Fave-O-Lit Friday: Momma Zen AKA Karen Maezen Miller; 31 for 21 day 23

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THE PARENT”S LITTLE LIST OF LETTING GO*

 Baby is born.
Baby sleeps through the night.
Baby bites.
Baby crawls.
Baby turns 1.
Baby stops sleeping through the night.
Baby pees in potty.
Baby throws binkies in trash.
Baby starts kindergarten.
Baby stops sleeping through the night.
Baby’s first drop-off.
Baby’s first text.
Baby loses first tooth.
Baby’s first career plan.
Baby stops sleeping through the night.
Baby’s first true love.
Baby’s last Barbie.
Baby’s first head lice.
Baby’s second true love.
Baby’s first first-place.
Baby stops sleeping through the night.
Baby says, “Mom, I like your deodorant. Can you get me some?”

Baby is always right on schedule.*Not so little. Never ever gone.

 

Last week as I was scrolling through recent posts on Cheerio Road; I felt a broad smile cross my face as I recognized the above post of hers. I clicked on the comments section and sure enough- there I was- the newly minted mother of a two month old recently diagnosed with Down syndrome recognizing a gleam of light and inspiration in another mother’s worldly words. I’ve always enjoyed Maezen’s words and had read her book Momma Zen when Zuzu was a little bundle. I was glad to find a continued connection to something I loved and a momma’s view whom I found comfort in the past and now could still relate with my situation. I can’t even begin to tell you how normalizing that was for me at that moment. I had just returned to work and was spending my days wondering quite frankly how the Quail might compare to the other babies in her class- would her classmates and teachers accept and love her? Would she fall behind and have a difficult time? Would she be happy there and really benefit as our dear EI Jodi had predicted she would?

When I read my comment to the post written 6 months ago I feel like going back and patting that newly minted momma on the back and telling her good job for seeing the truth in the above words for the Quail. You wanted  this to be true and in a few months you will know that it is down to the very core of your heart. Just hang in there. You become your thoughts.

What a gift her words were then and what a gift to feel them again. Thank you Maezen.

Quail Day- Speaking of First Rides; 31 for 21 day 22

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We went to the park one day, in the very merry month of October….

While last Sunday was Zuzu’s first ride on her shiny new tricycle; her little sister also got a turn for firsts- her first swing ride! And she LOVED it! She was all smiles and giggles. It was a beautiful day for it and it was so wonderful to watch the girls swing and giggle together. Zuzu was about the same age when it occured to us to take her to the park and ride on the swings. It has remained a top activity choice in her repotoire and looks like the little Quail will be following suit.

Thanks to all of you who inquired as to our wellbeing after last week’s Quail post. Thursday was the last day of the worst of the worry and eating difficulty. It really does seem like she just had a cold and that was affecting her appetite and sleep. On friday we went to OT and PT prepared to tell Kathy that we thought we might be done with trying to nurse if she was now doing so poorly with the bottle and it was affecting her sleep. We had been to the cardiologist and the GI dr that week and there didn’t seem to be a clear cut medical cause for the difficulties and she had no fever and was playful inspite of the decreasing amounts of food and sleep. Perhaps it was also a little growth and developmental spurt taking up her time, her focus and her energy. We went into OT and I told Kathy about what a difficult week it had been. She suggested we try nursing so she could assess if anything could be done differently or if there was something causing the problem. I figured this would probably turn into a scream-and-sob fest. But really the lesson in all of this was to just be. We don’t always have to “diagnose” every little irregularity. We don’t have to make ultimatum-style decisions about what we will or won’t do. Some days will be hard. Some days will be cake. But they are all our days. We sat down to nurse. The Quail fussed and clucked at me for all of a few minutes and latched on and nursed like old hat. 23 minutes later she was drifting off with a belly full of milk. She did pop up long enough to throw up a full ounce down my shirt. I guess the lemonade of that is that we now know exactly how much milk makes up Niagra Falls. We had done a feed and weigh and she took in 4 oz and then threw up and we weighed her again and an ounce was missing. Well not missing, more like down the front of my shirt; but you get what I’m saying here. It was fine and Kathy felt we didn’t need to come back the next week. It had also been just before that session that she had sat up for Ashley our PT. It was the best day! And to top it all of Sara Rosenfeld Johnson; the illustriave speech therapist; was at the clinic doing evaluations and she had a few minutes to pop in and introduce herself and meet us! We are thinking of signing up for an evaluation the next time so it was nice to put a face with a name. It was just a brief hello but she took the time to get down face to face with the Quail and talk to her. When she reached out to touch her face though The Quail flinched away. We questioned if that was just her stranger anxiety which she has been having a bit of a time with or a hypersensitivity to touch which she has on occasion exhibited as well. When she knows someone though she really doesn’t mind them touching her face- so I would tend to lean towards the former explanation albeit less clinical. Although didn’t I just get through saying I didn’t need to diagnose every little irregularity?

All in all a wonderful wrap-up to a hard week and we are grateful for the little bits of Zen training in our lesson in letting things just be.

corner view: my dream; 31 for 21 day 21

A new “R” word. Respect for my daughter and her life.

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Honestly I started out thinking much like Dana. The first “dream” that came to mind was an earlier post of mine about “family goals” updated in photographic style- pictures of us reading ,doing yoga, cooking, ourfamily and friend visits and travels. Really our day to day lives are often so full that the ability to enjoy these simple pleasures in life feel like dreams. When we actually experience these blissful moments, it does seem we pass through them in a dream like state only to awaken into the toddler-screaming, baby-barfing, I’m-running-late-again, none-of-the-laundry-has-been-folded-in-a-week, we-are-eating-cold-hotdogs-again-for-dinner, the-camellia-you-just-spent-$40-on-died, haven’t-slept-long-enough-to-fall-into-a REM-stage-sleep-in-over-a-week, the-new-cat-attempted-to-eat-the-filling-out-of-the boxspring-and-barfed-it-all-over-the black-carpet reality. And just when you think you can’t take another MINUTE of it all. The meteors rain down and the house fills with the lovely smells of a roast chicken courtesy of Alice Waters brilliant simple style and Lovey bakes an apple cake. Of course if you are like me, you are probably too busy pumping the baby’s milk for the day and blogging about it while thinking you really should lose that last 10 pounds to enjoy any of it as thoroughly as you would like.

Really and truely though- I wish for people to see The Quail as she is and as a person first. And sadly in the reality that is our world today- most people will see her diagnosis of Down syndrome before they get to know her. I hope for a more accepting and loving future for her. That is my dream.

thanks for sharing your corner view!

31 for 21, day 20: Let’s help a family out!

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The hubby of The Flege Family is having open-heart surgery. His job doesn’t have disability or insurance as so many don’t these days. You can come bid on some nifty items up for auction or just make a donation. All proceds will go directly to the family to help them out in their time of need. They would do it for you- so let’s show em that they aren’t alone!

Please help get the word out on this opportunity and post it on your blog or FB status or My space!

Zuzu day- First Ride

We gave Zuzu a tricycle for her 3rd birthday a couple of weeks ago. It was a most excellent find at a local thriftshop. Real shiny red metal and monkey stickers to boot! I found it a few months ago and had grabbed it and then must have willed the desire for one into Zuzu’s psyche because a few weeks ago we were shopping and out of nowhere she said, “Momma, I need a bike!” And I had the good fortune to remind her that her birthday was on the docket and maybe she could get one then! She took one look at it and squealed with delight. Later that evening on the phone to Gramma she announced, “My bike doesn’t have a basket!” Dohhh! I guess we know what to look for for Christmas!

Momma Monday: 31 for 21: Day 19 The best thing about Down syndrome…

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…is the community surrounding and holding it up. I often found myself shying away from other mommies stories about their “amazing” kids when Zuzu was a newborn. Don’t get me wrong, I am over-the-moon proud of each and every one of my girl’s accomplishments. But there frequently seemed to be a “show and tell” or “lookee me” quality to the way other mothers would talk about their children. They so seem to think that their child’s accomplishments are a clear reflection on their parently prowess. At least that is how it came across to me. Everyone should be proud, but it often has felt like another parents level of interest in if Zuzu is talking or walking, or sleeping or pooping was in direct proportion to their need for an opener to tell me about their little darlings steps, words, Zzzzz or poo-poos. It often has felt like their inquiries into my child’s well being were really just a springboard for their own bragfest.

With The Quail, peoples’ inquiries don’t hold that feel. They seem more earnest, thrilled and curious. The optimism I’ve observed and felt about parenting since this dear Quail has come into my world is awesome. I would have expected it to be the other way around if I had to guess or anticipate what it would be like to talk about my daughter that has Ds’s accomplishments. It is such a pleasant surprise. If she didn’t have this diagnosis these people wouldn’t be in my life and I might have just gone on feeling shy and like it was arrogant to brag so freely.

Although on second thought, maybe the community’s spirit and optimism is the second best thing about Down syndrome; since I’m pretty sure The Quail herself is the best thing.

31 for 21, day 18 “Special Needs”

IMG_9505I’ve always felt like people write someone’s inability to instinctually know how to do something off to mental retardation a little too quickly. In an earlier incarnation of my life I worked with adults with developmental disabilities that had lived the majority of their life in institutional settings and were transitioning into the community. From the time they were wee babes until The State; mind you the same modern day version of the experts who recommended institutionalization to families many moons ago; now felt they might be best; and in a cheaper fashion served in a community setting. Here’s the thing; by having put people who were in the prime developmental periods of their lives into cribs in institutions where it was impossible to receive one-on-one, or even small group setting attention they could have received at home- or at least the attention of a smaller ratio of grown-ups to babies then in the institution if there were other children in the household, it is impossible to base their potential for learning on history’s research. There is no history research that can show the brain’s cognitive ability available that I know of.

It was extremely unusual in the 1950’s, 1960’s and 1970’s  and earlier for someone with a diagnosis of moderate, severe or profound mental retardation to be living in their own home. It did happen but it was the exception. The function that folks who were institutionalized exhibit when moved into the community is not the same level of function that they could be capable of if they had been exposed to the same sights, sounds, experiences as other children growing up in their home. So when the cynics out there suggest that living with a person that has a diagnosis is a major burden to the family and society and ought to be terminated in utero when the diagnosis of Down syndrome can be made;  there is no way that their opinion; which they call fact based on history and research; can apply to modern day life.

There has been a huge leap in the abilities and development of children with a diagnosis of Down syndrome even in the last 10 years since the push to treat them as you would treat other children without the diagnosis. The culprit- Early Intervention. Strategic assessment and focus on areas that appear to be showing a delay in development. Those same cynics would argue that the mere usage of Early Intervention is a burden. One recent cynic has argued that it is only the middle class suburban moms that don’t see it this way. That the majority of families do see it as a burden because they don’t have access to therapies and support that a middle class family does. But of course- one could make a much more generalized argument based on that point of view that merely having children at all is a burden when you don’t fall into the category of “middle-class”. Although strangely this cynic seems to be focusing her attention solely on the diagnosis of Down syndrome and doesn not generalize her view to the population at large. I’m not going to link to her and her recent article here because she has been republishing her ignorant view and appears to be making money off of her exploitation of this view. And there is no need to pad her pockets for her eugenics stance. She’s already touting herself as an expert practicing OB which appears to not be the case. She is a blogging former OB no longer in practice targeting families that are facing pre-natal diagnosis and are already scared and seeking help in deciding whether or not to terminate a pregnancy based on what would be best for their future family member. I feel so sorry for the families that have turned to her for supposed support and expertise.

But I digress in my irritation with this person. As I mentioned I used to work with adults that were recently de-institutionalized. They were people who had previously been seen as incapable and in need of continuous support. When they first moved out and into their community it was easy to see why that was the view. They didn’t participate in any of the typical household activities that non-institutionalized folks did. But that is because they had never been taught how. Over the months with targeted guidance, these individuals began to learn and do the same household tasks that any other adult taking care of their home would. I remember specifically going over to visit a man with a diagnosis of severe mental retardation and very little speech that had moved into an apartment with a helper and one other person with a disability. When I showed up his helper was in the process of helping him to unload his own dishwasher for one of the first times and in the process showing him the name and sign for each of the items. In the middle of this the man signed “bathroom” to his helper who then told him to go ahead and come back when he was done. I know it seems like a silly simple example. But this man had never had the opportunity for such a normal interaction.  He was not given the opportunity to learn language during those critical early years when we all develop language and speech at an astounding rate. He was put in an institution and “taken care of”.

I also have a sister with a diagnosis of profound mental retardation that at a very young age; my family was told she would be best off in an institution. No one was offering services or therapies to help with her development. When I was in graduate school she was reassessed and de-institutionalization was recommended for her as well. Now, many years later she lives in her home with a few roommates and helpers. She gets up and feeds herself at the table with her roommates, she gets out and shops and visits in her community. She laughs and smiles when the sun and wind hits her face. She bounces along to the radio when she is riding in the car and shows a distinct preference for 50’s and 60’s rock-n-roll music; much like my husband. She grins ear to ear when my parents hug her and tears well up in her eyes when she hears their voice over the phone from a long way away on a holiday that they can’t be with her. Thank goodness for the dear staff taking the time to find this out and get to know her.

As a family member of a woman who it was recommended that be institutionalized; I heed the modern day “experts” to not judge the families that went through this most wretched and heartbreaking decision. When an expert tells you this is the best thing for your child; of course you will do it- we all want what is best for our children; and when society views them as vulnerable you especially feel the need to protect them. Fortunately the world is coming around and taking the time to get to know people who were previously viewed as practically non-human. Humanity is finally starting to see the humanness in all people. Over the next few generations the abilities of all will grow by leaps and bounds. New research is being done and people of all abilities are having opportunities to learn previously unheard of.

Some may still argue that is all well and good but it is still a “burden” to have to specialize teaching to the particular way a person learns. I would argue we do that already for all types of people. When a person is tagged as gifted and talented they don’t remain in a standard classroom. The parents wouldn’t hear of it. They want special, individualized opportunities for growth for their children. When a person shows at a young age a particular inclination for a given talent- be it sports or music, their parents and teachers take note and offer individualized training to encourage and aid the learning situation. Your tax dollars go to support these “gifted” folks as surely as they go to support those deemed in need of “special education”.  As an adult I am terrible at reading in instruction manual on how to work a piece of equipment. But if someone can just take the time to show me how they do it; I’ll catch on in no time. On the other hand my husband is best left to interpret the owners manual where he can read it at his own pace rather than having another person show him what to do.  I have a masters degree and he has a PhD. The fact that we have different learning styles does not mean we were incapable of learning. It means someone took the time to figure out how we best learned and supported that. There is tons of research out there explaining multiple intelligences and different learning styles. There is no shame seen in applying this to individuals with average to above average IQ’s. But for some reason some sectors of society have not embraced the appropriateness of this for individuals who are deemed of low intelligence by traditional testing methods.  It seems to me this is where it would be most appropriate and useful.

The other aspect of my career that validates this opinion is my work as a disability examiner for Social Security. I read psychological exams and compare the IQ findings to a persons functional aptitude. More often than not- adult women who show the same lower IQ range then men in the same category retain a higher functional capacity. My self-assessed explanation for this is quite simple really. Our society has traditionally viewed “keeping house” as women’s work. So when a woman with a low IQ was not given the opportunity for a school-based educational experience, if she was not moved into an institution; she was kept at her mother’s knee and taught to cook and clean. The men in the same type of circumstances were traditionally not expected to keep house or cook. Their abilities in function as adults typically reflect this.  This also shows the wide variation of functional capacity in people with supposedly similar intellectual quotients.

As a new mother of a person who will frequently be stereotyped by societies experiences and views; I feel extremely fortunate to have had the background I did so that I can be a little more open to the learning style other’s around me. I feel extremely fortunate that my lovely daughter was born in today’s world when we are a little less arrogant about negating her future potential. While the world may not be entirely open to her yet; I have confidence that through our love and support and by the sheer virtue of other’s good fortune to meet and know her ; the world will continue to evolve and become a slightly kinder and less judgmental place. At least that is my hope for her and others. Not other’s “like her”, just others. Because rest assured; if someone is taking the time to judge her; most likely someone else is taking the time to judge you. Increasing our capacity to understand and know people of all abilities does affect everyone. You may not see that today, or even tomorrow; but someday you will hopefully understand.

Gratitude Journal; 31 for 21

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2. GER instead of GERD

3. the rain

4. fashionista 3 year olds

5.Boiled Cider Jelly from Harlow’s Sugar House

6. the flu vaccine

7.$5 lasagna

8. garlic & cilantro Naan

9. the old Plez’ U

10. a smoothly processed case at work

11. a 3 year old “accidently” calling Momma at work & then leaving the phone on and the subsequent message I came to work to find

12. a respected pet transporter

13. Challula

14. unexpected chocolate cake from the Bohemian Cafe!

15. unexpected multi-flavor danish from Panera!

16. Sitting!

17. Sara Rosenfeld Johnson

18. a lesson not to speak in absolutes

19. a baby nursing after a week of not

20. showing off for the PT

21. Kitty-cat hat and mittens

31 for 21: Day 17- Yes. Babies that have Down syndrome will do what other babies do.

Look who’s sittin pretty!

See what I saw Saturday

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Dear Loves,

We’ll be taking a small hiatus from the Letters to my Love- format. Perhaps to return to it on a monthly basis. In its place will be some of my favorite photographs over the years. While my words of love for you are still here- they are in my heart and my head- I need a  little more time with you all. These photographs are filled with my love- for you, for life, for the blessings that are my memories. I love photography. Someday I’ll learn some technical expertise. Until then, those still images of my memory that remain are because they touched my heart and I hope to have them remain in my psyche.

Love, Momma