Last night was spent decorating the tree, listening to Christmas music, sipping sparkling cider and eating pumpkin pie. It was spent with the sincere hope that I will give my kids the same types of sparkle filled memories that I have of this time of year. At least enough of them to help compensate for my fair share of non sparkly memories that I am destined to also relay to their adulthood.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Remember.
Last night was spent decorating the tree, listening to Christmas music, sipping sparkling cider and eating pumpkin pie. It was spent with the sincere hope that I will give my kids the same types of sparkle filled memories that I have of this time of year. At least enough of them to help compensate for my fair share of non sparkly memories that I am destined to also relay to their adulthood.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
My Heart is Walking.
He is finally ready. I couldn't make him ready and I couldn't control the timing. I have had to step back the past few months and attempt to take less ownership of his therapeutic accomplishments. Something that is really, really, really hard for me to do. But, it is something that will hopefully help with my sanity.
I expected tantrums at first. I anticipated screaming, yelling and stiff stubborn legs.
I got laughs, smiles, kissy lips and purposeful movement.
It was his choice this time...not mine.
In the past 10 or so days we have had the walker, Deak has learned how to maneuver it more than I anticipated he would learn in a month. Today I took my niece, nephew, Abby and Deak to a Children's Museum and decided to venture out into the "real" world with the walker.
Abby needs an Agent.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Easy.
I could drive to Primary Children's Hospital with my eyes closed, but hope to never try.
I've watched parents head inside those doors and hear the words "Everything went great"... then leave. Hopefully, never returning. That visit being a "one hit wonder."
But, today...it was.
I got a taste of easy. Boy. It feels good.
My Deak had tubes replaced today. Nothing serious for most. Last time he got he tubes in, he also underwent a bronchoscopy. That procedure caused his lungs to react and fill up with mucus. A simple twenty minute procedure turned into two hours and an overnight hospital stay. Today, we arrived at the hospital at 7:45 and we were home by noon. In fact, Deak and I decided to screw the dietary guidelines and eat fries on the way home to celebrate.
Easy for most, but a miracle for me.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Goodnight Moon.
(Then you ask, "Where's the red balloon?"- to which Deakon responds "Ah." while pointing at the red balloon with his cute little chubby pointer finger. A feat he has just recently mastered.)
Abby, Blair and I have read this story at least a thousand times over the past few weeks.
It has become a favorite of Deak's and if you have been around him at all lately, he has most likely spun in a circle or rolled towards you, book in hand, in an attempt to get you to read it to him.
And, without fail...he will scream with joy as you open the first page.
It doesn't matter if he has already heard the story twenty times that hour.
It is always a thrilling as it was the first time.
Pure Joy.
I watched Deak as he attempted to read the book to himself a few days ago.
His little hands shook as he tried, over and over and over...to turn each page in the correct order. My heart broke as I watched him throw the book down yelling, "Ahhh!" in frustration.
It's not perfect, and he doesn't say the words aloud, but he is reading it. I watch him point to the pictures in order, and complete the actions we've made as we've read the story together. It is enough to keep your heart full for weeks.
Goodnight Stars.
Goodnight Noises Everywhere.
(He caught me this time...)
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Comfort.
I've allowed that confusion to spill over into certain areas, and cloud emotions and feelings that I know are undeniable.
I go "up and down" on my journey to discovering truth. I think I want to understand more than I can during this life. I've witnessed and experienced lots for a 30 year old, and there are moments when I feel burden and guilt and do not want to have to answer to any more responsibility. I kinda want a break.
But...then I see him.
And her.
I see a light in his eyes that does not come from me.
And I gain strength in a knowledge that they will be mine forever.
And he will be okay.
And... I will be okay.
Things have began to become a little clearer.
I found this talk while visiting a blog of an amazing family.
I don't think I found it by accident.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
One of the Many Reasons Why...
Thursday, November 5, 2009
My Happy List.
I am happy today because...
1. I have a HEALTHY boy, sixteen hours and counting.
2. I have a nurse and pediatrician who care so deeply about my son that tears streamed as we worried together.
3. I have a husband who was empathetic to my anxiety and helped my mind relax by taking us out to dinner.
4. Hello...the YANKEES! (Second only to the Padres who will always remain my first love.)
5. I have a daughter who thinks it's really funny that she and Deak are dressed in their Yankees gear today...because she knows it will piss off her dad.
6. Mixed CD's that involve Vanessa Hudgens songs. Her songs inevitably lead to my mind wandering ...which leads to Zac Efron. Not a bad thing to think about first thing in the morning.
7. Molten Chocolate, berry and whip creamed covered cake, and ice-cream sundaes. (Coping strategies).
8. First Place Championship trophies for Co-ed Softball.
9. I am wearing shorts and sandals...and it is NOVEMBER!!!
10. Prayer.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Anxiety.
My brain can rattle off the symptoms and DSM IV Classification requirements within seconds.
I can treat anxiety.
I can create a list and action plan using various cognitive behavioral and relaxation techniques learned through experience and textbooks.
I understand anxiety.
But, I can't make it go away for me.
The panic attacks are back. I am assuming they were granted re-entry when Deak and Ab got sick this past month. I breathe slowly, think positive thoughts, and try to regain strength...but, at three in the morning...it is a slow process.
Call it coping, or fumbling through denial...I have been surprised with a phrase that I have repeated more than once this past week.
"He could die."
....In reference to Deak, and the impending (because we know it is not "if" but "when") H1N1 virus.
It was strangely cathartic for me to say those words out loud.
I don't know why. I've understood the implications of having a child with "special health needs" and have sat in rooms with professionals who have told me Deakon would die; but, I have never said it.
I said it yesterday in the faculty room with a large group of staff members, and it got quiet really fast. No one knows what to say to that.
It's hard to relate that kind of paranoia to others. Friends and family understand and empathize...all of which are deeply appreciated. But, to convey the depth of fear that I feel when Deak begins to spike a fever is something that I wouldn't wish on my list of enemies (not that I have many...hopefully). I function on "Just Do it" mode and rely on my husband to ration with my complete irrational demands and fears.
I am making the choice to vaccinate Deak for H1N1 today. Something I so vehemently swore about in an earlier post. I just couldn't live anymore with a reality that I did not do something to prevent an illness that my son, in all reality, could die from. That coupled with the stark reality that my Pediatrician called and considered Deak one of his 12 most high risk patients in his practice.
That's just not a list you want your kid on.
I am just sick about it, and am praying for the first time in weeks, just to please keep him safe. I truly know those prayers are not deserved by me, but am hopeful that my son will receive their effects. And...oddly enough, I am extremely grateful for my ability to understand, professionally, the depth of the anxiety I feel. It is comforting to know my irrational thoughts have a scientific and emotional basis and I am not completely crazy.
There was a conversation today in our faculty room about a different mother who has a child with severe special needs. During the midst of this conversation, a reference was made to the child's mother's choice to work a few days a week.
The reaction was killer.
"What? How could she?"
"I knew someone who had a special needs child, and she quit everything and focused on him for 12 years."
"I don't know why she'd do that."
I spoke up.
I had to.
My response was, "How could she not? This woman needs some peace, and a break, and some time to be away."
They were judgemental, but not purposefully cruel. Just ignorant to the pressure and anxiety I am sure this blessed mother deals with 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Most were quiet after that.
Ah...but, ignorance is an entirely different post...saved for another day.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Casting Spells and Doing Dances.
Cute Cousins.
This little Spiderman is also a Gabba Gabba fan. When he walked into our house he said, "HEY LOOK...It's DJ Lance!!"
Isn't she a beauty?
Ab made it almost three hours gathering treats with her dad. She was excited for her collection of Hershey Bars, and anxious to get rid of her starbursts...a chocolate girl from birth. After the Hershey bars are gone, her two bagged stash will sit in my cupboard until Easter when I will most likely steal it and give it away to my kids at work (and hope the shelf life is long enough to cover their health).
Now...onto Christmas??