"We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us."
~ Joseph Campbell ~

"God's promises are like the stars; the darker the night, the brighter they shine."
~ David Nicholas ~

"It’s often in the dark of night where light is most breathtakingly magnificent. Jesus, thank You for being the light..."
~ Lysa TerKeurst ~

"Just as each snowflake is unique, so is every child."
~ Carol Andews ~

Welcome to Holland This will give the background as to why I call this blog, Holland.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Momma




Momma
by: Carol Andrews
6/2/15

Momma, you don't know you are pregnant with me yet. You will very soon though. I just want you to know that no matter what, God made me and knows my story already. God knew who my parents would be and knew that you and daddy would be strong enough for everything that I would need.

Momma, you should know that the world is going to consider me special needs. I won't be born looking or acting like most others will. There will be trials and issues that I will face that many won't. So few will understand but those that do you will learn to cherish.

Momma, you will have many battles to face to get the care and treatment I need to thrive. God knew all of this before I was created. The love you and daddy share has to stay strong so you two can fight together for me.

Momma, I already know you love me even though you don't know what I am facing yet. God knows though. He wouldn't have given me to you if He didn't already know you could do it.

Momma, today is my birth day. I am being born today. I sense your excitement and nervousness. As I am born, I see your face for the first time as you see mine. I see your tears of joy.

Momma, I know the doctor talked to you today. I see your tears. Please don't cry because of my diagnosis, cry tears of joy because I am your special gem. Don't cry because I will show the world what I can do. Stand proud momma.

Momma, I know the world sent you to Holland instead if Italy but in Holland, there are so many joys to be found. There will be hard days but days of joy too. Don't take what people say about me or you too hard. Most don't understand.

Momma, watch me prove to the world that I shine just like everyone else, only my light that I shine is a little different but it is such a pretty color that stands out. I have a heart of gold.

Momma, so many say that I won't do this or that but watch me. I may not do it like everyone else says I should but watch me. I will stand tall and shine. Will you stand there with me with your heart beaming with pride? Will you cry happy tears instead of tears of sadness?

Momma, don't mourn because I wasn't normal. Mourn for those who refuse to understand and pray for them. Yet momma, focus on those who stand with us. Feel joy for the times where you know you aren't fighting alone.

Momma, there will be seasons where you feel alone and misunderstood. There will be seasons of pain and sadness. There will be seasons of joy and excitement too.

Momma, just remember those seasons over the years will make you stronger and grow more in your faith. Through you momma, I will see what we can do.

Momma, with God, nothing is impossible. I will prove that.

Love, your son/daughter


Saturday, May 30, 2015

Did we lose?



"Sometimes when you lose, you win."

It's a line from a Robin Williams movie. I miss him.....



What does that line have to do with today's post you ask? When the journey to Holland beings, all too often we feel like either we have lost or our child(ren) have. Lost in this case could mean many things. Lost the dreams we had, lost the ability to do things and more. We feel like our world has fallen apart and crashed on us.

Yet did we really lose? There are days when it sure feels that way..... Yet look at all the blessings our gems give us? They may not shine under the same light as others do but I think with the light they have, they shine brighter. The light for 'typical' children isn't better or worse but it's different. I don't see special needs children as better or worse off. Medically sometimes yes, as unfortunately that can be reality but yet they are also the strongest warriors. Yet as many parents including myself would say, we aren't stronger or better then other parents either, it's just that when you are flung into this journey, you have no choice but to push forward. Help from friends and family and even strangers helps a lot though. A LOT.


"It takes a very special person to care for children with special needs. God gives them to people who will love them no matter what." One of my favorite nurses, Anita told me this the other day. It took me a long time to really, truly accept this. Yet I think she's right.

I also teased her and a few other friends by posting this: "Let it be known that I am the least miss plan-it with type A tendencies. I also do not worry about anything whatsoever and I do not have any control tendencies."

Those that know me, know that I am full of it on that one. lol Yet the struggle is real. It has benefits yet also curses. The hardest part for me is knowing the difference sometimes...

Trust is my hardest one. Trusting anyone other then myself and even then sometimes I don't. As my son's surgery approaches, that is one storm that is already rolling in. Blood checks and shots start this coming week to bring on more blood into my son's little body so he will deal with the surgery better on that aspect. Yet as I have done before, we will get through this. I have to be the mean momma and hold him down but I thank God that he's too young to remember. My daughter however is not as she will bear witness this time to what she had to deal with at about his same age.

Even through my daughter has been through this before, more then once, her eyes will be opened to a whole new perspective as now being the sibling. May my children help each other through this journey they have and may I be the rock they need. Most of all, may my husband and I rely on our Rock, to lead and guide us.

So did we really lose? I don't think so. It's no cakewalk by any means but the blessings outweigh the bad. May I remember that on the bad days too.


My storm: This coming week begins summer officially and it's already looking to be a crazy one...
My rainbow: Blessings in unexpected places.

Blessings!
~ Special Momma ~

Friday, May 15, 2015

Sunset



This is tonight's sunset from my driveway. All of the clouds and we are supposed to get more rain. I got more pics than just this one tonight. About ten minutes earlier I was out getting a few and it was sprinkling rain. I asked God for a rainbow to see. I turned around and saw a really faint one. I then asked if He could make it more brilliant so I knew my camera would get it. I felt in my heart to get what pics I could and just to wait. So I did.

When I got back inside, I did an auto correct on my photo software and got this pic. Original first.




See the difference? (Besides the computer being stubborn about centering the pics....)

The lesson I got out of this first of all is to trust beyond what I can see.... So hard.... The other thought I had is the lens we see with vs the lens the camera sees with. What am I saying? How does the world view our special gems versus how we and our close ones view our children? The world too often doesn't see beyond the face, an ability or lack of, the wheelchair, etc. Yet we are the first ones to see beyond that. Bias? Perhaps it is. However the way I see it, we have to find the beauty in the storms in life, in our children, in others before those around us will. We have to find the beauty in the sunset as night sets in. Even in the night we can find beauty, if we are looking for it.

Just something to think on.

~ Special Momma ~

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Beauty from ashes


As I talked about yesterday (Well, day before yesterday..) many times what we see, want, think burns down. We are going along with our plans, our lives then BOOM! It crashes upon us. It crushes us and causes us pain. When we face the storms, what is left is the ashes. What is left has to be rebuilt but it won't be the same.We must rise up and find the beauty from the ashes.

The truth is, suffering is a universal human experience, it is not dependent on a diagnosis. We are all broken people living in a broken world. None of us are exempt from suffering.
~ Ellen Stumbo ~



"When the storm passes and the sun shines again, it's clear to see the damage. The heartache truly sets in as we begin a new journey."
~ Susan Guy ~


Yet sometimes what does get rebuilt, the new journey becomes better then what we had before. Often what gets rebuilt, we see the blessings in that too. We are never the same but we do change.

My first pregnancy went well. I never dreamed or imagined that we would begin a life of medical appointments and surgeries. That reality didn't sink in till we got the first official diagnosis when she was three months old. My next two pregnancies I was more aware. When I miscarried, I went through the grief of it. The day my angel would have been due, I found out I was pregnant with my son. The whole pregnancy I wanted to enjoy but couldn't totally because of the fears of another loss. The miscarriage changed me. Yet on the flip side, it made me more grateful and more willing to enjoy the little things. Beauty from the ashes.

The day my childrens' pediatrician confirmed the craniofacial with my son, I had to find the beauty in the ashes. And I have. His laugh is contagious and he flirts with everyone. That's just the start. When I found out he has Chiari Malformation, I had to find the beauty in that. I am honestly still trying for that one..... Yet I have no regrets. I do not! My children no matter what are worth it. God gave me my two gems and they will indeed shine as God allows them to and they are willing to.

Those who know who my children are, know they are special gems. Literally.

No matter how dark the storm, crash, trial, etc is, beauty, the rainbow, light, etc can always be found. Even if it's just a sliver, it is still there. God uses these storms to help us grow in our faith.

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. Isaiah 43:2 NIV

Waiting
Abiding
In
Trust!
W-A-I-T

Always remember this on your journey as well. It's not always easy, that's for sure....

~ Special Momma ~

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Crashing

"But rains pour down upon us, storm clouds darken the skies and we get lost in the storm. Have you been there? Wandering in the darkness, crying out only to be greeted with utter silence?"
~ Lesley Hitchens ~


When I was pregnant with my son, there was some speculation to if he would have the same craniofacial issues that my daughter does. The marker given would be the Brachycephaly. He was due July 4th but arrived June 13th after labor started via c-section thanks to him being breech. My OB teased about him being a butthole baby because he decided to try to come butt first the last second. lol When he came out and soon after started crying, I cried. I had a miscarriage (March 19th, 2013 no heartbeat) before him and on what would have been my angel's due date, that was the day I found out I was pregnant with my son. My rainbow after the storm, my rainbow baby. My OB followed me in both pregnancies and was the most supportive of our decisions. If we ever have anymore children, I will keep using him. We had someone else for my pregnancy with my daughter though the OB I had after is the one who delivered my daughter.

Anyway,


When my son was born, they said likely craniofacial. Before breakfast the following morning, the pediatrician walked in and confirmed it. My hormones helped nothing....I cried. I cried because I hurt from the cesarean, I cried because I was honestly mad at God for allowing my son to have to face the same as my daughter and honestly, I cried because I blamed myself for it. The nurse who was on duty that day held me as I cried. She soothed me as I just let it all out. Then she got me pain meds.

Soon after I got this card with my breakfast.






I knew there would be a chance but that moment with the pediatrician, my world crashed all over again. Many times since my daughter's first diagnosis, we have dealt with crashes in one way or another. During those times, I know I have not handled them the best way possible. Who really does? I had times of yelling at God to cursing myself for not being good enough to thinking that what my children have to go through was my own atonement, God punishing me. Both of my children have more then the primary diagnosis. I still struggle to not figure it all out. Figure out the why's and who to blame, which usually our nature is to blame God.

Many times we have had to face the ashes of what we thought we would have, could have, should have had. We have built our dreams, our wishes, our wants but then it burns down and all that remains is charred dreams and ashes. Beauty can come from ashes though. We expected Italy eight years ago and got Holland. Now we have two in Holland. Beauty from ashes. I will post about that tomorrow. 


Stay tuned.
"Motherhood is about raising and celebrating the child you have, not the child you thought you would have. It's about understanding that he is exactly the person he is supposed to be. And that, if you're lucky, he just might be the teacher who turns you into the person you are supposed to be."
Joan Ryan, The Water Giver: The Story of a Mother, a Son and Their Second Chance

Blessings!
~ Special Momma ~






I posted this HERE as well. That blog is different from this one but yet some posts can really be shared here as well.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Baby Doe

I don't know if you have heard of this story or not. A friend on Facebook shared it and now I am. The story broke my heart.... We have come a long way with special needs children but we still have a ways to go.
http://www.downsyndromeprenataltesting.com/today-baby-doe-died/

Today Baby Doe Died


Baby Doe gravestone

Today was the day in 1982 when Baby Doe died in a maternity ward in a hospital in Indiana. He died because his doctor advised his parents that they could “do nothing.”

As covered in this post, Baby Doe was a child born in Bloomington, Indiana. He was born with a disconnected esophagus–a condition that at that time could be successfully repaired 90% of the time.


But his doctor, Walter Owens, advised the baby’s parents to not consent to surgery and instead let him die. He advised them:


That it would still be a mongoloid, a Down’s syndrome child with all the problems that even the best of them have.  That they did have another alternative which was to do nothing.  In which case the child [would] probably live only a matter of several days and would die of pneumonia probably . . . . Some of these children . . . are mere blobs.
That was how Dr. Owens recounted the advise he gave Baby Doe’s parents in sworn testimony to the U.S. Commission on Civil Rights. Dr. Owens, himself, “had little experience with mental retardation, but he had a niece with a retarded child, and it seemed to be his view (though not necessarily his niece’s) that this had ruined his niece’s life.”
Two other doctors had advised to transfer the child to a hospital in Indianapolis for surgery. Dr. Owens reminded the parents that the surgery “could do nothing about the Down’s [sic] syndrome. *** ‘However, he informed the parents, ‘you do have an alternative,’” advising they could refuse consent for the surgery.  Regarding his niece’s child with intellectual disabilities:

Obviously this has colored my thinking on the survival of such children.  I believe there are things that are worse than having a child die.  And one of them is that it might live.
Jeffrey Lyon, a reporter, investigated the case and wrote a book entitled Playing God in the Nursery. From his interviews and investigation of medical records, he described Baby Doe’s very short life. By the fourth day, the baby boy

was crying from hunger, and his lips were parched from dehydration.  His ribs were sticking out, the result of respiratory strain caused by the tracheoesophageal fistula.  That afternoon, when the stomach acid started corroding his lungs, he had begun to spit blood.
Families petitioned to adopt Baby Doe and a lawsuit was brought to require medical care be provided. Dr. Owens testified in defense of his advice to let the baby die and other physicians testified that medical care should be provided. The court found:

Mr. & Mrs. Doe, after having been fully informed of the opinions of two sets of physicians have the right to choose a medically recommended course of treatment for their child in the present circumstances.
The court’s decision was concurred with by a Child Protection Committee hearing. A subsequent hearing was held to declare the child neglected under state law, but:

the Court finds that the State has failed to show that this child’s physical or mental condition is seriously impaired or seriously endangered as a result of the inability, refusal, or neglect of his parents to supply the child with necessary food and medical care.
[Let that sink in for a moment].
The Indiana Court of Appeals denied an immediate hearing to review the decision and the Indiana Supreme Court denied a petition for emergency relief to order medical treatment.
Baby Doe died six days after he was born in 1982 on today, April 15. Cause of death:

chemical pneumonia, due to the regurgitation of his own stomach acid.
The gross injustice throughout the Baby Doe case is not something to be forgotten.

http://www.downsyndromeprenataltesting.com/happy-birthday-baby-doe/

Happy birthday, Baby Doe


Baby Doe gravestone


Today (April 15th, 2012) would have been Baby Doe’s 31st birthday. But, Baby Doe had Down syndrome and his doctor believed some individuals with Down syndrome were “mere blobs.” The doctor’s medical advice to Baby Doe’s parents was that they should let their child die from lack of care. I wrote about this in 2010. Re-reading the column, I was reminded of then-current examples of these views still being expressed and practiced. Lest we think this attitude towards withholding care to babies with Down syndrome is long past, just in 2012 academics argued in favor of  “after birth abortions,” citing the high termination rate for Down syndrome to justify their position. In 2014, Richard Dawkins, noted evolutionist advised that it would be immoral to give birth to a child with Down syndrome if the parents knew beforehand.

Lest we forget, let us remember today: Happy Birthday, Baby Doe.

Let that whole thing sink in.... This has been on my mind all day.... This poor child suffered horribly for days because a doctor let it happen, and in fact decided it should be. Does that make you angry???


This proves we still have a good ways to go before not just Down Syndrome is better accepted, but really how so many more differently abled children are viewed... This article I read a few days ago.

http://www.surprisingtreasures.com/2015/04/my-shocking-discover-about-inclusion/

ihaveadream
I was at another “wonderful” IEP meeting, talking about the realities and possibilities of Bethany’s education.   The teachers raved about her contribution in each of their classes and revealed she’s on the honor role again.  Then they begged us to consider expanding Bethany’s hours at the school. (we are presently attending public school for the “specials”- Art, Choir, Speech, Drama, Student Council and I home educate the core subjects)
I once again reminded them why we are home schooling.   The bottom line is they didn’t want to accommodate Bethany in the typical classroom for core subjects.   We’re just not interested in her being pulled out to a special ed classroom to “learn” (long story- but let’s just say I don’t teach recycling and practicing life skills in my core classes. ;)Take a look at the picture- INTEGRATION is NOT INCLUSION.

integration


As I was explaining for the umpteenth time we didn’t want Bethany herded to the
Behavioral and severe, non-verbal special education class”, I could see a frown forming on Bethany’s para’s face.  She quickly spoke up.

Now before you read what she said, remember this is a special education para- trained with 24 years of experience!
“I think you’re really cheating Bethany out of an important experience.”
“Oh, what do you feel she’s missing by being taken out of regular classes and assigned to a closed class room?”
“Well, I really believe for her to adjust to her future life, she needs more time “being with her own kind”.  You know, at this point, she’s rarely with kids like her.  That’s not realistic.”
(HER OWN KIND?  isn’t that the ignorant phrase they used to say when it came to segregating blacks from whites? She didn’t have the smarts to stop at that point but kept babbling her uneducated nonsense)
“You know, one of the other kids with downs is in her drama class and she always goes up to talk to him.  She is drawn to him because she knows they’re alike.  She should spend more more time with them.”
I was shocked into silence- and that just doesn’t happen very often.
I wish I would have said-
“Her own kind?”
Her.  Own.  Kind???!!!!!
ALL people are her kind!
She belongs to the human race. Inclusion and integration are legislated to facilitate living together with respect and compassion- no matter what “disability” one has.  How dare you try to isolate and ostracize her from typical society where she will learn and grow and maybe teach others about compassion and respect.  
How dare you try to dehumanize and disrespect her by consigning her to a labeled group of “kind”.
So—–
as I deep breathe a ton
and try to quell my angry thoughts-
I force myself to thank the Lord for giving me eyes to see the beauty and diversity of His handiwork.  ALL of His handiwork.
I pray for the courage to keep pushing for accommodations and inclusion- but I’m also not going to hold my breath until it happens.  I’ll keep doing whatever I have to do to help Bethany learn to belong in the “real” world.

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treasurechest1Surprising Treasure:   Acts 10:34 Then Peter began to speak: “I now realize how true it is that God does not show favoritism


Think about this...... What are we going to do to change this? I truly think we all can make a difference. This may not be 1982 or even further in the past when children with disabilities were frowned upon and worse but even now children with special needs are often seen as helpless, worthless, different, ugly, etc. More and more are finally starting to see just how much joy and happiness those with differently abled abilities can bring to this world but we still have a long way to go.

So let's go out there and show this world what our children are made of! Let our children bring some light. Make your day count!

Go get em!!
~ Special Momma ~


Sunday, March 29, 2015

Weathered

Creed - Weathered
I lie awake on a long, dark night
I can't seem to tame my mind
Slings and arrows are killing me inside
Maybe I can't accept the life that's mine
No I can't accept the life that's mine

Simple living is my desperate cry
Been trading "love" with indifference yeah it suits me just fine
I try to hold on but I'm calloused to the bone
Maybe that's why I feel alone
Maybe that's why I feel alone

Me..I'm rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I'm covered with skin that peels and it just won't heal

The sun shines and I can't avoid the light
I think I'm holding on to life too tight
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Sometimes I feel like giving up

Me...I'm rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I'm covered with skin that peels and it just won't heal

The day reminds me of you
The night hides your truth
The earth is a voice
Speaking to you
Take all this pride
And leave it behind
Because one day it ends
One day we die
Believe what you will
That is your right
But I choose to win
So I choose to fight

"One of the saddest yet most comforting things about being a special needs parent? You get more support by those parents like you that are in the hospital, social media and or Ronald McDonald house type thing then you do with most anyone who lives in your own community."
~ Anonymous ~

Oh so true.....

Honestly, I'm exhausted... We just got home from a six night stay in Dallas last night. Monday we found out my nine month old son has a 2mm Chiari Malformation type 1. Totally unexpected that.... Then it was decided that the cranal vault surgery for the bicoronal craniosynostosis will be done slightly differently in hopes that it will "fix" the chiari. I have researched to death about it.... When will I have the innocence that crying or a headache isn't a rational concern that something more is going on? Especially waiting the three months for surgery.... Yet learning that the Chiari will never be "cured" but maybe hopefully "silenced" was hard too....

"Oh you did this before, you can do it again"

Pffftt!! Perhaps yet the chiari definitely changes the journey a bit. I had been warned that just because my two share the same primary diagnosis, don't expect similar journey's with both. His chiari proves that. My daughter doesn't have chiari but does have other diagnoses.

I'm told I'm doing a good job with the kids and I need to realize it. How do I when I'm so out of control in what is going on? How do I get to where I feel like I really am if I can't stop? When my daughter has her asthma acting up or headaches being nasty or when I forgot her ADHD meds? Appointments out my ears, school meetings or concerns being brought to me.... When my infant son is so cranky and nothing is helping? How when I can't help but wonder if the headaches is something more sinister brewing again? How when now with my son he can't tell me what's wrong and he has cranio and chiari fueling each other? How most of all when I am their mother and I can't do anything about what is going wrong or not well? Isn't that my job as a mother to care for my children and to give them the best I can???? How can I do that when I don't know what is going on.......

I'm a veteran of eight years in this journey.....Days have ups and downs. Usually the only ones who ask about the kids are on Facebook and those who do ask around here locally really don't want to hear the truth, just the shiny, pretty, easy parts.... You know... Once you get the beyond "How are you?" "I'm fine how about you?" "Well, I'm okay." Even with people who know you fairly well get a glazed look in their eyes if you share beyond that.
Enough glazed eyes as I get asked about the kids and when I tell the simplified truth, I see the eyes glaze over and they are ready to move on.... Most just walk away right then. Even those who I thought really wanted to know the truth. Life isn't always sweet. Period! Just go with the flow and say everything is good even if it's not. That's what most want to hear..... What if I'm not really okay today? Would you really want to know that? Would you still say you will be there for me if I really share the truth? Know all or none. Don't be lukewarm! I totally get those who don't understand but instead of running away, at least try to reach out. Despite the news in Dallas, being there to one extent was a reprieve..... In a way.... 

Sometimes I feel like rest will never come..... Sometimes I feel burnout despite that no matter what, life keeps going. I will say this though, my children will always be worth it. Other days like this week in Dallas, I was very thankful for those at the Ronald McDonald House with me who totally understood the journey. Of course no journey is exactly the same but many of the same feelings and thoughts are there.... The biggest being "What if..." or "When will..."
http://www.healthline.com/health/guide-dealing-stress-caring-child-special-needs

"Studies have shown that the extra burden on parents raising special-needs children is extreme. Researchers at the University of Wisconsin discovered that mothers of adolescents with autism experience a level of chronic stress comparable to combat soldiers. What's more, a separate study found that mothers who reared children with special needs for over a decade decreased their life expectancy by up to 12 years."  


I'd wager that this would fit for much more then the parents of children with Autism and fit for many families of our special children as well.


"Many parents of special-needs children place huge pressures on themselves that add to their stress. Some examples include:
  • "I must give 100% to my special-needs child all the time or I am a failure as a parent."
  • "I should always put the needs of my special-needs child above my own needs."
  • "I should feel guilty if I take a break from my caregiving responsibilities."
Instead of proceeding with these assumptions, you must learn to develop realistic expectations and recognize when this type of negative thinking is derailing your coping strategies. Think of alternative messages that are self-empowering and that allow you to be "healthily selfish." Replenish your energy and know your limits. If you remember that everyone--including parents of special-needs children--has needs, you'll set the right tone for the whole family."

The hardest things for me at least is:
1. Asking for help
2. Having faith that someone will REALLY want to help AND will seek to understand so therefore we can be understood. (Rare it feels)
3. Trusting enough to give up control over what I at least perceive that I can control.... God will always be working with me on that one.....


What I need to remember the most is this:

The pieces we see today



The pieces we see after our journey here is finished.


(Artwork credit to Medical City Children's Hospital. Yes I took both to post here.)

Every single little piece (picture) will eventually come together to create something bigger and more beautiful as a big picture. The darkest pieces are some of the darkest, most lonely times in our journey. The whitest from some of the best and everything in between. I wonder what this journey will have created by the time it is all over....

May God continue to show me.... May his patience with me be everlasting....


I'm going to end this post with some laughs. I LOVE this page.

http://www.facebook.com/shutuapboutyourperfectkid/posts/10153174318237889


Never lose the faith no matter how dim life seems in the moment, it will get better.... We all just have to hang on for the ride and see who can hang on with us through it. Look at it like this, at least we can have fun watching how funny some look falling off our ride that was given to us. I just pray that we ourselves don't..... And if we do, it doesn't hurt too badly to get back up and keep going.... We have no other choice....

~ Special Momma ~

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Our label (diagnosis) is not our name





I am writing this one in honor of a little boy I follow on Facebook. His name is Blake and he has Trisomy 13. He just turned a year old. Doctors don't want to do much for him because he is "incompatible with life." There was a little girl named Annie as well. She had Down Syndrome and because she did, a heart transplant was refused for her. She suffered till she passed nine months ago.There is a little boy named Andrew who was a victim of Shaken Baby. Doctors not long ago said he had little brain activity. He is thriving and doing well all considering. He looks nothing like a child with very little brain activity!

Doctors basically taking the label of diagnosis and playing God. It's not just doctors though either. Teachers/administration, psych people and even strangers! Does that infuriate you? Do you agree with those doctors and others? Do they have a right to tell a parent that because of a diagnosis, they have no right to life? Do they have no right to at least be able to COMFORTABLY enjoy what life they do have? Only God knows how much time each of us have. Way too many die too soon we say yet what about those who live when they were told they would not? How about giving them a REAL chance?

When will people get it that the label of a diagnosis is NOT who that person is? Would you introduce yourself as "Hi, I am diabetic, how are you doing?" NO! You would do it as, "Hi, MY NAME IS _____ and I have diabetes but that's not WHO I am." So many don't see past that. How many get stared at because they look different? How many get called "Retarded" (I HATE that word) just because they have any sort of learning disability? How many get told "you can't do this or that" because of the diagnostic label they have? WAY TOO MANY!



Blake according to statistics, should not be alive. Another young man I follow in these blogs has Trisomy 18 His name is Aaron. He's thriving. That diagnosis is supposedly a death sentence diagnosis as well. Does that mean none of these children deserve a chance? NO!!!! GOD ultimately decides. Are doctors and others God? Most of these families who face life changing diagnoses are asked hard questions. Many are uncalled for.





 What are some of those questions? I for one have been asked why I chose to have another child knowing the risk of the craniofacial syndrome. I have been told before it would be cruel of me to have other children after my daughter. This was because of a syndrome that is 50/50.... Others have been told to abort their children. Or told their child will be a vegetable. I had one friend who was told her child just should be allowed to die already because she would only be a burden to society.
Those who have a "non visible" diagnosis it's even harder for them because you can't see the physical. ADHD, Autism, etc. Many of those families get told "Just give them a good spanking, that will fix it!" "You aren't parenting right! They are too spoiled." stuff.


"Only hateful people say stuff like that!" Actually not..... You would be amazed where us parents (or grandparents) hear this stuff from.... You would simply be amazed.

"How are you not full of hate then?" Grace.... And hard work.... Most of us have to make it a daily decision to work through that. Many of us can just take it as ignorance or at least people trying to help but it not be helpful. Some though are just mean. For me, it catches me most when it comes from those I would least expect it to be said from.

The best solution to me in dealing with that? Pray about it.... Pray for peace that surpasses all understanding... Remind them that your child has already defied odds and that they were wrong before and that your child(ren) will continue to defy odds till their last breath, whenever that may be. As for me, I will stand with my children and fight for them and teach them to fight for themselves. I will sit back and not take anyone telling me to give up. NEVER! I will fight for answers and solutions, always.

I'm not saying go see 20 doctors to get an answer you want BUT if you know one isn't treating you right or is refusing a necessary treatment "just because of the diagnosis" then find someone else till you find one that will give your child a chance.

I grew up being told that I would amount to nothing, be either institutionalized my whole life or in prison. I am none of those. I am thriving, surviving and I have two children and one angel to prove it. Defy the odds and go fight!!

Fight the good fight of faith!!!!!




Go get em!!
~ Special Momma ~




Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Mom to blame?

I have copied a blog post over to here that really struck at me today. Mommies of Miracles shared it. 

http://www.bloom-parentingkidswithdisabilities.blogspot.com/2013/02/why-blame-mom.html 


"Historically it's been mothers who are blamed when children are born with disabilities. In earlier times we were thought to have sinned, while today the belief that women can prevent birth defects, by what we do or don't do during pregnancy, is rampant. And so is its unfortunate corollary: that women who give birth to a child with a disability caused it.

Public health messages that suggest mothers can prevent most defects by taking care of themselves during pregnancy abound.

According to the U.S Department of Health and Human Services website, a healthy baby is the outcome of these five steps:

Five Ways To Have A Healthy Pregnancy and Baby

1. See a doctor or other health-care provider from the start of your pregnancy.

2. Don't drink alcohol, smoke cigarettes or take drugs.

3. Eat healthy foods, including fruits, vegetables, low-fat milk, eggs, cheese and grains.

4. Take good care of your health and exercise sensibly.

5. Have your baby checked by a doctor or health-care provider right after birth and throughout childhood.

More current information (including the importance of folic acid and risks associated with obesity and diabetes) is listed at the Centers for Disease Prevention and Control

Yet we know from the March of Dimes that the cause of most birth defectsup to 70 per centis unknown. It follows that in most cases a woman can't control whether her baby is born with or without a disability (unless she aborts a child diagnosed prenatally). I bet you most mothers of children with disabilities followed the five tips above to the letter

So why are we led to believe our baby's health rests solely in our hands?

Consider this Healthy Babies Are Worth The Wait t-shirt I found as part of the Prematurity Campaign on the March of Dimes website.

What is the meaning of this, I thought? Women don't choose to have premature babies because they're impatient. Most preterm labour, in fact, can't be prevented. "Our analysis shows that the current potential for preterm birth prevention is shockingly small," said Dr. Joy Lawn of Save the Children, who led the first multi-country study looking at the causes of premature births and how to reduce them, published in The Lancet last November. So why suggest that women can control premature births?

Apparently the Healthy Babies Are Worth The Wait initiative targets women who consider scheduling a C-section before 39 weeks. "If possible, it's best to stay pregnant for at least 39 weeks," says the article.

This campaign won't touch the rate of premature births, which declined in only three countries of 65 from 1990 to 2010 according to The Lancet study. That's because asking your obstetrician for an early C-section isn't a major contributing factor.

But how will a mom of a preemie with disabilities feel when she reads that t-shirt message? What if a sibling of the child with disability reads the shirt and asks Mom why she didn't wait?

Yesterday I read about a new March of Dimes book called Healthy Mom, Healthy Baby in this New York Times' article: Too Many Pills in Pregnancy.

According to the Amazon description, Healthy Mom, Healthy Baby empowers "mothers-to-be... with more information and positive steps than have ever been available before to ensure both a healthy pregnancy and a healthy, happy newborn."

What?

If most causes of birth defects are unknown, "positive steps" taken in pregnancy can't guarantee a healthy baby.

The book is mentioned in an article in which the American Food and Drug Association estimates that at least 10 percent of birth defects result from medications taken during pregnancy. According to the article, a recent study shows inaccuracies in online information about which drugs are safe, which means women who choose the Internet over a doctor's consult may receive faulty advice.

That's critical information for women, and I can't imagine anyone arguing that we shouldn't carefully weigh the risks and benefits of medication use with informed doctors.

But don't suggest that healthy moms who do all the right things during pregnancy have healthy babies!

Titles like Healthy Mom, Healthy Baby feed this magical thinking. And they reinforce the popular fallacy that mothers of disabled children did something wrong to cause their child's condition.

In a recent piece called Pregnancy and blame on Conversations, an Australian news site, author Kathryn Knight writes about how simplistic public health messages about birth-defect prevention diffuse into the culture. We all know parents who've been been the recipientat school or on the playgroundof judgmental questions like: What went wrong? Didn't you get the test? Why didn't you terminate?

And that line of questioning isn't limited to an uninformed public.

I have a son with a rare genetic condition. The way a researcher described it, when my chromosome 8let's call it a green ribbonexchanged parts with my husband's chromosome 8, a red ribbon, to produce a striped red-and-green ribbon, a minute piece was left out. That random error at conception caused his disabilities.

Yet to this day (he's 18) I'm asked by health providers for a detailed pregnancy and delivery history. "But the genetic condition occurred at conception," I will implore, as the 20 questions about my pregnancy are trotted out. "It had ALREADY happened!"

A blog in Three To Be's Parent Advocacy Link yesterday had a similar theme: 

"When Maclain was born, I blamed myself very heavily for a long time," writes Brenda Ferland Agnew. "It was my fault that one of my twins had died. I should have known sooner that something was wrong. I should have gotten to the hospital sooner. If I had done things differently both of my babies would have survived, and Maclain wouldn’t have been born so early. I could have prevented his brain damage if I had done something more. I carried this with me everywhere I went, with every move I made. It ate away at me, and kept me awake at night...

"A year and a half after his birth, we received confirmation that Maclain’s brain damage was caused by a condition known as Kernicterus. He was not treated for jaundice, and this was what caused his cerebral palsy and his hearing loss. We had suspected it for a few months, and after a visit to our neurologist, we got a letter that ruled out his brain damage having been a result of any intrauterine insults, or because of the Twin to Twin Transfusion...

"I was so angry that I had been made to feel by all the medical professionals, that my son had disabilities because of something I had done wrong."

We have less control over a myriad of things that can happen to a fetus than books like Healthy Mom, Healthy Babyor Five Ways To Have a Healthy Baby tip sheetswould have us believe.

Let's speak the truth about how much we don't know about the causes of childhood disability and, more importantly, how to prevent it. Let's tell the truth about how Healthy Mom can just as easily produce Unhealthy Baby, or Healthy Baby with a Disability (because disability is not necessarily synonymous with poor health!).



Every mom wants what's best for her baby. In most cases when congenital problems are found, it's not because of something we "did." "

So, those of you that have children, how many of you were blamed for one thing or another about your children? I have on several occasions. I have been told it would be cruel of me to have other children, I have asked for this journey to be harder because I chose to have my son anyway, etc. I even have blamed myself..... Thinking when we have been in really rough patches with my daughter that what was happening to her was my atonement.... God's judgment on me for something I had done in the past. Lies, yes but we all have had guilt at one time or another. The hardest part sometimes is seeing past the lies and knowing that they are indeed lies.... All of our children are blessings no matter what "label" is on them. 




I'm going to end my post with this:

To all us "special" mommies!
Did you ever wonder how mothers of disabled children were chosen?
Somehow I visualize God hovering over the earth selecting his instruments of propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"This one gets a daughter. The Patron saint will be Cecelia"
"This one gets twins. The Patron saint will be Matthew"
"This one gets a son. The Patron saint.....give her Gerard.
He's used to profanity" Finally He passes a name to an angel and smiles.
"Give her a disabled child".
The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy"
"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a disabled child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel!"
"But has she patience?" asks the angel.
"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of sorrow and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it. I watched her today, she has that feeling of self and independence that is so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has her own world. She has to make her live in her world and that's not going to be easy."
"But Lord, I don't think she even believes in you"
God smiles, "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect - she has just enough selfishness"
The angel gasps - "Selfishness? is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally she won't survive. Yes here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word'. She will never consider any 'step' ordinary. When her child says "Momma" for the first time she will be present at a miracle and will know it. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty and prejudice...and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as if she is here by my side"
"And what about her Patron saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in midair.
God smiles ..............."A mirror will suffice"

Cheers!
~ Special Momma ~





Monday, March 9, 2015

Storms and Rainbows

"When the storm passes and the sun shines again, it's clear to see the damage. The heartache truly sets in as we begin a new journey."
~ Susan Guy ~
(Keep her in your prayers please.)



So much is talked about the rainbows after the storms. But what it doesn't talk about is the damage left by the storms. Someone has to clean that up and rebuild. Even once the journey has begun, storms will often hit. Often without any warning. During the storm, all that you are doing is going through it day by day, minute by minute praying you survive mentally, if not physically as well. These storms can last a very short time to years and years.... The severity varies greatly. Sometimes you have light to guide you during these storms, sometimes not. The light varies in brightness as well. Sometimes the storms are just rain and sometimes it's a category 5 hurricane.....

Today I felt a storm hit. I have known it was coming being that my children have MRI's and stuff soon but I didn't expect to have to fight insurance again already..... We are going to suffer for it this time.... Hopefully by my son's surgery it will be settled... I hope... Honestly I'm freaked out a little but it all works out.... It has to.... I'm trying to keep the faith... The hardest thing in the storms is to still hear God's voice through the roar of the storm....


"I was sure by now God you would have reached down
And wiped our tears away,
Stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say amen
That it's still raining
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear your whisper through the rain
I'm with you
And as your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
The God who gives
and takes away"



Right now I'm not sure what God is trying to say other then to be patient..... I got that hint while checking e-mail yet again today waiting for our schedule of appointments ahead..... PATIENCE ISN'T A STRONG SUIT YOU KNOW!!! :) What I fear the most on this part of it is how it all will be covered..... One can't get blood out of a turnip. I know my children are in good hands though. Besides, this momma knows how to roar like a good old momma bear. It's not the first or the last time I have had to roar to get things done....... I admit I'm a worry wart who is an anal miss-plan-it, must have a plan A-Z and have things DONE early. Gee, I wonder why I am that way! Because I have to be and things don't get done by clinics and insurance otherwise!! (I'll shut up now. lol)




As hard as it is sometimes, we have to toughen up too.... Yet we have to have time to let our guard down and rest from the battles of everyday life.... That's harder sometimes.... Finding rest when we feel like we always have to be ready to fight, defend and carry on no matter what.... Many of us wonder what true REST is.... Yet God tells us to find rest in Him.... Shutting up my mind of thoughts is the hardest part in doing that....


Rest in the Lord
By: Melissa Whitney - I think

Based on Psalm 37:7, "Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for him..."

Often we are tried and troubled
Many a care have we;
Jesus knows each thought, each feeling,
He sees what we can’t see.
He knows that every flame He sends
Will only purify;
Every flood can wash us clean
When He is by our side.

Rest in the Lord; wait patiently for Him
He will be your light when the way has grown dim
Rest in the Lord; wait patiently for Him
He will guide you, walk beside you
Just trust in Him.

When we cannot see why
A problem must arise
Jesus knows the end will make it
Worth our flooded eyes
He works each circumstance together
As part of His wise plan
He only asks we trust Him fully
And, by His grace, we can

Rest in the Lord; wait patiently for Him
He will be your light when the way has grown dim
Rest in the Lord; wait patiently for Him
He will guide you, walk beside you
Just trust in Him.

Things and people change
Though we wish they’d stay the same
Jesus is the only one
Who doesn’t ever change
He’s always there to lead and guide us
Be our faithful friend
His love can never, ever fail
He’ll be with us to the end!

So rest in the Lord; wait patiently for Him
He will be your light when the way has grown dim
Rest in the Lord; wait patiently for Him
He will guide you, walk beside you
Just trust in Him.

Written January 2005



Yet trying to get others to understand our journey sometimes is at least half the battle.....



http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2013/aug/16/children-disabilities-special-needs-mumsnet-campaign
"Amanda Marlow, 43, who lives in Milton Keynes, says she has survived by growing a skin so thick she doubts anyone's disapproval could penetrate it. "Sometimes I think if I marched through the shopping centre with 'F off' written on my forehead, I couldn't be more obvious about it," she says.

She has four children, twins Elizabeth and James, 13, Oliver, seven, and Alex, six. Elizabeth has Treacher Collins syndrome (which causes craniofacial abnormalities); James has Asperger's syndrome and Alex has severe autism.

"What I'd like people to understand," she says, "is that these are my children. This is my life. It's not a bed of roses, but we try to make the best of every day. What would be nice is if people were kind and considerate once in a while, and gave us a bit of space. We're dealing with issues that most people haven't got a clue about, and it's intrusive when you get someone coming up to you and saying, he needs a clip round the ear when one of them has a tantrum."

If Amanda, Claire and Jane could ask the rest of us to do just one thing, it would be to stop staring. "It's fine to do a double take, but once you've taken in that our children have a disability, get on with what you're doing. It doesn't give you the right to gawp," says Claire.

Beyond staring, what angers Amanda is when strangers ask about Elizabeth. "They say, what's wrong with her? And I say, nothing's wrong with her. She's fine."

"Claire agrees: it's not a tragedy, she says, that her child has a disability. "We don't need pity; we're a very happy family and we just want to get on with our lives. I hate people calling me 'special' or thinking I somehow have extra qualities that enable me to deal with all this. The truth is that when it happened to me, I thought I couldn't cope.

"But a very wise person said to me: 'You'll cope because you have to.' And that's what anyone would do. Calling us 'special' or alluding to our great qualities makes us different, sets us apart, and we don't want that at all."


These and I would say the other huge thing many families face is the financial hardship. So many rely on Medicaid or similar programs.... Also being a special needs family is isolating. But also you learn about so many more families like you. Too often you only learn of these families via social media like Facebook. We are not alone though.....You may feel alone where you live, especially if you don't know many other families but you are far from alone in the world..... (I have to remind myself of this OFTEN as well....)


 What I Would Tell You
I sensed someone watching me as I comforted my daughter after a particularly traumatizing dentist appointment at the Children’s Hospital. I looked up and saw you staring at us from across the waiting lounge. I didn’t pay much attention; I’ve grown accustomed to the curious eyes of onlookers. Our daughter was born seven and a half years ago, and after an abrupt lack of oxygen at birth, she changed the course of our lives forever. Perhaps, our lives unfolded exactly as they were meant to — they just didn’t unfold in the way we’d imagined or planned.

I talked to my daughter, kissed her and hugged her. I was giving her a brief break before putting her through the next traumatic experience of the day — the car ride home. Cerebral palsy can turn a car seat into a torture chamber.

I stood up to gather our things, my daughter in my arms, and it was then that I noticed you were holding an infant. It was difficult to know for certain how old she was. I knew immediately, though, that you were one of us. I knew that only recently your life had changed drastically and you sat here in this Children’s Hospital wondering, “How did we get here?” I should have recognized that shocked stare because I once had it, too. And I assume the man sitting next to you, looking equally tired and shocked, was your husband.

I made my way toward the doors, and as I passed you, our eyes met and I smiled at you. You smiled back, and for a moment I knew you knew I understood.

If I could, I would tell you — although you might not believe it right now — you will be OK. I would tell you to dig deep within yourself because you will find the strength and resilience somehow, and it will surprise you. I would tell you to honor your feelings and let the tears flow when they need to. You will need the energy for more important things than holding in emotions.

I would tell you that the man sitting next to you might cope differently and he might even want to run the other way. But I would tell you to hang on because he is scared and he really doesn’t want to leave you. I would tell you to look after yourself so that you can care for your daughter. Don’t underestimate the power of good nutrition, exercise, sleep, supplements and an empathetic therapist.

I would tell you that grief will come and it will confuse you because how can something that brings such joy also bring such sadness? I would tell you to let people into your lives to help you. Our children really do require a village to raise them. Access all the services and resources available. Find someone who can learn how to care for your child so you can have breaks and so you and your partner can go on dates — even little ones like a 20-minute stroll outside holding hands, sharing wine on the deck or even catching a movie.

I would tell you that you know your child best, and no matter what you’re told by the doctors and other professionals, you know the answers. You will teach them about your child. At times you will question the validity of your intuition, but after a while you will become profoundly aware of how accurate your gut feelings are when it comes to your child.

I would tell you not to be a martyr. Caring for your child will require tremendous focus and unimaginable energy, and it can burn you out and make you sick when you least expect it. I would tell you to let your guard down along the way so you can stay healthy in your mind and spirit.

I would tell you to seek out other mothers like yourself. This is, indeed, the road less traveled, and you will feel alone along the way, especially in the company of healthy children and their parents. Yes, you will feel isolated, but know we are here. Sometimes you have to look a little harder but we are here. You can find us online, in support groups and wandering the halls of the Children’s Hospital.

I would tell you that you will know far too much about the human anatomy, neurology, gastro-enterology, feeding tubes, pharmaceuticals and so on, than a mother should ever have to know. I would also tell you to do some research to inform yourself but don’t let the internet overwhelm you. Having some trust in what your child’s specialists tell you can be grounding. Other mothers and fathers of children like ours can be a wealth of information.

I would tell you this isn’t an easy life. It’s tough, there’s no doubt about it, but you’re capable, and the rewards are great. You may never see your child graduate from a university, walk down the aisle or give birth to your grandchildren, but you will feel pure joy when your child laughs for the first time. You will celebrate the moment when you connect with your nonverbal child. You will call your spouse at work to tell him that she has gained 4 ounces because weight gain is always a struggle with our children.

I would tell you that you will have to witness procedures and surgeries and suffering well beyond what any parent should ever have to bear. But, I would tell you that you will be courageous and comforting because your child will be experiencing far more suffering than any child should ever have to endure.

I would tell you that your life will not resemble the life you had planned. It will be as though you landed in Holland instead of Italy, but after some time, you will adjust the dreams you had and this reality will be normal to you. You will dream new dreams.

I would tell you that others will not get it. They can’t. This is a unique and complex journey on all levels. We cannot expect anyone to get it. And I would tell you that people — the cashier at the grocery store or your insurance broker or even your hair stylist — will say things like, “God only gives these special kids to special mothers” and “God will only give you what you can handle.” You will nod and smile, but eventually you will look them right in the face and tell them that those simple maxims are a bunch of bull.

I would tell you that imagining your future will be bittersweet and may involve a Plan A and a Plan B. Plan A will be what you will do if your child outlives the predicted life expectancy set forth by the experts, and Plan B will come into play if they do not. You will catch yourself casually discussing your future with the code phrases of Plan A and Plan B.

I would tell you that grief will creep up on you after years have passed and you least expect it, like at a wedding when the father and bride have their first dance or when you hear a birth announcement. It will also creep up on you when you see yourself in a new mother who is just beginning this journey.

I would tell you that you will recognize her because she is you from seven and a half years ago. And you will want to run to her and hug her and tell her that everything will be OK. You will want to save her from the pain and the hardship and the unknown.

But I would tell you that when you find yourself sitting at the Children’s Hospital and you see a new mom and dad who are just starting this journey, you will smile at them and walk by. They have their own path to travel, and it will be different than yours. It may be longer or shorter. It may be more or less complicated.

I would tell you that this mother’s searching eyes are looking for some sign that she will survive this. And you, smiling as you pass, with your child arching all over your shoulder, will let her know that yes, she will survive this and may even thrive.

Julie Keon
June 29th 2011


Lost
By : Carol Andrews

11-7-14

I could feel you within my heart
but the storms in the night pulled you away from me.
I called out your name but I can't speak above the thunder.
The rain is pouring out, beating upon my ravaged soul.
I reach for you but you aren't there.
I know you are out there but you are far away from me.
I can't feel you beside me now.
Where are you now?
Are you lost, or is it me?
Will I find you again?
I feel alone in the darkness without you.
I know I will see you again but when?
I can barely hear you with you so far.
Are you still in this storm or are you on shore?
If you are looking for me, leave your footprints on the midnight shore.
I may someday find you again.
Are you searching for me?
Can you see the storm tearing me apart at sea?
Will I ever find shore again?
As the night grows darker, the more blind I am.
In faith I step out toward my heart.
I am falling into despair.
The storm is drowning me to the eternal darkness.
To the place where eternal dreams are nightmares.
As I take my last breath I plea to you.
"Save me!" I whispered, as the darkness drowns me.
I look up and you are grasping the hand that is above my head.
I feel you pulling me up from the depths of hell.
I feel your strong grip as you shield me from the storm.
"Where were you Lord when I needed you?"
"I was there, you only had to call out to me."


Inspired from the song Hymn for the Missing by RED


Let's see how it all goes....
~ Special Momma ~