere near that of our Salt City. Seeing that it has a Mediterranean climate and mild winters - I realize there likely isn't much else to compare. So why bother?
That is how I feel about my life, in particular, my family and that of others. Quite often I feel like there just isn't a lot in common - so beyond some obvious issues that we may face, I just don't often think in detail about how others live and the issues as a family they face. I guess I try not to think in detail about it out of fear of being resentful, but more often than not, I am just not afforded the opportunity. But I miss trying to connect with others whose lives are different than my own - that path that I would most likely have been on. It is one of those things I miss the most.
Truth be told, I have lived a great life with many things to be grateful for. I have a good education, a nice family (even the extended parts and their associated humanities), a comfortable home to dwell in. I have traveled to some great cities and countries, read great books, ate great food, drank fantastic wine, befriended fabulous people, even been loved by a few. When given the chance, I have tried to live life as full as I can.
As I attempt to write this post, Zach has vomited once again, for the third time today. Yes, he is sick. No it is not the stomach bug. I am guessing something viral, seasonal allergies, or possibly yet another sinus infection. His vomiting is a result of a coughing fit from the drip of sinus congestion. Poor Zach.
I no longer see world travel in my immediate future. Who else would step up to the plate to deal with such encounters? Steve and I had been invited to speak in China - an idea that made my heart flip. However, I am unsure of how I could make this happen. The idea has faded away, leaving a little hole in my heart, but not a large one. It was so awesome just to be asked. After all, someone thought I had something meaningful to share with others a world away - not too often you hear that.
Being that I don't shower all that often, am fairly crazed, and am often found wearing clothes that are meant for cleaning the house, I am not necessarily the most alluring creature. My husband rarely shows me an amorous side, not that I blame him. With little sleep, and the fatigue hence faced, I doubt he even notices my lack of hygiene, so I don't think that is the issue. At least not completely. A cute little blond boy who can quite often be found present in our room, sleeping or otherwise, is most likely the culprit. Nothing says birth control like a young child, especially when found in your own bed.
So being that I don't garner much individual affection around here, it is nice to have two pups who are there at my side. I cannot tell you how long it has been since someone actually fought for my attention! Brings me back to the good ol' days when I was young, cute, single, and living the dream.
But alas, there are no rainbows or pot of gold even though there is some rain and some sun in our household. But it has afforded me the chance to connect with those out in the world, doing things I once dreamed about, when I could actually conceivably have become true. For this connection to that other world, I am grateful. My reports on Bella and Melissa's posts on Italy follow:
Saturday Aug 18 (Day 2 of our Puppycation)
From the New Mrs. Pandori:
Sunday Aug 19 (Day 3 of our Puppy(forni?)cation)
From the New Mrs. Pandori:
Monday Aug 20 (Day 4 of our Puppycation)
From the New Mrs. Pandori:
Tuesday Aug 21 (Day 5 of our Puppycation)
From the New Mrs. Pandori:
Silence.
The Morphet Report on Pupsters:
From the New Mrs. Pandori:
More silence. (probably having a rocking time eating kick butt food, seeing great places, or just dawdling with her handsome new husband)
The Morphet Report on Pupsters:
As my lovely niece and her new husband enjoy the sights and sounds of Italy, we get to enjoy the sights and sounds of their beautiful 7 month old pup, Bella, who, along with Lucky our own energetic pup, has wreaked total and complete havoc on the house. And I am enjoying every luscious, crazy moment of it. Poor Steve, on the other hand ...well... not so much.
I cannot imagine going to work and being all "Hey, I am a professional doctor dude. My clothes don't have any bodily fluids produced on them other than my own." and then having to come home to "Zach puked into the toilet. Sophie is making spit bubbles. Little pup is licking someone after drinking some l'eau de potty. Lucky is drooling as Zach attempted to eat some fritos. I am covered in all of it since I am in HHELL (Head Housekeeper of this Estate, aka Looney Land" The mind warp you have to transition from the outside world just to walk through the door at our house is immense.
One day I realized that I hadn't showered in nearly 4 days. Now, on most occasions, I can say that it is because I didn't have the opportunity. But not this day. It just didn't make sense to me. Why go through all that trouble and dirty up the fairly pristine shower just to feel momentarily cleansed and then have to encounter a toileting accident? Hmmm? The change in state is often the issue more than the state itself, I have realized. So Steve struggles to stay clean while I struggle not to think how gross I am.
The juxtaposition of my life in a suburban town of a city that appears in some state of decay, with that of a newlywed couple filled with all things hopeful in the beautiful land of cities such as Florence and Milan may seem ironic (note I did not say pathetic). Syracuse NY was once the twelfth largest city in the United States. Now it is the 240th or something else inconsequential. I looked to the history books a bit about the namesake city of Syracuse, Sicily - a city that has been through quite a bit itself, and also suffers from population decay to the suburbs, although nowhere near that of our Salt City. Seeing that it has a Mediterranean climate and mild winters - I realize there likely isn't much else to compare. So why bother?
That is how I feel about my life, in particular, my family and that of others. Quite often I feel like there just isn't a lot in common - so beyond some obvious issues that we may face, I just don't often think in detail about how others live and the issues as a family they face. I guess I try not to think in detail about it out of fear of being resentful, but more often than not, I am just not afforded the opportunity. But I miss trying to connect with others whose lives are different than my own - that path that I would most likely have been on. It is one of those things I miss the most.
Truth be told, I have lived a great life with many things to be grateful for. I have a good education, a nice family (even the extended parts and their associated humanities), a comfortable home to dwell in. I have traveled to some great cities and countries, read great books, ate great food, drank fantastic wine, befriended fabulous people, even been loved by a few. When given the chance, I have tried to live life as full as I can.
As I attempt to write this post, Zach has vomited once again, for the third time today. Yes, he is sick. No it is not the stomach bug. I am guessing something viral, seasonal allergies, or possibly yet another sinus infection. His vomiting is a result of a coughing fit from the drip of sinus congestion. Poor Zach.
I no longer see world travel in my immediate future. Who else would step up to the plate to deal with such encounters? Steve and I had been invited to speak in China - an idea that made my heart flip. However, I am unsure of how I could make this happen. The idea has faded away, leaving a little hole in my heart, but not a large one. It was so awesome just to be asked. After all, someone thought I had something meaningful to share with others a world away - not too often you hear that.
Being that I don't shower all that often, am fairly crazed, and am often found wearing clothes that are meant for cleaning the house, I am not necessarily the most alluring creature. My husband rarely shows me an amorous side, not that I blame him. With little sleep, and the fatigue hence faced, I doubt he even notices my lack of hygiene, so I don't think that is the issue. At least not completely. A cute little blond boy who can quite often be found present in our room, sleeping or otherwise, is most likely the culprit. Nothing says birth control like a young child, especially when found in your own bed.
So being that I don't garner much individual affection around here, it is nice to have two pups who are there at my side. I cannot tell you how long it has been since someone actually fought for my attention! Brings me back to the good ol' days when I was young, cute, single, and living the dream.
Saturday Aug 18 (Day 2 of our Puppycation)
From the New Mrs. Pandori:
Hey we are in Florence. Hope all is well with Bella! We miss her like crazy. Communication is tough it is really expensive to call and I just got wifi at our hotel we just checked into.The Morphet Report on Pupsters:
All is well here. Bella doesn't appear to understand peeing is done outside. But she is having a lot of fun w/ her girl Lucky. She also doesn't appear to love her food - but boy does she seem to want people food. Lots of fun - Sophie and I took the girls into the field and they had a ball. She seems very happy
Sunday Aug 19 (Day 3 of our Puppy(forni?)cation)
From the New Mrs. Pandori:
Well we are off to brave the heat again for dinner. It was 104 today! Can't wait to see what it's like when we go south! Love ya! Ciao!The Morphet Report on Pupsters:
She has tried to swipe (and been successful a few times I might add) food off the counter & kitchen table. Naughty little girl! I also should report that she is either an alpha dog or a lesbian.
Monday Aug 20 (Day 4 of our Puppycation)
From the New Mrs. Pandori:
Everything has been amazing! Food was a bit rough in Rome but we has some the best local dishes in Ascoli Piceno thanks to our friends who live there! They even took us out to a local festival where it was just local Italians. No tourists!!!!! Great food and entertainment beyond our imaginations! Venice had some great pizza finally! Tomorrow is our last day up north then we head to our final destination the Amalfi Coast! Give Bella some more love from us! Thanks again!
The Pandori'sThe Morphet Report on Pupsters:
Even Zach knows how to handle the puppy thing! She is learning the words: No,Off, and Settle. Today, she actually came to me when I called her as she was about to go into the neighbors yard. HURRAY!
Tuesday Aug 21 (Day 5 of our Puppycation)
From the New Mrs. Pandori:
Silence.
The Morphet Report on Pupsters:
Bella is quite resourceful: she jumped on the counter and hit a plate so that it catapulted the contents onto the floor in which she and Lucky then enjoyed. The contents: Lucky was the happy recipient of a plank of salmon and Bella conjured up 3 large bay scallops for herself. I admire her fine taste in food - especially since it was to be my meal. However, her choices in drink I find ironic - no toilet is left untasted. Even when she has a clean bowl of water 3 feet away. HmmmWednesday Aug 22 (Day 6 of our Puppycation)
From the New Mrs. Pandori:
More silence. (probably having a rocking time eating kick butt food, seeing great places, or just dawdling with her handsome new husband)
The Morphet Report on Pupsters:
Today was the first day the dogs actually could be calm in the same house while not sleeping. haha! Progress! I am enjoying some snuggle time with both pups now which I ADORE! The door is open to the backyard since the weather has been cool - and that means no accidents. I think she is picking up the rhythm of the house by following Lucky's routine. Bella is such a beautiful name for a dog who farts so much.And that's it for now. Best part of the story is that I have no idea when the lovely couple are returning from their phenomenal honeymoon. I can't remember when I was left to get away without having to report such details.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Cruising
Life isn't always about me freaking out like some sort of chicken little. We do tend to celebrate around here. And this is one of those moments I ran to try to capture.
That video up above would be Zach and the Good Doctor returning from taking a ride around the block on their scooters. It's a phenomenal event for us.
One of the things I think Steve and I were always concerned with post diagnosis, is how much of life would we be able to share with Zach? The Good Doctor and I basically got to know each other from shared interests - computing, running, hiking, dining, old movies, dogs. A perfect day for us in our pre-children days would have been to wake up, go for a hike with the dog, get home, shower and off to our favorite restaurant we would go. Man, I can barely remember those days.
I have been a little bit frustrated that biking wasn't coming along very quickly for either of the kids. A friend had a scooter at her home a few years ago that was a little different than the ones I saw at the local stores like Target or Walmart. She went on to tell me that her son's preschool had these and he liked them so much she went online and purchased one to have at home.
Anyhow, it felt like another bad investment on our part, until Dear Daughter stepped on it and off she went! It was such a joy to watch her take to something so readily, when quite often, when it comes to motor skills, it seems she does not. She looks so beautiful with her hair peaking out from under her helmet only to blow in the breeze. We were off to buy her her very own scooter and she rides it nearly daily.
She pretty much thinks she is hot stuff on the darn thing, and I am not about to tell her different. She has even considered making videos of how to ride a scooter and some of the different stunts she can do with it. She told me the videos are because she wants to train others how to ride it.
Meanwhile, Zach stepped on the scooter just a few months ago after watching his Big Sister doing her thing on it. He went on to make a few motions of pushing off the ground with one foot. I was shocked.
Within a few days, you would have thought he had been riding the thing for a year and not the days it took him. Most kids have a gradual progression when skills are aquired. Not my kid, he makes leaps and bounds after literally years of flatlining.
Moral of the story? Never give up. Just keep trying. No matter how it might feel.
I am so glad the Good Doctor has something he can share with his son. I can tell you that it means the world to us to be able to do this with him, and I think he thinks it's pretty cool, too.
On nice evenings, after dinner which is usually NOT from some fabulous restaurant, we will grab the dog on her leash, get the kids protected with helmets, and off we go for a half mile scoot around the block.
It's on evenings such as this I think to myself: This is all we ever really wanted. Life is good.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Breathe
Exhale. I am happy to report that Zach is again consuming liquids and solids on his own, without any prompting or any encouragement. This is different than it has been for the past 6 days. I can once again sleep and quit playing Google doctor.
In fact, when presented with a new program - rhyming words, the therapist said that he was scoring about 80% correct at the first time ever being tested with his ability to match rhyming words, a skill that we never explicitly taught.
When Zach began to drink and eat, the color returned to his cheeks, I literally took a deep breath and let it all out. I know my stress level is pretty high, I have been aware for about 9 months that my breathing is so shallow, when my stress goes even higher, as it does when I worry about him, or an occasional Sophia issue, I notice just how shallow my breathing is that I actually am almost holding my breath. My normal state of breathing is as if my chest is constricted by a set of rubber bands.
From a facebook post from my Autism Awareness series:
I have always wanted to express a way to explain the stress - and that is one of the reasons I made a point to post this to my facebook page. Now that might explain a bit about the stress factually, why it is what it is, that it is real, but it doesn't give the readers something they can relate to as to how it feels. Now some people might not find the situation stressful - I don't seem to meet them though and unfortunately, I am not one of them . One mom I befriended on facebook stated in an online article that homeschooling was the sure way to relieve her stress - no more CSE meetings, problems with the IEP, issues with bullying. Believe you me if I say that didn't get me thinking. I don't necessarily always find the autism to be an issue, and it isn't Zachy - he is a joy! But the process, the mounds of paperwork/red tape, the lack of quality control, the lack of resources, people's insensitivity, people's ignorance - these are more often than not the cause of the stress.
Anyhow, it took me 6 weeks, but I had the opportunity to read a book that I felt finally captured how to explain the feeling to those who haven't been through it:
Now, I am not found of the word dread in the above passage because I think most people think of dread as reluctance. However, the other meaning of dread is extreme fear, and that hits the nail right on the nose. We live basically in fear for the unknown, because in the back of our head we see all the things that can go wrong. We are constantly trying to predict the possibilities and then plan accordingly.
Most importantly is that Zach is back to his normal smiley, energetic, mischievous self. I just need to remember to breathe.
Something was (is?) up with him but I have no idea what . After a few days of seeing him not quite himself - I verified that there was no fever. He continued to go to camp, which runs from 9am-1pm, then to speech, occupational and physical therapy (1:30-2:00 pm) and then back home to the in home therapy from 2:30 - 4:30. It's a busy schedule - and despite him not being himself, he seemed to want to go and participate, so I had him continue. In his home program, the therapists commented that although he certainly was not being himself, he actually did better than ever with some of the programs they were working on with him. It was almost as if he didn't have enough energy to oppose the demands being placed on him.
In fact, when presented with a new program - rhyming words, the therapist said that he was scoring about 80% correct at the first time ever being tested with his ability to match rhyming words, a skill that we never explicitly taught.
Although he didn't say much, and perhaps even less than usual, one word became very prevalent in his vocabulary: "No" If I asked him just about any question, from "Do you have to go potty" "Do you want the iPad?""How do you feel?" "Do you want milk?""Do you love Mommy?" "Do you want to swing?"he almost always seemed to answer "No". Preferred activities and foods all had a "No" response if offered.
Now here in lies some of the difficulty. Was Zach sick? There were no other symptoms: no fever, no nausea, vomiting, runny nose. Zach just wasn't eating and barely drinking. Was it behavioral? In other words, was Zach trying to express himself by not eating? Did he not feel well one day, and then it became a habit to just not eat? As much as I asked him if he was not feeling well, played with the words and restated my question "Is there a boo boo?" "Do you hurt?" "Not feeling good?" he was just incapable of telling me what was going on. I said in a post to my facebook page:
His lack of communication is excruciatingly hard at times like these.
His skin tone became ashen. Just when I thought it was time to call the doctor, he would drink a glass of orange juice and eat a cracker. Then the next day, he would once again not eat.
Some may ask why I didn't just bring Zach in to the doctor. Well, Zach's last trip to the doctor was not a positive experience, and that was to have a mandatory TB test in order to be eligible to have an evaluation by a local agency for a communication device. (uugghh) I get a little tired of the stressful visits to the doctor slowly making each subsequent visit more difficult. All it takes is one person oblivious to Zach's needs in combination with an insensitivity that makes you wonder how she got her job in the first place to set in place a series of stressful encounters that seem to escalate with each iteration. His lack of communication means he doesn't understand the necessity for these events. His limited experience with these events means we don't have the requisite repetition for him to figure it out on his own. Add in that the few iterations we have progressed through have had a few people who should not have been in the line of work they are in, causing Zach undue stress and confusion, we are certainly plagued with trepidation.
So before we decide weather or not to expose our son to yet another possible traumatic event, we have to pretty much do a risk analysis, deciding what the probabilities of it actually being in Zach's best interest to proceed or not. Depending on the day, we likely would not meet with Zach's primary pediatrician who at least knows what Zach's version of autism looks like, or acknowledges that Zach has autism and isn't just a brat. It is so hard for me to watch another health professional with little understanding of autism try to engage Zach in conversation. What is even worse is when they see his diagnosis in his chart and then discuss things about him like he isn't present.
When Zach began to drink and eat, the color returned to his cheeks, I literally took a deep breath and let it all out. I know my stress level is pretty high, I have been aware for about 9 months that my breathing is so shallow, when my stress goes even higher, as it does when I worry about him, or an occasional Sophia issue, I notice just how shallow my breathing is that I actually am almost holding my breath. My normal state of breathing is as if my chest is constricted by a set of rubber bands.
From a facebook post from my Autism Awareness series:
Most understand that parenting is stressful. Logic would conclude that parenting a child with developmental delays is even more stressful. Research indicates that parenting a child with autism is even more stressful than that of a child with developmental delays. One report indicated that mothers of children w/ an ASD had cortisol levels that occur when there is chronic stress, consistent with people experiencing chronic stress such as soldiers in combat. However, unlike combat situations, the care of some children with an ASD can be lifelong. Another study indicated that levels of social support were the most powerful predictors of depression and anxiety in mothers. Furthermore, informal support appeared to be a more effective stress-buffer than formal support. Many parents often cite that family and friends often alienate them after a diagnosis.
I have always wanted to express a way to explain the stress - and that is one of the reasons I made a point to post this to my facebook page. Now that might explain a bit about the stress factually, why it is what it is, that it is real, but it doesn't give the readers something they can relate to as to how it feels. Now some people might not find the situation stressful - I don't seem to meet them though and unfortunately, I am not one of them . One mom I befriended on facebook stated in an online article that homeschooling was the sure way to relieve her stress - no more CSE meetings, problems with the IEP, issues with bullying. Believe you me if I say that didn't get me thinking. I don't necessarily always find the autism to be an issue, and it isn't Zachy - he is a joy! But the process, the mounds of paperwork/red tape, the lack of quality control, the lack of resources, people's insensitivity, people's ignorance - these are more often than not the cause of the stress.
Anyhow, it took me 6 weeks, but I had the opportunity to read a book that I felt finally captured how to explain the feeling to those who haven't been through it:
... the first time you notice your baby picking up a marble and putting it in his mouth or the first time you take your eyes off your toddler in a bookstore and he disappears, for a second, just a second, you are reminded. Yes, you think, I remember that feeling—that’s dread. Of course, when you learn your child has autism, that dread not only returns, it settles in for the long haul. From Bad Animals by Joel Yanofsky
Now, I am not found of the word dread in the above passage because I think most people think of dread as reluctance. However, the other meaning of dread is extreme fear, and that hits the nail right on the nose. We live basically in fear for the unknown, because in the back of our head we see all the things that can go wrong. We are constantly trying to predict the possibilities and then plan accordingly.
Most importantly is that Zach is back to his normal smiley, energetic, mischievous self. I just need to remember to breathe.
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