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Mommaday: Separation Anxiety
…namely mine….last week, one evening when I was getting the Quail ready for bed it finally occured to me to tell her directly that pretty soon Momma and Daddy would be going to the doctor to get Baby Sugarplum out of Momma’s belly and that it would take a couple of days and while we were gone she and Zuzu would stay with Gramma here and play.
We talk about it around her all the time. Zuzu is clear what is going to happen and buried deeply in her own set of plans for those special days. If she wants the guest bed or her own bed while Gramma is here. Whether Gramma will wake up early with her. Which books she wants Gramma to read to her, what decorations to use when they make a Bunny Cake and where is our stack of blank cards so she can make us all one
I’ve just never taken the time to say it directly to the Quail, this process of bringing this baby we pat and kiss daily from my belly into our world. Oh it broke my heart- she made her saddest face with the little bottom lip bird-perched out and hugged me so tight and then patted my belly. I swear we underestimate what she understands at least 10 times a day.
I’m glad I brought it up though, since then we have thought to talk about that part of it with her regularly. Zuzu recalls when we left how she hid under the kitchen table and hugged her babydoll tight and stayed there until Gramma joined her under. She’s been calculating if they will all fit this time.
It’s just so pitiful when the Quail misses me now because she can say Momma so she cries it- even if I’m just late to tuck her in to bed or after I leave for work in the morning. If Lovey gets her up after a night’s sleep I can her her little Momma chant echoing down the hall.
Poor little lamb. It’s hard to say who is going to miss whom most…
Quailday: The big 3 celebration!
Our girl turned 3 on George Washington’s birthday. This turned out to be a busy work-travel time of year so while her party was planned weeks ahead the actual celebration was held in early March. The Quail’s become a big fan of gymnastics since passing her neck X-ray and what better way to celebrate then a gymnastics class and cake with 4 dozen of your besties?!?! Instead of gifts this year we decided to follow our friends’ lead and hold a book exchange instead. Each child brought a wrapped book and took another one home. Simple and happy! The Quail is a big fan of books and not such a fan of being the center of attention so for her this was a good plan. Thanks to everyone who came and made the day special for our girl. Here are a few of our favorite shots!
sunday still life
Sunday Still Life is evolving mindfulness project; a weekly invitation to pause the busy of our days, to re-center and celebrate the beauty and depth of life. If you are inspired to join in, please leave a link in Erin’s comments.
As this pregnancy draws to a close I want to still a very special daily moment that I had the pleasure of experiencing both this time and last time. When little Zuzu was just 2 years old, she became very connected to a little in-utero Quail. Each night that I would put her to bed she would snuggle up to my belly, place a child-size blanket over it, sing a lullaby tune, hug, kiss and tell my burgeoning belly, “Night-night Baby Quail!”
This time around it was quick and easy for Zuzu to fall into the same routine. She also added on to it a good morning hug and kiss and a good bye and hello at the beginning and end of our daily separations. For a good number of months I wondered if the Quail just thought we had all lost our marbles and the new family habit was to salute Momma’s belly. Over time though as she saw pictures of babies or met babies in real life she would smile at them, sign baby and reach over to pat my belly. In the last couple of months she has taken to the morning and nightly hugs and kisses of dear Sugarplum as well.
When they can manage to do it at the same time it seems extra special as they enfold each other in their hearts and arms. What a dear little Sistred they already are.
Quailday: Ring around the Rosy
I have so much to tell about this Birdy and not enough time to type it! But never fear birthday party and educational updates galore to come! In the meantime- the dancing bears we call daughters get out of the car every evening and run to the yard to rascal before being herded into the house. These girls put this extra hour of sunshine to good use. Everyone loves Spring!
sunday still life
Sunday Still Life is an evolving photography project; a weekly invitation to pause the busy of our days, to re-center and celebrate the beauty and depth of life. If you are inspired to join in, please leave a link in Erin’s comments
Remember this day? Well fortunately for me, these monkeys provide plenty of opportunities to work on that. Breathing, it’s simple right?
Last night after dinner I kept hearing Zuzu calling out for the Quail to join her on the flowers. I heard giggles, hollers and thumps. Eventually I had to get up and go see. Of course as soon as I entered the room, I started and let out my own holler.They didn’t hear it of course. They were busy climbing “Flower Mountain”. The giggles were overwhelming. The angles more than I expected. The sharp edges rising and falling in front of them. But they were having so. much. fun. I finally took a chair, set my camera on sport and started snapping.
We had spent the day cleaning out the office and cleaning off the pull-out bed for Gramma’s anticipated visit in a couple of weeks. When the mattress had been propped back on the couch in order to move on to dinner these monkeys started spying it. There was a whole host of reasons to stop them. The angle, the Quail’s reflux and recently eaten dinner, the previously picked up room.
But there were only two reason to just let them be- their love and the lesson of my stillness amidst their motion. Got it this time..
PS: for those loving relatives who are probably cringing at what would be the obvious next photo frame- no worries. No one was hurt.
corner view: everyday
It’s the everyday ordinaries that are the real miracles. This little mess on my bathroom floor that first started appearing about a year ago, it was the first time I took off the Quail’s shoes after a day at school and a little pile of sand spilled out. The miracle in that is it means that she was up and on the sand filled playground at her school with little buddies. She walked, she played, she made a little mess. Just like any other little kid.
Corner view is a weekly Wednesday date hosted originally hosted by Jane, currently by Francesca. A topic is given and you can see impressions; be it in photographic or writerly in form from around the world: Jane, Dana, Bonny, Joyce, Ian, Francesca, Theresa, Cate, Kasia, Otli, Trinsch, Isabelle, Janis, Kari, jgy, Lise, Dorte, McGillicutty, Sunnymama, Ibb, Kelleyn, Ninja, Sky, RosaMaria, Juniper, Valerie, Sammi, Cole, Don, WanderChow, FlowTops, Tania, Tzivia, Kristin, Laura, Guusje, Susanna, Juana, Elsa, Nadine
Quailday: Potty Prowess
The Quail took up status as a resident Captain Underpants in her classroom this past February and we couldn’t be prouder! We had started a potty chart at home when she was about 18 months old and she has enjoyed stickering them up. Before the holidays she had filled up her school potty chart, signifying her taking a place in line to start coming to school in underpants!
She had been managing her pull-ups during the day fairly well and keeping them dry. She also has the world’s strongest 2 year old bladder apparantly as she generally is dry each morning.
So starting February 6, 2012 it was her turn for the insightful training of the Potty Queen- Miss Christal! We packed her little sack of extra “just in cases”. And sent her off to school in big-girl underpants. Which surprisingly our “little” 2 year old turned out to need a bump up to size 4 within a couple of weeks. Whether this was a ploy for new Dora underwear we’ll never know, but I wouldn’t be surprised. Beyonce’s got nothing on this little round booty!
Last week Lovey came home after me and I heard a quiet stilling and then he asked, “Is there something heartbreaking you want to tell me?” I know that could mean any number of things considering all that is going on, but estimating his location I quickly responded. “It wasn’t her fault. Her pants weren’t pulled down far enough. She was dry all day.” Sure enough, he had spotted the tell-tale black garbage bag of school that means clothes have come home with inards on the outards. Fortunately the only accidents she’s had at school so far have been the “pants not down far enough” kind.
She’s trying to put herself up on the potty and she’s got a pretty good balancing act that keeps her upright. The main issue is her ability to pull up and down her pants- under and over. She tries and we’ve realized part of the issues is them being a little too tight with a recent growth spurt I mentioned above. Of course our upsizing of the clothes has led to some rather awkward company-in-the-house moments as girlfriend decides to share her newfound skill with anyone in the house as she marches into a room stark naked or with a new adornment of marker body art or a piece of someone else’s clothing strung over her. In lieu of this new hobby I’ve asked Pudge’s mom to please have Pudge stop texing the Quail step-by-step instructions as I can only assume this hobby came from one of her role models.
Interestingly, whenever I show up at school and try to have her go before we head out (the looming fear of having to tear that carseat apart for a washing is all the motivation I need to get with the program) Miss Thing immediately flops down on the floor and hollers her refusal. And even more interestingly, both of her teachers watch in surprise. “She doesn’t do that during the day.” And that my friends is why I don’t homeschool in a nutshell.
Of course she doesn’t. They never do. Doesn’t matter the issue: sleeping, eating, potty training, staying close to the grown-up. Somehow it’s rarely an issue at school. And yet a full-on soap opera at home. A friend was once commisserating over her child’s picky appetite. “So he eats the beans at school and I bought some to have at home and he refused. I asked the teacher how they prepared them. Initially she just said, well they’re canned. No, no, no…start from the beginning, what store are they from, so you open the can, you heat them on the stove or in the microwave? You serve them in a bowl or a plate…”
When it comes to serving toddlers you can’t be too specific. In terms of our potty tantrums I did learn that they give the Quail more latitude then I do. They approach her every 20-30 minutes (depending if she had actually peed or pooped the previous time) and ask, “Do you need to go potty?” She either toddles off to the potty or says no. Now at home when she says no, I’m a bit more insistent. We’re um, not real great with mess here. But they allow her to say no and then just ask again a minute or two later. If she still says no, they’ll suggest she try and like the conundrum that she is, off she goes. At home she falls on the floor screaming like I suggested we take her duck lovey to the thrift store for a more appreciative child or something. And I carry her flailing self off to the potty. The thing is, more often then not once she cools her jets she does pee.
No matter what grade the tantrum is though, once she’s on the potty you can always count on a toot to bring back her good humor.
corner view: monument
Per Merriam-Webster’s third definition of “monument” we find: “a lasting evidence, reminder, or example of someone or something notable or great”
And this week I found exactly that evidence, those words that stayed with me. Today I am 35 weeks, 1 day pregnant with my third child. At that exact same stage with the Quail in-utero, we received the first hint of the magic hiding deep inside her and of a transformation of our lives to come.
At the time, it did not feel like the revealing of a magical surprise. It felt scary. I had not had any inkling that anything might be amiss and so I had gone to the appointment alone. I remember sitting in my car afterwards and calling Lovey and my mom in tears. I came home and slowly started letting people know what our latest pregnancy update suggested.
There were words from a friend that stuck in my mind and heart of all the responses I received to our news. Unknowingly kind words. These words are my monument. Most people do not know how to respond to the news of a potential flaw in your pregnancy, your child, your heart. Inevitably, but without malice, people end up saying things that are hurtful. Words can sting when people don’t know what to say and haven’t had cause to think of their impact before. As a parent to a child with special needs you eventually get to a place where you stop judging people’s words and look at the intent behind them. If they did not mean them unkindly, you do not take them unkindly. Really, what’s the point? Why hold on to things people didn’t mean to harm you with? They would have done better if they could.
For the last 3 years, I have gone back periodically to my email and tried to locate this response from my friend whose kind words stuck in my mind and heart. The words that were intended to show confidence in us as parents and beauty in every child. I have not been able to find it until this past week. Finding that letter again is a real gift. I guess parts of the process of a new life-long diagnosis never really go away. You do move on. You see past it eventually. You see your actual child first again; as you envisioned before the diagnosis tried to take that vision away.
I am glad what I am left with three years later as that little girl starts public preschool is the kindness of those around me. A monumental kindness…a lasting evidence that everything is all right.
Thank you dear friend for saying these words that helped us to see through our tears and into the heart of our home.
“Just let me know when you need me to be a driver, a cook, a babysitter, grocery shopper….whatever you need. I hope that everything goes as smooth as silk for you and your baby girl. Whoever your daughter is, she is coming into a very nurturing and loving family. She and Zuzu have good taste in parents.”
Those words meant the world to me when she sent them. When I found and read them again this week Sugarplum gave a little thump. You see today I go in again for an ultrasound and ironically, today Sugarplum is 35 weeks 1 day. The difference that today holds from our today of three years ago is I go in stronger, wiser, armed with Lovey by my side and hope born out of our familial history to show me that things will be ok no matter what they try to tell us. That our future, no matter how uncertain will be filled with happy little ordinary afters, whoever our newest little daughter is…
Corner view is a weekly Wednesday date hosted originally hosted by Jane, currently by Francesca. A topic is given and you can see impressions; be it in photographic or poetic in form from around the world: Jane, Dana, Bonny, Joyce, Ian, Francesca, Theresa, Cate, Kasia, Otli, Trinsch, Isabelle, Janis, Kari, jgy, Lise, Dorte, McGillicutty, Sunnymama, Ibb, Kelleyn, Ninja, Sky, RosaMaria, Juniper, Valerie, Sammi, Cole, Don, WanderChow, FlowTops, Tania, Tzivia, Kristin, Laura, Guusje, Susanna, Juana, Elsa, Nadine
Quailday: School Daze: Part 1
The Quail in gettin’ ready to make her grand entrance into the public school system! Where we live the months prior to turning 3 is when the referral to the school district and the pre-school screenings begin. The Quail’s EI, our dear Jodie; made the referral last August. In November, we met with the school transition liason to learn about the process and had the beginning of the screenings. The first was a generalized screen where we sent a mountain of paperwork detailing the ins and outs of our girl prior to the meeting and then went in for a brief hearing/vision/speech and developmental pre-school screen. We did our best to be ready and put our best foot forward for this grand introduction. Unfortunately, the Quail’s OT session the hour before the screening got a little rocky. She tripped and fell and for the first time in her sweet life split her chin open and bruised her cheek with the fall. She was a real trooper though. A few ounces of kefir and a syringe of Tylenol later, she perked up and charmed her way around the room.
Lovey and I were pretty undecided how well we thought she might separate from us for the screening. Ideally they would like the child to go with them. Although, much like previous Santa Claus visit debacles, after you spend months reminding your children to not talk to strangers, it can be a bit of a challenge to then convince them off the cuff to go with the nice lady while Momma or Daddy stays out here. She’s got good protective instincts. I’ll give her that!
We thought she might be impressed by the apps on their shiny Ipads, but unfortunately we forgot to special order ahead of time a Dora or Barney specific one. Grover is animated, but not one of her favorite buds. We eventually compromised with me standing in the doorway for a bit of the session and they eventually asked me to come back in and I was able to act as a security beanbag chair for our bird.
I think this is where the roadmap gets complicated. I’m all for inclusion. I’m also all for following rules and the process to learn how to. I’ve always felt one of the main lessons that you learn in public school is how to get along in society and how to go about figuring something out. I want the Quail to have the opportunity to succeed and be exposed to a typical classroom. I firmly believe that she is as advanced as she is because she has been in a typical setting all of this time and had the model of typical peers. It’s invaluable to her development. I also don’t want her to struggle needlessly in a setting that is beyond her. When Zuzu has a hard time at school or in one of her fun classes, she gets reminders of the expectations of the class and the need for her to cooperate and follow her teachers instructions. I don’t ask the teachers to accommodate her louder voice, her spunky nature, her inquisitive energy level. I expect her to behave to the best of her ability. When that doesn’t match up with the teachers expectations, we work on it and practice it and go over the rules again and again. I have the same expectation for the Quail. And that girl of mine, she loves rules and routines. That said, she takes a little longer and needs a little more repetition to learn them. I can see now where her lack of expressive speech or her difficulty controlling her gross and fine motor actions are different than her typical peers. She can learn, but it’s different how she learns.
That Quail-ee, she’s bright, she’s friendly, she’s funny, she’s curious and she loves to learn. She responds well in a familiar setting to our expectations most of the time. Part of that, a large part of that; is how we’ve adapted to her and what we know she can do. The same goes for her current private preschool/daycare where she’s gone fulltime since she was 8 weeks old. This will be a big transition, with a new setting and the need to meet and interact with all new people who have all new rules and expectations. I’m certain she’ll charm them. But her magic isn’t really something that’s measurable, you know what I mean?
I’m starting to think about the concept that a generalized view of the worth of someone with a disability and the value of an inclusive society and what that means for a young child versus a fully grown adult might be different. The Quail’s done well for herself developmentally. In the last year though, areas that frustrate her and she struggles with are much more apparent though, than when she was a baby. If you were to glance at her playground at school, I don’t think she would stand out all that much. She’ll kick the ball, attempt to run to the swing and hop on, she’ll sit in her circle time spot and pay close attention to the book the teacher is reading. She knows where her lunch table spot is, she follows her center activities, she enjoys painting, gluing, drawing and clean-up. Maybe even more than the average kid. She’s naughty- just like the other 3 year olds in the room, but she’s quick to say she’s sorry when prompted and run back in for the make-up hug and surprisingly willing to go to the time-out spot when she’s been unduly unkind to a pal. She’s friendly and confident and proud. She’s no push-over. Take her toy from her and she’s coming after you to get it back. Odds are you’ll get a pinch, a hair-tug or thump on your back for your thoughtlessness.
Then sit down with her and try to start a conversation. This is where you’ll notice the difference. If you ask her what her favorite color is, she’ll just look at you. If you ask her if she has a cat or a dog at home, she’ll look down. If you then ask her what do you do when you’re cold? She may start to show her frustration. Because while she understands the words you are saying. She’s not equipped to formulate a response that she hasn’t been cued to. Those of us that have been with her for the long-haul now have taught her as many things as she’s taught us. I would even say that in a lot of settings she is good at generalizing. It’s just that she can match the colors in front of her or identify which one you need if you ask for a specific one. She knows when she needs a drink and will tell you, but wouldn’t be able to show you where to go to get that drink the first few times you ask. Until we teach her. Every few months as the way we ask things of her changes, I’m continuously astounded at the complexity of everyday life.
So during our first screening, we found a compromise to get the it done. In my momma-bear role, I did my best to keep quiet and let the Quail try to do her best at the standardized test. I waited until I was asked if she is able to do something before jumping in and trying to adapt the new people to her. I was equally impressed with her ability to show them her knowledge of her colors, body parts and familiar objects in her own quiet style and a little disappointed at the skills I know she possesses that she chose not to share. That’s life though right? Not everyone can know everything about you in a quick glance or a 30 minute timeslot. I could see the last year’s worth of cognitive drills that we had focused on being summed up in the standardized test. And while I cringed at not having spent more time with her on some of the more recent additions to our routines, I also know that it’s a fair assessment to say that these things don’t come easily or quickly for her. She’ll get them. In her own time. Isn’t that what people always say about the milestones of a child who has Down syndrome- they’ll get their in their own time? It’s true. For now though, the time has come to share her with a new system. I guess I can’t expect it to be easy for her or us. I need to be as patient with the new system as I try to be with her.
The next step came after the holidays. The school did a psychological evaluation to get a sense of her cognitive functioning and since our SLP works for the school district she submitted the most recent full speech and language evaluation. The psychologist, in her screening was spot on, in her description of the Quail as unique. She noted that she would have assumed, from the Quail’s initial (read: lack of) responses to some of the testing questions that she didn’t have the base of knowledge that she does. At the points in which I was cued to step in and ask the Quail some of the questions I would sign with her and she would sign back. Or I would adjust the wording of the question to a pattern she was familiar with. I’ve felt pretty uncertain about my early on decision to teach her to sign when she didn’t progress to verbal speech on a certain timetable. I’ve realized the lack of expressive speech is really a big limitation for her. That said, I’m grateful that I can communicate with her and that she does have a way to tell me what’s on her mind and heart. Most children with Down syndrome don’t have good expressive speech until the ages of 4-6 years old. In that way I’m oh-so-grateful for dear Ms. Rachel of Signing Time for giving us a roadmap into her earlier on than we would have had without it. And to Miss Sara for guiding us through a diagnosis of speech dyspraxia.
So we’re off into the big world of big-kid school! The school district starts to serve her in this this winter/spring when she turns 3. She’ll continue to go to her current little school-house, but we’ll introduce a new set of teachers who will work with her as well during the week.
We’re excited to meet our new buddies and see how our new school-year will unfold!
To be continued…








