31 for 21 Day 5- Meet the therapist

Meet Kathy- Our awesome OT

Meet Kathy- Our awesome OT

 

We just finished up with PT and OT for the day. And Kathy our dear OT will probably be sorry she mentioned to me that another family’s blog had her photo up- Sorry Kathy :).  But here’s the thing- the services we have been receiving from Pediatrics Unlimited are top-knotch. Our experience getting the Quail the services she needs to be all she can be has been a good example of the need for strong advocacy and the importance of trusting your instinct. Breastfeeding is important to me and more importantly it is an extremely important exercise to help the Quail strengthen her oral-motor muscles in order to assist in good speech clarity and as well as assist in minimizing future feeding issues. I’m aware of this from my own research. When we left the hospital after her birth the lactation consultant told me be sure to get our pediatrician to refer us to either a speech/language therapist or an occupational therapist because with her hypotonia or muscle weakness she was having great difficulty breastfeeding. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. I had come home with a nursing plan after the birth of Zuzu and had spent more time in consult with the LC then with the pediatrician those first few months. Fortunately for all of us Zuzu became a comfort nurser which enabled her to continue to nurse during my pregnancy with the Quail when all the milk dried up. This in turn has been the greatest gift she could give her little sister. Because she has ensures me a grand milk supply I am able at 7 months post-partum to continue to pump daily and provide breast milk for the Quail while she continues to learn to nurse. This milk will help her through this vicious cold and flu season we are about to enter as well as giving her the opportunity to boost her IQ. We are all so grateful for this symbiotic relationship amongst us that Mother Nature has bestowed.

But I digress, after the Quail’s birth I started in on calling the LC that had been so helpful with Zuzu. She didn’t have much to offer- and let me tell you generally speaking the LC’s at this hospital are top-notch. But as I’m finding out- most people really don’t know much about working on feeding issues. They continued to say we should find a SLP or OT. After we got our Babynet (county early-intervention provider) services set up we got a referral made ton an SLP. Her goal was to get the Quail eating without taxing her and to ensure adequate nutrition and growth- especially considering her ventricular septal defect and the fact that the cardiologist informed us that the deciding factor between open heart surgery or not will be her growth- if she can maintain between the 30-70% on the Down syndrome Growth Charts then surgery would not be necessary. We spent the next 3 months going regularly to speech therapy and having the Quail hooked up to a monitor to check her oxygen saturation while she drank her bottle. I asked repeatedly what else we could do to work on breastfeeding. At the last appointment I finally asked directly for the SLP to give us a list of exercises to develop the breastfeeding skills she needed. She told me that there were no exercises that would teach that. We decided to hold off on therapy at that point since there wasn’t any progress being made we could witness. I started asking around to other families in the area trying to find another family that had experienced difficulties breastfeeding in the beginning but had gone on to have a successful nursing experience and find out what they had done. Another family in the area passed on Kathy Maxwell and Pediatrics Unlimited’s phone number and said to specifically ask for her. It took me a few weeks to work up the nerve, you know; you really do believe what people tell you when they have initials behind their name. When I finally called and explained our situation and asked if that was her opinion as well- that there are no exercises to teach a baby to breastfeed who isn’t doing it naturally; she said no- that is what she makes her living doing and while it would be difficult to start a 5 month old baby out, if we work hard and do the weekly exercises we could give it a try and she was willing. We went in the next week and have been going weekly ever since. If you go back and read The Quail updates here you will learn about the progress we have made. It is definitely two steps forward and one step back, it isn’t easy- but The Quail is making so much progress and the closeness of our relationship (when she isn’t screaming at me to stop trying to make her breastfeed) is lovely. Of course the lemons to lemonade version of her screaming and fighting me on breastfeeding is two-fold- we’ve had the opportunity to witness the blossoming of an incredible will in her and hey- it strengthen’s her neck and arm muscles as she continually pushes off 🙂

So the lesson in all of this is this- trust your instinct- if you think your child is capable of something then don’t let someone tell you different- find that partner that can help you and your child out. Not every therapist will be a match with every child- and many have very different styles and training. And if you live in the Upstate of South Carolina and are in need of someone with excellent skills with teaching a baby to eat- call Kathy.

The Quail got her cereal “training” today and she is so very excited- and with Kathy’s expertise we are confident she will grow into the little foodie lifestyle that the rest of her family embraces.

PS- And Kathy if you are reading this- we really do appreciate you- you inspire us and hearten us. Thank you so very much-

3 years ago right now

last call

last call

tryptaphan & ambien

tryptaphan & ambien

I was a week overdue with rising blood pressure 3 years ago tonight. I was scheduled to go to one hospital only to receive a call that there was a full moon, the weekend was coming and there was no room in the inn. Well- that’s how I remember it at least. My OB called (oh yes- the only one I hadn’t met in the practice and had heard horror stories about his meanness and ego). He called saying he heard the hospital said there was no room to induce me and bring this little one into the world, and how was I feeling; and if I would like and had my bags packed; then yes he could make arrangements for me at another hospital if that was agreeable. My bags were packed, my tears wiped dry and off we went with one last pause in the exit of our life as two for a photographic still.  When we returned, God willing; there would be three and life would never be still again…

We drove to St. Francis Womens’ & Children’s Hospital in Greenville; a mere hour away. The cervidil was placed, Lovey tried to make himself comfortable on the fold-out chair for a night in wait; the machine turned on to monitor and record the smooth, quick rhythms of  the last hours our hearts would beat nested together. An ambien offered and turkey sandwich administered, whispered wishes of good luck and health and cheer for the day unfolding ahead of us….

Gratitude Journal; 31 for 21, Day 4

A Meal

A Meal

1. Capturing Spot

2. Rain

3. a meal plan

4. a pizza fundraiser

5. Swim Classens

6.Corner View

7. 31 for 21

8. multiple nursings in a row

9. graduating from one supplement to another

10. random occurances

11. developmental leaps

12. ABR technology showing no hearing loss

13. The Quail’s cries at her families bellows

14. Nystantin

15. Babies rolling on their very own!

16. 3 year olds

17. E.E. Cummings

18. coffee

19. Heffalumps

20. a park full of party-goers

21. good friends helping things go smoothly

31 for 21- Day 3~

The Quail in a Cap

The Quail in a Cap

 

I’m so very excited by this blog challenge- it’s our first challenge and its for a great cause. I will wax philosophic and perhaps poetic about advocacy and disability and inclusion and Down syndrome. I have ALOT to say. I’ve taken to reading our new library with a fervor. I’m a book gal and I’ve had the good fortune to have been trained both vocationally, personally and academically in all things ability and disability.

I’ve had the grand pleasure of seeing David Hingsberger speak. The man is graced with the good fortune of seeing all people as whole and perfect long before his advocacy applied to himself in such an intimate fashion. The man is also one of the most articulate speakers I could hope to listen too. What he has to say- I’m a listenin. I’m so pleased that in the advent of this blogging world he has reentered our lives- and for me at such a time that is so very personal for me and my family. Often my spirit lunges ahead before the words are able to be articulated from my mouth. And with that I am ever so grateful for others ability to articulate.

As this world of advocacy is now a daily occurance for us sometimes it is hard to see and articulate about what is so essential in our lives. And sometimes, well life just gets busy before we have time to ponder it. On those days I will shamelessly use this advocacy month to post pictures of our dear Quail- because- frankly- you knowing her- will teach you more about her heart, her mind, her will and self determination then I could ever hope to articulate.

Please introduce yourself- I respect the lurkers- but lets use this month to get to know each other- shall we? Even just a Hello- so I know you are out there and part of our world- well it means the world.

 

much love and friendship- Cole

Letters to my Loves

Gramma, Grampa & Zuzu

Gramma, Grampa & Zuzu

 

I promise to create a loving and enriching environment for you.

Dear Loves,

Ms. Chopra tells the story  of Mencius  and how his family moved to different locations in order to find the values they wanted to impart on their child. They settled on a home near a school. Once there, her son learned about books, science, philosophy and kindness to others. He began to imitate these behaviors and became one of the greatest thinkers and philosophers of his time. Mencius grew up to believe and assert that the innate goodness of a person was due to society’s influence.

There is much we can and will discuss from this story over our lifetimes. I have certainly worried about what type of environment you girls will grow up in. What the people, places and customs around you will teach you about life, love and values; as well as  influencing the adults you will grow to be. What Mencius’s mother did for him is an age old tale but one that remains relevent today. Now though, the influence of others is so insidious in our lives. Simply moving to live in a different physical enviroment  doesn’t guarantee that we will find values that match ours and only experience others behaviors that we find worthy. It is rare that any of us spend a day without any contact with the outside world. We are continuously influenced both consciously and subconsciously by advertising on our cereal boxes, the internet, the mail, the signs our neighbors put up, the television, the lyrics of a song, the words we hear spoken on a radio show or written in a magazine lying in a waiting room….etc.

Fortunately now we realize now that we do not necessarily have to become victim to all of those influences regardless of where we live. As your parents we get the opportunity to try to help you learn to interpret society around you in a way that makes sense to you. It is impossible and improbable of a task to think we should protect you from everyone elses values, beliefs and fervored opinions that don’t coincide with our own. We wouldn’t even want to. What we do promise is to help you learn to think for yourselves. To help you have the confidence and insight necessary to sort through conflicting and promising images and values you are exposed to on a minute by minute basis. We love you so and wish for you to learn to think for yourselves. You are both in the beginnings of that process now though where in order to learn to think for yourselves, you watch and imitate us. Lovey and I both have realized just how astute you both are and how spongelike you both are in soaking up everything around you. When I see you dear Zuzu, grab my shoes, my pump-pack and sunglasses and explain you have to take a taxi to the market to buy Kefir and need monies to pay for parking- I see the cogwheels in your brain turning as you work out what you need to do to nourish your little body and act grown-up. And you sweet Quail- I see my own joy reflected back at me as your smile crinkles up in your delight of our noticing you want to be picked up, or fed or have your diaper changed or just a snuggle.

We know that as your parents it is our duty to think about things before we make decisions- this is how you will learn to be thoughtful.

It is our duty to be loving in our actions- this is how you will learn to be loving in your own.

It is our duty to value you as individual human beings- so that you will see your own value and learn to value others.

While we can’t protect you from the world’s continuous influence we will teach you to protect yourselves- through development of your mind, your body, your will and your sense of esteem. We will do this by loving and being with you. By talking to and listening to you and being your soft place to fall. 

What we know as fact today was once science fiction. Everyone has an opinion as to what constitutes an enriching and loving environment- from where you should sleep, to how you eat and what you eat, to where you learn and who you talk to and when. As to whether or not those ideas that are currently touted as facts remain so or flow into the river of good intentions is yet to be seen. We do our educated best for you today and will continue to throughout your long lives. You bring the love and richness to all of our collective and individual lives and for that we are eternally grateful.

Love, Momma

Happy 31 for 21!

The Newest Little Advocate in our House

The Newest Little Advocate in our House

 

October is National Down syndrome Awareness Month! Join in the challenge either click here:

http://unringingthebell.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/10/31-for-21-important-admin-stuff.html#comments

 

Or on the Get it Down button the sidebar! On Tricia’s lovely site you’ll see a link to many of the wonderful families in our community. Time to make the rounds and introduce yourself folks! Come along  and meet the people in your neighborhood!

Let me start- I’m Cole, my dear husband Lovey and I have 2 amazing little girls. Zuzu is turning 3 and The Quail is 7 1/2 mos old. Please read our “Meet the Happy Little Family Page” to learn more about us. Nice to meet you!

Fave-O-Lit Friday- Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Love Gift

Love Gift

 

If you haven’t read any Anne Morrow Lingbergh; do- she was a lovely, lovely writer. We were fortunate to have heard a passage from Gifts From the Sea at a friend’s wedding and were thrilled to incorporate it into ours 9 wonderful years ago. At the time I loved the island imagery but still instinctually fought against the whole concept of letting go, letting be. I’m a nostalgic, sentimental creature by nature. My instinct is to hold on and hold on tight to that which I love. It is my life’s practice I suppose. I was unfamiliar with any Zen writings or concepts at the time we chose this for the wedding, how beautiful to see the Zen spirit in which she writes now. Any work that you can read and reread and glean something fresh is one to keep on your shelves- or is it one to let go…

Gifts from the Sea- Anne Morrow Lindbergh

When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity – in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern.

The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now. Relationships must be like islands, one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits – islands, surrounded and interrupted by the sea, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides.

Quail Day- We have a WINNER! and Day 1 of 31 for 21

Lookin

Lookin

Almost...

Almost...

We have a Winner!

We have a Winner!

Jessica has won the copy of Gifts 2! Thanks to everyone for playing! Jessica email me at nicolehinesstarkey at yahoo dot com with your address and I’ll ship it out to you!

 

And on a happy Quail-bird note- the ABR went swimmingly yesterday! After an hour of what felt like herding cats- I was able to coax the Quail into dreamland and the test went off without a hitch. While the OAEs still didn’t provide a decent reading the audiologist said it was probably a function of wax in her ears. But the ABR showed her hearing was normal down to 20 decibals (which is normal for children- 25 is normal for adults- so yes- your children should be able to hear you better then your husband). We are so unbelievably grateful and will save the cute Hanna Anderson Pilot hat for winter and also for The Quails upcoming halloween costume!

corner view “white”

Corner view is back!

And what a wonderful theme to start participating with! Jane  at Spain Daily posts a once a week theme and asks that people from all around the world interpret it from their little corner. Click on any of the worldwide friends listed below to see about life in their corner of the world. It is truly a photographic feast for the eyes!

The first thing I thought of  with white is our dear Zuzu’s actual middle name.  Her middle name IRL is Abelia. Most people hear that and ask if it is a family name. A few old southern gardeners understand instantly. It is a lovely little bell-shaped flower that blooms throughout the summer. Lovey’s maternal Grandmother also used to love these little flowers and so when we moved to The House of Two Gables and found our home ensconced in them we were tickled. We have lived in this home for 3 years before dear Zuzu entered our lives with a bang. While she was just a tiny egg in my womb I would often let my mind drift to baby names while I was out in the yard tending. Abelia was always at the top of my list as either a first or middle name. When the time came to talk about names in reality though I was a bit worried about saddling a small one with a name so unusual and took it off the list of options. Once she came out and Lovey and I got to see her precious little face and spirit though, the lovely little flower came back to both of us.