Wednesday, April 28, 2021

A Letter

 


Before David was born, I knew almost nothing about the world of special needs. Yes, I was vaguely aware of cerebral palsy and children who had learning disabilities, but I am sad to say because they didn't affect me, I didn't really think much about them. Also, back at that time and before, it seems that general education schools didn't have much in the way of special education so the gen ed schools didn't have a lot of more severely disabled kids. Because of this, gen ed kids were not exposed to differently-abled kids when I was growing up like they are now. So when my David was born and terms like "grade 4 brain bleed" were thrown around with worst-case scenario's being cerebral palsy or even death, Tim and I were in shock. We were so far out of our element, and who could blame us?

In a matter of 24 hours, we had gone from me being six months pregnant and us moving into a new house, to me, going into premature labor because of a placenta previa, me having an emergency c-section, both David and I almost dying and David ending up in the NICU being categorized as "beyond critical." In such a short time, we had been thrust into a world of medical terminology, monitors, tubes, doctors, and nurses quietly moving from tiny infant to tiny infant, fighting to keep each one alive. 

We were now among other parents with shell-shocked looks on their faces or simple resignation that their lives would no longer be the same. We were about to get a crash course in medical terminology, medical technology, long days sitting by a NICU crib, and long nights of no sleep. We were about to learn what it was like to be on a real-life roller coaster. 

Looking back, we knew nothing about this new world we had become a part of, and what I have learned every day since is that you can never know it all.... or even enough when you bring a special needs child into this world. You will never look at anything the same way again and even having had children before David, raising David was a completely different experience. 

So having spent the last twenty years taking care of and raising David, making mistakes, researching, and learning, I was thinking the other day, how much I still don't know and how I wish that there had been someone there who could have coached me, guided me, and on those really bad days, told me that we would get through it, find our new normal and be just fine. It occurred to me then, that maybe I could be that person for someone else. So what follows is a letter to special needs parents, that I wish someone had written for me. 

Dear Parents of that beautiful child that you just brought into this world, 

I know you are scared. You have probably already heard words and terms that you don't completely understand and that quite frankly scared you to death as you are trying to process what is going on with your new little baby. Just know, that whatever happens from this point on.....it will be okay.

I also know that you are going to see your little newborn in the NICU for the first time and you have no idea what to expect. I know it is pretty frightening. All you need to think about though, is that your baby is in a very specialized unit, staffed by extremely educated and specialized doctors and nurses who are dedicated to giving your baby the best outcome possible. Don't be afraid to ask questions and to communicate your needs as a parent to them. They will listen, they will hear you and they will be the greatest gift you have right now. So as you prepare to walk in and see your baby, take a deep breath and remember you are his/her parent and they need your calm, your patience, and most of all your love to get healthy and to go home and start their life with you. 

In the next few days, weeks, or maybe even months, you will become a monitor watcher and you will learn what every line, every tube, and every bell and whistle mean. You will learn to read faces and you will study the face of every doctor and nurse that walks in to tend to your baby. You will ask many questions and over time, you will learn just what questions are important to ask. And if they give you an answer like we can't tell you definitely to what degree your child will be affected by cerebral palsy (as an example), then know they are not hiding anything from you. Sometimes these things are dependent on so many factors as time progresses and they simply can't give you a definite answer. 

Your days in the NICU will be filled with ups and downs with your child's health. You will have a barrage of doctors and nurses in and out, with specialties you might not even know exist. And if you aren't the praying type, chances are you may become the praying type as you look for answers that even the doctors can't give. 

Your days and nights will be spent in that chair, by that crib and you will doze with one eye and one ear open, waking at even the smallest change in your child. On the bad days, you will pray for the most unusual things like peeing and pooping and on the good days, you will rejoice over the most normally mundane things like a smile or a finger grip and you will always be on high alert waiting for the other shoe to drop, until the moment when you walk out of the NICU with your baby in your arms.

Depending on how long your child is in the NICU, you will likely get dependent on the NICU. Even if you spend every waking hour by your child's side while they are there, you still feel secure knowing that if anything happens, you have a team of staff that will be there in seconds and do whatever is necessary for your child. When the time comes however to take your baby home, you will feel abject fear as you walk out of that NICU. There will be a realization that you are now, completely responsible for your special child and you will likely break down, fearing that without a medical degree, you might actually break him or her. Sound silly and ridiculous? It's not and you won't. 

Once your child is home, depending on the severity of his/her needs, don't be afraid to ask for help from family, friends, and medical professionals if necessary. There are no owner manuals for this beautiful child, but believe it or not, you will fall into a routine fairly quickly and in many cases, you will know instinctively what your child needs from you. 

To better help your child, your first course of business is to find your county or state's disabilities office. They can direct you to resources and help, and much of it should be covered by insurance. There are certain services that your child will be put on waiting lists for and other services that your child will likely start immediately. Certain services like physical therapy can't be started too early. These are the services that will help your child hit milestones and help them to have their best life in the coming years. Oh, and your child will not be dismissed from the hospital without being covered by at least state insurance. These special little ones will need a lot in their lifetime and this state insurance will cover a great deal of it. The disabilities office should assign you an agency and that agency should assign your child an advocate. That advocate will be the person who helps you navigate the disabilities system and make sure that as your child grows and develops that they are always receiving the best services for them and whatever adaptive equipment they need. The advocate can also help you to understand state insurance and what is and isn't covered for your child. 

As your child grows, you will become more comfortable being the parent to this special child. You will also become your child's voice. No one will know your child better than you do. You will know when they are in pain, scared, sick, happy, or just having a bad day. So you are going to be your child's first line of defense out in the world. If your child has to go to the doctor or ER, make sure that your voice for your child is heard. If something in your gut says they are not listening to your or that they are doing something that is not beneficial to your child, MAKE THEM LISTEN! The same goes for daycares and schools. Your voice has to be their voice. 

In the coming years, the moment you get comfortable with life and feel like you have conquered the disabilities codes and maizes, I promise you, things will change and you will have to start conquering all over again. You will learn to take notes about everything and you will keep a list of numbers that give you access to doctors, insurance, service providers, and even lawyers. You will know who the top person is at every agency you speak with and you will demand that you only speak to them. Even with that though, prepare yourself that you will end up spending literal hours on the phone and on hold. 

In the course of your child's life, agency's will change, advocates will change, services will change, service providers will change, diagnoses will change, doctors will change, schools will change, teachers will change, insurance will change, and medications will change....and you will likely at one time or another fight and argue with all of them about all of it. The one thing, however, that will remain the same throughout it all, will be you. You will be the driving force behind everything your child does, every milestone they achieve and every glorious battle won. 

As you sit there holding your beautiful baby and trying to imagine what the future holds, I would like to say that it will be a piece of cake, but I can't lie to you. The truth is there will be sleepless nights, worry, fear and frustration. You will spend huge amounts of time on the phone trying to seek out information like it is your job. You will fight more battles than you ever dreamed possible and if you were shy and quiet prior to having this child, that will soon be a thing of the past. 

You will have little time for yourself and you will have no time for people that have no understanding of your life as it is now. You will find yourself educating others on your child's disabilities and you will introduce your child to other kids so they can understand that your child is just another kid with a really cool chair. 

You will spend your days driving to doctor and therapy appointments. You will be a caretaker and nurse without the degree. You will spend your time trying to find the balance of protecting your special child and allowing him/her to have as much independence as possible. You will vett people like crazy as you will not let just anyone in your child's life, but the people that pass the test will become like family. You will also learn patience, selflessness, a special kind of joy, and a love you never knew you were capable of. 

Milestones won't just be milestones, they will be causes for big celebrations and you will find miracles all around you, all the time. In fact, I promise you, that in 20 years, you will look back at all of this and wonder where the time went. You will have become someone you don't even recognize as you will have grown from being a parent to a warrior and you will be so grateful for every trial, every frustration, every milestone, and every lesson you learned along the way. 

So yeah, I know you are scared, but you've got this and I know that baby, your baby, is so lucky to have you. You are going to change their life and give them so much, and bonus, they are going to change your life and give you so much too. It's going to be the wildest ride you have ever been on, but at the end of the day, you are going to be grateful for every second of it and you are going to be so in love with that person who was once so tiny and fragile, who you have helped grow into the best them they can be.

Sincerely, 

A Special Parent, Just Like You

Until next time....may your hold time be short, your instructions be in English and may you find a miracle you didn't know you were looking for.

Friday, April 23, 2021

The First Twenty Years



I have had people ask me if David graduates this year. He does not. He has another year, as he can go to school until he is 21. This made me realize though, that it has been a looooooong time since last I blogged here. I guess you can think about it this way.....no news is good news.....or at least......not bad news. 

If my eyes didn't deceive me, it was 2019 when last I posted here. A lot and yet really nothing has happened since then. David has had a couple of hospital stays, one was for a 105-degree fever. Yeah, that was fun....not! And scary as heck. Then there was a hospital stay for a bladder blockage (possibly a kidney stone), but it all took care of itself. For the most part, though, his health has remained good and he was the only kid in the school that was allowed to go all day, this entire year, as his room is pretty much quarantined in the best of times and his socialization was limited to about three people. He has loved every second of it, as during the lockdown last year for the last nine weeks, he did not have a good time being at home all that time. Mom just isn't as thrilling as she would like to think she is and I got a lot of him pushing me away and pointing towards the door. He missed his teacher, his para, and the other kids. Hopefully next school year, he can have a lot more peer socialization. 

Yes, David is growing up and he is 20 right now. Some days I can't believe it. He is no longer my little boy. He is now a man, and if I ever forget that, all I have to do is look at the mustache and goatee that his face just naturally grows. I think he has more facial hair than any of his brothers....and he likes it. Still though, when I see him laughing at Spongebob or giving me his "cute face", it lets me know that my special little boy is still in there. He just has facial hair now.

David has been very blessed school-wise, as he has ended up with a very kind and loving teacher and an amazing para. I think the school finally realized that these special kids need to have the same para as much as possible for so many reasons. His para Miss Tony is a keeper and when his school years are through, I don't know which one is going to be more lost, David or Miss Tony. She gets so much out of David and he adores her. 

With David growing up and transitioning from a child to an adult, this process has not been without struggles. Everything we knew before he turned 19, changed directly after. He had to change where he gets extended services and who his advocate is, I had to become his legal conservator (not just his mom), he has had to go on medicare for insurance (which was a nightmare to figure out), and now everything he does is in the adult world. No longer is he considered a child. It is a mixed blessing as I am beyond grateful that the tiny little guy that they didn't think would live to make it out of the NICU 20 years ago, is still here, going strong and proving to the world that for him there are no ceilings. On the other hand though, sometimes I look at pictures of him when he was little and I miss my baby. I guess it is just a normal mom thing. 

David still gets his botox injections for his muscles every three months and he does fairly well with his mobility. Unfortunately, when he had the spinal surgery to straighten his spine, he did lose some flexibility due to the rod in his back and he took a few steps back in his ability to walk with his walker. He has done well though, with trying to catch up. The bottom line unfortunately is, there are just some things he used to do, that he will never be able to do again. We deal with it and go on. 

School is almost out and soon we will be in summer. This year, David has put on more weight and gained some strength. I decided to change up his diet and it has worked very well for him. It is my hope that with this new weight gain and strength, that he will be able to enjoy the pool more this year. The last couple of years, because of his low weight, if it wasn't really hot outside, if he got in the pool, it would drop his blood pressure and give him an almost hypothermic reaction. Then it would take a lot to get his body temperature back up. Fingers crossed that this year we don't have this issue. 

It is so hard to believe, that this year David will be 21 and that next school year he will be graduating from high school. He has been in this school district since he was 3 years old. To not have him there after next year will be so surreal. Even more surreal though is that he will be a high school graduate. I remember when he was about 4 years old, and I was at an IEP for David. His teachers and extended staff were all present and something was brought up about when he would be graduating. I remember his speech teacher Mickey Mason, tearing up and saying, "I can't wait to see him go across that stage. I will be the one cheering the loudest." I have no doubt that she will be too. 

David has been through a great deal in his first 20 years. He started out beyond critical, survived, lost his dad, lost his grandma, suffered through years of seizures, has had numerous hospital stays, lots of surgeries, has been septic on a couple of occasions and nearly died, has gone to school, made friends, and taught everyone who knows him, unconditional love, kindness, giving and the knowledge that not all disabilities are equal and that disabilities are not roadblocks in life, but merely speed bumps. 

It has been an exciting 20 years and I can't wait to see what the next 20 holds for him. Who knows what medical breakthroughs there will be and just how many more lives he will touch? What I do know though, is that David has never quit fighting a day in his life and whatever the future holds, he will be ready and in his own small way, he is gonna change the world. Heck....he already has. 

Until next time, take care, be kind and never give up. If David can do it....so can you!