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adventures in family, faith, and Down syndrome

Finding a place in the Land of Mom

I am slightly envious of the moms who got to mother before the Internet age. I don’t know what it was like back then, but it feels like finding a niche now must be far more complicated than it used to be.  

Did so many styles of family life exist before the Internet??  And, perhaps more importantly, are there any moms out there who don’t think about mothering much at all??  Most of the time, that’s where I am at – I mother based on instincts, not thinking much about it, doing what keeps the family moving forward.

I feel like all the moms around me have a style, but somehow, I’m lacking.  They are gentle moms or tiger moms or organic, chemical free moms, or moms that love Lysol.  Pinterest moms, soccer moms, dance moms, CEO moms, hyper-anxious moms, free-range moms, helicopter moms, non-vaxxers, bed-sharers, formula feeders, homeschoolers…. And I’m just over here trying to keep up with the laundry.

Sanity ended 4 years ago, my friends.

The world of parenting a child with special needs, and then the subset of parenting a child with Down syndrome, comes with its own little mom-cliques.  We have the supplementing moms, the inclusion army, the self-contained special Ed advocates, a whole new category of babywearing mommas, pro-therapy, anti-therapy, diet restricters, moms who still love Kraft Mac and Cheese.  There are moms who want to ‘fix’ the issues that their kiddos have and moms who want to let them be just as they are and to hell with society and their silly standards for acceptable behavior!

I have tried to figure out where my mom identity lies.  This has been rolling around in my mind because John and I attended an informational session about drug trials that are happening for medications that would improve the cognitive function of people with Down syndrome.  It was fascinating and thought-provoking and has left me quite stumped.  

If there were a pill that would help Tessa think, would I give it to her?

A mom in the group raved about the trial that her daughter was a part of.  She says that her daughter’s holistic doctor (what is that??) believes that she is on “something” and the mom has seen some big differences in her daughter’s independence.

But would I give it to Tessa?  Even if I knew it was 100% safe, do I want her to take it?  Does it change who she is?  Does it send a message to her that she needs to be somehow better than what she is?  And when does it become her choice rather than mine?

We are not on a mission to “beat the odds.”  We have never set out with the expectation that Tessa do any more than be her best self, just as we expect from Ellie.  Does medication help her do that?  Is treating her cognitive functioning level the same as someone with ADHD taking Ritalin or someone with depression taking Prozac?

Am I okay with this?  Am I a part of that group of moms?

I don’t know.  I just don’t know where I fit in.  I like real science and double-blind studies and factual information.  I like routines and structures and personal space and kindness to all.  I like knowledge and teaching my kids about all kinds of stuff.  I like to parent without thinking too terribly much about it… But this medication question has got me wondering – if it goes to market and is an option for Tessa, what kind of mom will I be?
One year ago…  

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Team Tessa Take 2!

Events in life that really, truly merit a 3:30 AM alarm clock buzz are few and far between.  For labor, I’ll allow it.  A flight to some exotic paradise, it’s not off the table. Otherwise, 3:30 is not an hour that I have any appreciation for.

For Team Tessa, I’ll make an exception.

When we woke the girls up at that ungodly hour (which was so appropriately deemed “night time” by Ellie), they were rarin’ to go.  Bleary eyed adults piled into our van for the trek to the city, wondering what in the world we were thinking getting up so early but the girls?  The girls were ON.

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In case you can’t tell, that’s me looking exhausted, Ellie looking annoyed at another picture being taken and Tessa with her best “I’m not impressed” face.

We had an amazing team running for UPS for DownS again this year.  With the help of friends, family, coworkers and totally random, awesome people (seriously), we raised over $4,000 for the group.  It takes a lot of courage to sign up for any running event in Chicago in July and today’s heat and humidity were unrelenting.  I’m so thankful for these amazing people and their dedication to running for Tessa.

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And of course, the spectators are pretty awesome, too.

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The rock, the glue, the heart of this team, John has fought through late night and early morning runs, calf pain, exhaustion, and an irritated wife to make this happen.  His dedication to the cause, like his dedication to our girl, is unbelievable.

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Despite the 90 degree heat and 95% humidity, we had a great day!  And since I’ve been up since night time, rather than lots of words, you’ll have to settle for photo evidence…

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We interrupt this regularly scheduled program…

 
😀 😀 😀

That is all. 

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Life, lately… June 2015

It’s been quite some time since I just posted cuteness…  so, here we go!

The girls rode in a cart together for the first time:

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My mom and Tessa are so photogenic…

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And I decided to join in the fun!

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This is our “Tiger Family.”

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Ellie got a new bike helmet so that she can ride her bike.  She insisted on wearing it around the store.

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Daddy has been practicing his hair combing skills.

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Ellie is so very excited to spend more time with her cousin this fall when my mom watches her. 🙂

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Don’t you just love gaggles of small children??

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Tessa is not impressed with most foods these days.  Who can blame her?  She just got FOUR teeth in at the same time!

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When there are a thousand boxes around the house, you have to have a little fun!

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Well, fun until it isn’t so much fun anymore…

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Tessa is getting so big!!!

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It’s been raining a TON, but we decided to brave the rain and take a little bike ride anyway!

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Motivation

7:00 AM, Sunday morning

I wait.

Behind that blanket-draped gate, Tessa is babbling away, playing with some toys stolen from her sister.

I’m waiting for her to want to come to the other side.

This could take awhile.

Maybe a week ago, our physical therapist said that we were being a little too easy on Tessa.  She has encouraged us to seize the moments when she is most motivated, like when she wants to get out of bed or up into our arms.  Tessa knows that we will pick her up if she cries enough, so her motivation to develop her standing skills is kind of low.  She is a lightening fast crawler, so there is no strong urge to stand and walk and run.  After all, she can keep up with the other kids by crawling.  Yes, she is really that fast.


Yes, I do believe we will be here for awhile.

The fine line between being a kind parent and an enabler is ever-so-blurry sometimes.  At what point is she just not going to put in the effort?  At what point are we beyond a learning experience and into “well that’s just mean” territory?  And when do we just let it go in the name of our sanity?

And when we let it go, are we failing?

Special needs parenting is parenting on steroids.  These issues happen with all children, but the degree… the degree is different.

Motivation: the missing puzzle piece to solving my own impatience.  It’s a tricky one to find.

Especially when it is so hard to say no to this little face:

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Rattled.

The man seemed nice enough while we were waiting for the elevator.  He was clearly a pharmaceutical rep, wandering around the medical offices, selling his wares.  He asked Ellie her name and, miracle of miracles, she shared it without bursting into tears.

As we entered the elevator, he furrowed his brow and said, “I don’t mean to be forward, but does she have…. problems?”

Oh Lordy.

“Oh!” I replied, “She has Down syndrome.”

“Well, that’s just… I mean, two people… You are normal, no issues, it isn’t right that you would have something like that.”

You son of a bitch.

Grace, my brain told me, give him grace.  He doesn’t know.  He cannot know.

“We love it!” I exclaimed, probably a little too brightly.  Tessa burst into tears.  He was quite clearly baffled and muttered something about how she’ll never be….  and then he stopped.  I continued to put on the cheerleader face and explained to him about how we have high hopes for her and the therapy and she is doing great.

The man literally ran off the elevator when the doors opened.

This is what I don’t understand:  Why is it acceptable to put any child into a box marked undesirable?  Why assume that anyone, but most especially an 18-month-old baby, is completely incapable of a valuable life?  And why the hell does it matter if she ends up smart or high-functioning or independent??  She very well might, but really, if she is happy… and believe me, she’s happy… I care about nothing else.

I live in an ivory tower of sorts, with loving supportive family and friends who genuinely follow our lead when it comes to raising our little lady.  If they feel anything to the contrary, we are blissfully unaware.  The crushing reality of how others around us perceive this life, just for tonight, has knocked me to my knees.

But just for tonight.

Tomorrow, the work continues.  Tomorrow, fresh-faced and perhaps well-rested, we carry on with the hope of acceptance and of inclusion and of love.  My prayer tonight is that he, that unsuspecting man in the elevator, is as rattled as I am.  I pray that we opened his mind and heart just a little bit.  I pray that Ellie remembers her mom’s response more than his words to me.  And I pray that somehow, we have made a little tiny difference.

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18 months

Ok, that’s enough cranky already.  Yes, The Big Move is daunting.  Yes, spring time has brought mass chaos.  Yes, my patience has been tried beyond its usual limits.  But let’s be realistic.  We’ve made so much progress that really, amidst all the chaos, there is still so much joy.

I don’t even remember the last time I shared a family update.  As this outlet is generally meant to be that – a place for updates – I’ve certainly dropped the ball.  So here you have it:

John and I are making our way, slowly but surely, to the end of another school year.  We both took on leadership roles in our buildings this year and while challenging and new and definitely an adjustment for me, the year has been revitalizing.  And we had a really great time together at a family wedding recently!

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However, we are rather boring.

The children though… oh, the children.  They are, as I tell anyone who asks, wild and crazy.

Seemingly overnight, Ellie went from scribbling haphazardly all over coloring books to this:

Mike Wazowski from Monster’s Inc, drawn from memory

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Our family (there was “no room” for Daddy)

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A tree (clearly, I hope)IMG_8104I hear that those are pretty good for a three-and-a-half year old (though she is now getting much closer to FOUR than I care to admit).  We have some artists in our family (especially my mother in law) so I’m sure that she could have some artistic talent.  I’m not sending these off to the Louvre quite yet, but hey, if the kid can draw, that’d be pretty cool.

Ellie was also in the wedding that I mentioned above.  She was the sweetest cutest little flower girl.  Did she fall asleep in the salon chair?  Yes, she did. Did she cry going down the aisle?  Yes, she did.  But did she look lovely during the whole shebang?  Yes, quite lovely.

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Tessa, while still very much a baby in a lot of ways, has catapulted herself toward toddlerhood.

We recently had some tests done on her eyesight and hearing, both of which have come back without concern.  While her SLP (speech therapist) was concerned that she might not be hearing everything that she should, we know that she has an ear tube that is working its way out of her ear (as they usually do after 12-18 months) and it is partially blocking some of her hearing in one ear.

Tessa loves (LOVES.) to babble.  Usually, her intonation makes it sound like she is speaking in long sentences of gibberish.  There is a lot of emotion in her statements.  We get a good laugh out of the angry Tessa, as we are quite sure that if she had words, they would be quite unkind when she’s upset.  We have been working more on signing with her.  Ellie loves signing and always asks how to say various words in sign.  Tessa has just a couple signs – more, eat, daddy, and play (what more do you really need??).  We are working on bedtime, please, thank you, drink, potty, Mommy, Ellie (we use the sign for E, but shake it like play), shoes, and of course, NO!!!

Very often, I have moments where I think “wow, she is absolutely nothing like an 18-month-old.”  And then sometimes, she does things like this…..

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…. and I’m reminded how she’s not entirely different from her typical peers.  That cabinet had been closed, by the way.

Tessa crawls like a champ.  MAN is she fast!!  One of her favorite things to do is to hold a block or other object in her hand and race across our new laminate floors.  She LOVES the loud bang bang bang of her little hands as she moves.  We are working on getting her to bear weight on her feet.  She fights it most of the time, but today, when John was giving Ellie her bath, Tessa was so desperate to see what was happening in the tub that she pulled herself right up to her feet.  SO exciting!!!  We have her wearing a SPIO suit on a fairly regular basis (supposed to be every day… realistically, it’s like 2-3 days a week) to give her more body awareness and support.

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What I love the most about her right now is the budding personality.  So far, Tessa is a little shy, but sweet as pie.  She just loves to smile and laugh.  While she is usually contended to roam around the house exploring, nothing makes her happier than to have the full attention of one of us or, most especially, her sister.

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Did I mention that she gives kisses now?  Or that she got her first haircut?  Or that she can eat real table food?  And she kind of drinks from a straw??  Have I shared that we finally moved up to 12 month clothes?  Or that turning the pages on books makes her squeal with delight?

We’ve been busy.

In two weeks, school will be out for the summer… ok, three if you count my extended days.  I can promise more updating as we take our deep summer breath.  Get excited.  Summer is going to be here before we know it!

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The Talk

We had to have The Talk with Ellie.  We weren’t ready for it, but suddenly, in the middle of a quiet car ride home, she blurted out the question we’d all been waiting for…  Sort of.

“Hey guys?  Why do you all think you hafta give Tessa Down syndrome?  She’s FINE!”

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99% of the time, Ellie picks up on every. single. thing. that is said in her presence.  This is not very convenient, believe me.  She has asked about adult conversations from the radio, commercials for random products (you need to buy Oxiclean, Mom!). gossip that I’ve discussed in the company of dear friends… she is always listening.  Because of this, it has been very odd to us that, up until now, she has denied ever even hearing the words “Down syndrome.”  Occasionally, we have asked her if she knows that Tessa has it or what it might mean, but she would always furrow her little brow and give us a look like we were crazy.

I don’t know what set the wheels in motion in her head that night, but the floodgates opened.  We talked about Tessa’s 47 strings and how the rest of us only have 46 (thank you, Becky Carey!).  We talked about how she needed a little extra help from her therapists, but that yes, she is fine.  We assured her that Tessa would always have Down syndrome and that was OK.  It was the most random, meaningful, (un?)important 10 minutes that we have had with Ellie in her not-quite-four years.

And then she followed up by asking us when we were going to stop to get her Happy Meal because she had been waiting long enough.

Love this kid.

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My political rant continued.

“Don’t worry,” they tell me. “Tessa has Down syndrome, which is an automatic qualifier. Her services aren’t affected by these changes.”

That is a dangerous line of thought. And it’s SO not the point.

As I shared earlier – this is not just about her. She is one face in the world of disability, but she is not the only face. It’s about taking care of families, taking care of children.

The reality is that there are many, many children who do not have “automatically qualifying diagnoses.” The laundry list of delays that I laid out earlier could be any child, anywhere, with or without Down syndrome. And a choice to leave them to fend for themselves is cruel. It’s inappropriate. It has long term consequences that we cannot even begin to understand.

Once we begin to remove supports for individuals with disabilities, we limit their potential. Once we have told them that they aren’t worth our resources and efforts, we take a step backward in our development as a society. We devalue an entire population.

I won’t stand for it. And I won’t change my message. This has to be stopped.

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On abandonment

We’ve all seen the latest story that is trending on Facebook… you know the one, the story of the father who is (allegedly) choosing to raise his son, diagnosed with Down syndrome at birth, in spite of the mother’s choice to (allegedly) abandon the child.  You can google the story if you haven’t seen it already.  I honestly can’t decide if any of it is credible enough to merit a link.  What I will say is this:

I will not demonize the mother for the choice that she seems to have made, nor will I canonize the father for taking his son to New Zealand in search of better opportunities.

While the choice to leave my child to be adopted in the face of her diagnosis is clearly not the choice that I would make, understand that I am part of a strong and loving marriage, we aren’t rich, but we are comfortable enough, and we have the support of family and friends.  Sometimes, the most loving thing that a birth parent can do for her child is to recognize that she is not in a place to provide what is needed.  And there are many loving families desperate to welcome a child into their homes.

More importantly, I beg you, do not be naive enough to think that these very scenarios do not play out in hospitals across the United States.  Many doctors (thankfully, not mine) deliver diagnoses like these as if they are devastating, miserable, horrific occasions.  It’s not just Down syndrome – any deviation from the neurotypical path is scary, but it does not have to be a death sentence.  And while the gender of the ‘parent who stayed’ is often reversed, there are relationships that fall apart in the face of all kinds of adversity – including the strain of a child with special needs.

We will commend the father for providing for his son, but have we abandoned our own?  Will we invite the little boy with Down syndrome in our son’s class to his birthday party?  And then truly and genuinely allow ourselves to see him as just another 8-year-old boy?  Will we set up a playdate with the neighbor’s daughter who has autism?  Will we accept a child with a severe learning disability into our classrooms and do everything we can to support his desire to learn?  Do we refuse to abandon the children who live in our own community?  Without patronizing, without any air of superiority or feeling of having done a good deed… if you want to make a difference in this world, this is your chance.

Pray for the families that struggle under the strain of a world that has not yet found a way to embrace their child.

Encourage inclusion, acceptance, kindness, and compassion.

Let your actions serve as example to others.

Choose love.

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