Monthly Archives: November 2009
Quail Day- She’s Up & Around!
We are nearing that 9 month mark! I can hardly believe our good fortune in these past few months. As I’ve said before the Quail is pure joy. Our happiness since she has come into our lives is so beautiful, our lives so very full. We can’t even remember what it was like before her- and we’d rather not. A few weeks ago we were having a lovely Sunday dinner and she had already fallen asleep for the evening. So she wasn’t perched in her high chair chortling at us. And it was quiet, even with our dear Zuzu chatting away; what I heard was the silence from her corner of the table. I’m so very grateful that the silence was due to a nap and not other life choices. If we had chosen to move this past year rather than stay put, if we had decided to wait to try for another child till life was easier, if we had received information about her diagnosis earlier on, who knows what the tiniest change in perspective, in momentum in our life might have brought. But fortunately we’ll never have to know. Fortunately, for us- life has brought us this ray-of-sunshine of a girl. The bond we witness everyday between her and her sister continually warms my heart.
This past week when the Quail was sick with what appears to be a Triple Crown- the flu, then pneumonia, then a third viral cold on the tail end of the first two. We had to repeatedly ask Zuzu to not touch her sister, to not hug her so tightly, to not hold her tiny perfect hand, to not love on her quite so very much. We were hoping to prevent two from going down. And while it appears we succeeded; Zuzu would ultimately win each round of affection. Each time after she would respond with her characteristic; “I know Momma, I don’t want to get sick”. I would sneak a glance backward a few seconds later to see her ardently, but slyly still holding her sister’s hand. At that point I would sigh, look away and just go find the wipes. I can’t blame her, trying to not love on that baby is beyond my scope as well. And this little apple-of-a-girl doesn’t fall far from the tree.
She truly seems to be feeling better though. Later today she’ll go in for what we hope is a last check-up regarding the breathing difficulty. This will be her second round of nebulizer treatment in response to an upper respiratory infection. She ended up staying on Tamiflu from the ER doctor after her fever 2 weeks ago spiked back up past 101 for a second time. Then a few days later she was diagnosed with pneumonia; although earlier that week her chest X-ray had been clear. Her pediatrician at that point added on some prednisone, the breathing treatments and a round of amoxicillan. Fortunately the Quail was a trooper about taking her medicine and being sick in general. While she was sleepier then usual, she remained stoic and cheerful and content to be cuddled throughout her week at home with us. I am so very grateful to be married to a philosopher who is able and more than willing to attend to her sick time during the day and share the responsibility of helping her mend and grow.
Our other great feat of the week was in physical therapy- even after having been down for a week she managed to get up on all fours! The first two times she needed an assist to stay in position, the third one she maintained for a bit on her own and by the fourth attempt she pretty clearly had enough. When the PT would get her knees up under her she would prop up on straight arms on her own and one time even reached for a toy.
We’re so very grateful for her returning strength and vigor!
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Zuzu Day: Swim Classen Report
Zuzu finished up her first round of “swim classens” earlier this fall. I was a bit hesitant about signing her up for them for a multitude of reasons. She has tubes in her ears- and although the ENT said swimming in a pool was perfectly fine, I was still feeling a bit post-traumatic about her first year of life when she had ear infections from 7 months to over one year. For her ear infections included high fevers, a sad, weepy, wailing child in the night, an inability to lay flat so she slept in our swing most nights . So much so that Lovey took it upon himself to debunk the batteries and revamp it so that it ran via an electrical cord. Even after she had tubes inserted in her ears she still got about a half dozen ear infections. But at that point they were much more manageable.
Zuzu also has so much spirit- so very much- it’s what we love about her and will translate into pure passion as an adult. It does make typical toddler activities such as story-time at a quiet library and paint-your-own pottery a bit more of a challenge though. We also currently have such a full schedule between Lovey and I working fulltime outside of the home, my commute to and from work and early intervention and speech therapy 2 nights a week in the evenings.
But this swim class was 2 nights a week for a month. We figured we could manage for a month. We had just the few months previously started taking Zuzu to the community pool on weekend mornings when the weather was uncooperative for park play. She loved, loved, loved going to the pool. It was a good exercise in learning to listen to other adults expectations as well. Each time we would go say Hi to the lifeguard and have her review the “walking feet only” rule with Zu. The kind life guards would get out buckets of toys for water play, a floatee vest and noodle and off we would go! Sometimes on our own and sometimes with a pal or two of Zu’s. The pool is a warm water pool with a 3 foot maximum depth and a 2 foot high bench and stairs running along side it. Perfect for a budding mermaid!
Zuzu loved going to class. She enjoyed Erin and Jared,her teachers,and would get ready each day at school and was bursting with excitement when I would arrive to scurry her off across town for the lesson. Halfway through the session she discovered the joy and power of telling the teacher she needed a bathroom break, coincidently about the same time it was her turn to jump in for the umpteenth time.
However, we received our report- as noted above and she did excellent- a regular fishie- that girl is! The part of the whole experience that brings me the most joy though is this- the little handwritten note across the top, ” Zuzu loves the water.Each time she gets in, her eyes light up”. How very precious. They do light up- and with so many activities- and what a great perspective- shaper for us to see another’s appreciation for her pure zest for life. It was such a gift to have another person see that in her. Zuzu loves life- and we love her.
Momma Monday- Bittersweet

Nearing an end, summons a new beginning. I’ve been trying to just sit and be with my feelings; some of inadequacy, some tugs and pulls at the apron strings holding my confidence in place oh so delicately. I know this will pass- I’m just struck with my inability to know the right choice right now. I’m a mom- we’re supposed to know what is right, what is best, when to call to action and when to just be. I’m sure the right answer is there in my purse along with the spare diaper, lipstick and car keys. We do our best. But what do you do when that best is unclear. And the decision lies between the two of us. One who knows too much to be comfortable with either choice. And the other with the will of pure instinct and a new instinct that is growing. With little care for fact, or truth or my attempts to reason with her.
What I do know:
*the day will come when this is small beans
*the day will come when I will wish this was the most conflict my heart is holding
* I researched, I did my homework
* I did more than most would have thought possible from us
*I can’t know what I didn’t know any earlier then I knew it
*I did more than a lot of people rationally and acceptably do
* I tried
* She tried
*I love her
*She loves me
*We are connected and bonded irrevocably
*I know stopping may negatively impact her in the future
*I know continuing may negatively impact her in the future
*I know I had the best support and knowledge currently out there
*I know the saying that you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make her drink applies to more then horses, cats and babies
*I know my heart is breaking
* I know my heart will heal
*I know I’m tenacious to the point of being the very picture of stubborn
* I know she is too
*I know this is genetic
*I know we are more alike than different
*I know you can’t tell me anything
*I know I’m a good listener
*I know I would do it all again
* I know I’ll let it go
*I know I’ll think of something
*I know I’ll never make an ultimatum again
*I know I’ll return to that life lesson again and again
I know some will say maybe this is some sort of transference some unnamed, undiagnosed grief over not being able to control nature- what already is. But truly that doesn’t feel like it fits. That’s not what is in my heart. I know there is an outline to our lives that we will continually push up against. Sometimes it will fit best, look best, work best to ride that line, to stay within it. Sometimes we’ll do best to color over and outside of it. Sometimes we’ll pick up our mental erasers and just rid our lives of that ill-defining line and start the illustration of our lives over again. I know whichever we choose at a given time-;well, it is still the snapshot, the micro-image of our lives in that instant. It is not forever.
So I don’t know the best artist’s technique here. And maybe that’s ok. Maybe I don’t have to do it all, be right all of the time, succeed or perfect in every detail. Maybe today, just today is all I need to think about and all I need to get through till my head clears, my eyes can focus on the bigger collection of illustrations through all the shades of gray. And the lot of us can each in turn, take our own turn at illustrating what we know for the other.
I don’t know who to talk to about this. I don’t know who gets the hows, the why it matters. I feel like most don’t really get my point of view and why it is important and I don’ t know how to handle my own feelings when I can’t talk through them with someone who gets it. Do I press on? And if I do is it shear stubbornness ebbing me on like the repetitive lapping of the never-ending tide? Is that OK?
Things have been hard, really hard, lots of tears and raised, sharp voices- especially from those in our home who in theory, don’t have the skills to articulate yet. And yet- indeed, her objection is there. Calling it her wish or preference doesn’t begin to describe her dogged outrage at my not listening to her. I smile in my heart at her sheer force of will. This person is small and mighty now. She has more strength and conviction in her rightness and her presence of mind then most adults do in her brief eight months of life.
I started this note last week while in tears and turmoil myself after a follow-up session with Kathy that didn’t go any better than the previous week. I wanted a clear path- even though I wrote what I know down and that I said I know not to make ultimatums- I obviously wasn’t listening to even myself ;if not her. When we got home that evening I decided to go give the Quail a cuddle. I always feel better when I can hold her near, breathe her in, feel her soft skin and the tender spot on her head that lets me kiss her heartbeat, gaze into her true, steady eyes and quick upturned smile. So we did a little quiet, low-key bonding and then with her grabbing and rooting I got it- I got the difference between session and home nursing. I can replicate sound, sensation, lighting, texture and position, but none of tha t matters if I wasn’t conscious of the spirit in which it was offered. I had recently put my focus on an end goal, I had read of other mother’s success, I had doubted my dedication to the process and had started to judge our attempts to become what other nursing pairs are. I had ceased to focus on the Quail and our bond. I did cry a bit about this to a friend- and sure enough she didn’t get it. I repeated what Kathy had summarized for us that the Quail has the physical ability to breastfeed (anatomy structures and alignments). She is stronger and has the endurance to breastfeed. She has better neurological/sensory processing for breastfeeding. Psychologically she is struggling to accept breastfeeding. Her sucking is no longer reflexive, it is purposeful. My friend replies, “So she breastfeeds now and she didn’t used to be able to right?”
Oh. Yes. That is true. It may not look like other mother’s nursing. Of course nursing my three-year old doesn’t look like the majority of other mother’s nursing either. Many children wean by this age. Many children go through nursing strikes. Perhaps that is all the last couple of weeks were. Or maybe it was all in my head- maybe the transference at play here was my unease at what I perceived as not being successful. Because, now- now that I’m not illustrating what we do in those terms- those negative terms- we are successful. She does nurse. And sometimes she doesn’t. And; yes- I think maybe that is ok.
Gratitude Journal
1. Lovey
2. The Quail
3. Zuzu
4. persistent hand-holding
5. That it isn’t any worse
6. antibiotics
7. breathing treatments
8. smiles & snuggles
9. Lovey
10. fuzzy, stripey jammies on small ones
11. caffeine
12. Cuban food night
13. our dear friends and family’s continued concern and watching over of us
14. a day off
15. a day out with the girls
16. a night out with the girls
17. Lovey
18. Emergency Room care
19. Vaccines
20. the pediatrician
21. a flexible and non-judgemental boss
22. insight
23. bonding moments with small ones
24. dance class captured
25. bad mama’s good mama advice/words
26. the fact that I have taught the Quail to nurse
27. knowing I have done my part
28. Holiday Invitation!
29. The anticipation of visitors
30. 3 year olds in tutus
31. Lovey- I can’t be grateful enough for him, for all he does to love and nurture these fortunate souls who call him family and friend
See What I Saw Saturday- Food & Love Week Continues

If you have had the good fortune to know these hands , you have known food & love.
Fave-O-Lit Friday in Food & Love Week

Toast
It’s worth getting up for.
Just at dawn, on a dead-of-winter walk,
I could smell it wafting from homes
all around the lake as they
emerged from the dark like loaves
from an oven, steaming.
Is there an aroma more divine
than that of bread warming, bread
browning, crisping for the spread
of butter and marmalade, the sprinkling
of sugared cinnamon? Whatever
terrors the night might harbor,
how bad can it get, if hot slices
stack our morning plate, the white
ones patterned with cobalt blue?
It’s what in the current vernacular
we’ll all eventually be: a pleasant
redolence rising and haloing
a roughed up, frozen expanse –
for such days, we make
not-too-burnt offerings of thanks;
we raise our glasses of juice.
Quail Day: Food and Love Week continues

First for the love- of now and of health and small ones. For those of you asking for an update; the Quail was taken to the ER this past Saturday after finding a temperature of 103.2. Her chest and ears were clear, her fever dropped and her flu test negative; but we were told if her temperature were to go above 101 again to start Tamiflu as that would most likely be the culprit. It did, we did and by Monday her fever abated but her breathing was a bit ragged. Another trip to her doctor and they could hear a few wet spots on her lungs now so an antibiotic, a steroid and a breathing treatment were added to the regimen. Yesterday we went back again and indeed it is pneumonia and there are still crackles and wheezes. We are to return tomorrow and if she still sounds wet we will change her regimen. She’s been home with Lovey and I for the week, therapy cancelled, happily snuggled in. Most likely this will repeat next week. Thankfully the rest of us seem to have been spared to date. Please think warm-chicken-soup healing thoughts for our dear bird.
When we last left off with nursing and the Quail on Monday’s post I was mentioning our transition from a SLP to Kathy, an OT at Pediatrics Unlimited. When I called her to ask for a second opinion and told her what the SLP had said, her response was that, “Teaching babies to breastfeed is what I get paid to do, when can you come in?”. When I showed her my collection of goodies that I’d been trying to use on my own for the past five and a half months one of her first comments was that a Z-vibe is a last resort and there are a number of things/exercises/activities/positions/etc that we should really look at first. While we had been working with the first SLP I had been googling and reading other families experiences with trying to learn to nurse a baby with hypotonia, or muscle weakness which is a hallmark in Down syndrome. There are a number of oral-motor development tools that can easily be purchased by lay people. One which you hear people in this community refer to frequently is a Z-vibe. I had gotten one and along with a Nuk brush and began to try to use them in a simplistic manner to stimulate the muscles in the Quails mouth. When I had asked the SLP about these tools, since she would be familiar with them by trade she had indicated it wouldn’t hurt to try but offered no guidance in terms of appropriate or inappropriate usage, frequency, position, or possible ill-effects. So I had gone merrily along just inserting them into the Quail’s mouth before nursing thinking I was stimulating her muscles and that would help “waken them” and she would nurse better.
The difference in evaluation between the SLP and our Kathy was night and day. The SLP never even looked in the Quail’s mouth or held her. She watched me feed her a bottle and watched the milk slip out of the right side of the Quail’s mouth while she was hooked up to an oxygen saturation machine every other week for 3 months. I didn’t know that there was more to be done. I was asking for help breastfeeding but the SLP was focused on just getting her nutrition through a bottle even though I said we wanted to breastfeed. To be fair to her we had not even been able to get her to use a bottle the first few weeks- she was too tired and weak. We were using an SNS and a syringe. And as Lovey has pointed out when people talked to me about the trouble with breastfeeding I was quick to say that I didn’t care if she ever breastfed. I really need to be careful to qualify that statement. What I mean is I won’t take it as a personal injury or insult to my ego if she doesn’t. I fully get the impact and help it can give her with her development and ensuring better, safer management of eating solids and speech development and clarity in the future. I get that it will exercise her mouth in a way that can’t be entirely replicated with other exercises. I want that for her, I want her to be able to safely, happily and normally enjoy the foods her family and friends do. I want her speech to be clear and understandable so it doesn’t stand in the way between her and what she needs and wants. So it isn’t one more thing that makes her feel awkward or shy or defeated like she shouldn’t even bother with people. I want her to feel and sound confident. And now is the time that we can give her the best start in that direction. Now with working on this we can have an impact that just ignoring the issue or deciding, “Well, she’s doing well enough- she drinks some from a bottle and is growing essentially ok”. It doesn’t mean I don’t accept who she is or any future limitation she might experience. It means talking and eating are essential to everyone I know- and whether we all realize it- these are learned behaviors and the Quail’s learning needs might be a little different then the average baby. But she can learn and that’s what we as her parents are here for. But most people when I talk about it think it is some mother-trip that spurs me on. And that is not it. It isn’t about me.
One thing that hadn’t occurred to me and might be a useful tip for someone struggling with nursing. I had tried a breast shield back when the Quail was about 3 mos old at the recommendation of the LC. But that wasn’t enough sensation to encourage her to nurse. Kathy said it wasn’t meeting her sensory needs. She had us switch over to using our Dr. Brown’s bottle nipple over my nipple- that is the thing that has given us success in nursing. I haven’t been able to wean from it yet- but it’s what gets her able to latch on and keep my milk flowing (although here you have to be careful too because it could reduce your milk supply if it isn’t working or baby isn’t latching properly.). But without it we wouldn’t be nursing at all at this stage. Also we had heard that Dr. Brown’s bottles were the bee’s knees 3 years ago- not the case now and we have gone through a variety of bottle choices at different stages as the Quail’s ability to take a bottle has progressed. Initially the SNS, then the syringe, then the soothie, then Dr. Browns, then breastflow and now a ventaire with a comfort-latch nipple.
Since August 3rd, 2009 we’ve been seeing Kathy, weekly to work on feeding issues- I so wish I would have known that there was better help and support to be had and what to look for in an OT/SLP. I wish I had known the variability in the practice of different SLPs and OTs. Sara Rosenfeld Johnson and her oral-motor strengthening protocol has been essential for us. Kathy has her training and follows her protocol with oral-motor issues. In fact Sara comes through her office twice a year doing evaluations. Kathy was kind enough to introduce us when we were there for an OT session the last time she came through. The Quail is a bit young right now to handle an evaluation as it involves approximately 2 hours of hands on, or rather hands in her mouth. We are thinking maybe next spring she’ll be more up for it. In the meantime I’m showing the Quail pictures of her new “Auntie Sara” so she won’t be so shocked when this stranger wants to get up close and personal! Kathy routinely holds the Quail and evaluates her oral-motor anatomy, her neurological and sensory needs, her suck-swallow-breathe reflex, her oral motor strength, and has developed and follows a plan with the ability to back up when we had trouble and look to the next step when we were mastering one step. She was aware of what gross motor issues we were experiencing that were affecting the Quail’s ability to get adequate nutrition (an extremely weak abdomen that with strengthening has lessened her vomiting tremendously- now she ONLY throws up about one ounce with each feeding) and referred us to PT when she saw the need was beyond her scope. As well as routinely asking if we had asked to see a pediatric gastroenterologist repeatedly until we finally took the gentle nudge and scheduled the appointment for evaluation for the reflux. We had been working on gross motor development at home with our EI but had not even been aware that the abdomen muscle weakness might be contributing to how much she threw up routinely. The abdomen is one more example in a long list of them; of how you can’t know what you have no experience with. I knew I wanted to breastfeed and it wasn’t developing. I knew she threw up alot. I knew that milk leaked out the side of her mouth when she drank from a bottle. I knew that getting good nutrition was essential to her ability to not have to have open-heart surgery in the future and prevent FTT being caused by her VSD. I didn’t know when to not use those oral motor tools when something simpler like your finger could be useful and perhaps more appropriate to address sensory needs. Certain exercises encourage certain behaviors. For example we were using lip-tapping to encourage her to open her mouth and root initially. That was good for encouraging breastfeeding. But at the point in which we are focused on; say the Honey Bear, or a spoon with solids, we start to veer away from lip-tapping because we want to focus on lip closure. In all our work we have never come back to that Z-vibe. Although we have occasionally brought out the Nuk brush. Most recently we started adding the finger brush into our daily routine of oral-motor exercises.
I could go on and on and I’m happy to talk to anyone that wants to go on at length about oral-motor issues/therapy. It’s definitely been the most structured and detailed of our therapies. And honestly after the first couple of months with the Quail I think most people would probably just have stopped trying to nurse and not considered her taking the bottle and a little dripping out as something that needs attention. Our pediatrician certainly wasn’t concerned because she has been able to maintain her growth between 25%-44% on the standard growth charts. Same with our cardiologist and same with our EI. And maybe that is the case from some perspectives. I just know after getting no-where with the first SLP and having my idolized lactation consultants turning me away with little to no information other than a vague recommendation to find an OT or SLP that specializes in feeding that I wish I could go back and start the Quail with Kathy back when she was born. It would have saved me a lot of heartache and struggle and I have no doubt we would be consistently nursing now. We’re still working on it at 8 mos. 2 steps forward and 1 step back. But at least we’re still steppin!
We are wavering around another transition now. The Quail’s reflex to nurse is long gone. We had a period a couple of weeks ago where it seemed fairly evident that our attempts to nurse were coming to an end. But nothing is ever clear cut. Just as I was wrapping my brain around the notion of stopping altogether we stepped back from the edge of weaning and are continuing down a less dramatic but equally breathtaking path. It’s bittersweet to try to understand what the Quail needs. It’s hard to know when to let go of a goal, when to make a new goal, when to know you ‘ve done your best. Sometimes all it really is, is a matter of perspective. A dear friend was listening to me was on about nursing the Quail and commented that I have taught her to nurse- which was the goal all along. It was not how I saw it- and yet when she said it I could see it as true. But more about that and the bittersweetness of it all on Monday.
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Food & Love
The perfect kick-off/motivation to get my family recipe journal started! Come meet the start of my family food journal! Please click on the above link for a peek- I promise there is a tasty egg dish recipe in the process!
Come travel around the world and see what else is cooking!
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