Friday, October 31, 2008

Treats

  • We had beautiful family photos done last night. Brian came in early. Every one's hair worked. L's dress covered the bumbo seat so she could "sit" on the floor. The big girl's consented to allowing their mama one Norman Rockwell picture with matching, big bowed, full skirt dresses.
  • We tried and succeeded in eating at Rafferty's. This is a huge first.
  • L woke up hungry in the middle of the night, as is usual. I gave her a sippy cup of Pedia sure and put her back down. She didn't go back to sleep, but proceeded to call repeatedly for "Mama". This was a major accomplishment, so I of course gave in and went back upstairs. Even 4:30 wake up calls seem sweeter when your 2 yo finally articulates exactly what she wants.
  • For Bible dress up day, I finally got one child to do something creative (please, no more animals or Mary) and B rolled out the door as The Tree of Life from the garden of Eden.
  • L almost got her sock off in the car. The first time this was asked about in an evaluation, I stared at them in disbelief. This child could not even get her toes near her hands, let alone have the dexterity to get off the socks. They are not off, but stretched to oblivion. I am so proud!

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Becky's Wedding





Finally I have pictures of Rebecca and Mark's August 9th wedding to post. It was a beautiful event.
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Sunday, October 26, 2008

Spirit Spooktacular

Chilling out before the competition.
J and his favorite big buddy.
I never cease to be amazed at what 4-9 year olds can do.

B was my photographer for the day and I think she did an awesome job. The week leading up to the first competition of the season was crazy. They practiced every night and I really had little hope of things not falling completely apart. As usual I under estimated what sheer will power can achieve. It was a solid routine with only a minor end stunt problem. We got second and we can definitely live with that. Not a bad way to start the cheerleading year.
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Eating an Elephant

I have debated on when to post or if ever to post this kind of information. I am well aware that most people are quite overwhelmed by their own lives and certainly do not need to feel weighed down by the challenges of someone else's. If you are like us, by the time you leave church on any given Sunday, you are so inundated with prayer requests that the bulletin, or list often gets little more attention than the momentary pray said over the trash compactor while cleaning out the church bag. That being said, I promised myself before beginning this little venture that the primary purpose of the blog was to record our family details for us to look back on and this certainly meets that promise.


We knew L had long term health issues before she came home. We received a firm diagnosis of cerebral palsey in April. This was of course expected, but we were then, and continue now to sort out what are the effects of CP and what are the results of being placed in a room for disabled children in an orphanage and barely talked to or worked with the first 2 years of her life. We know without a doubt that God placed her in our family. When asked if we could deal with what lay ahead, we have truthfully answered "we can just take one day at a time." If I spent much time looking at how tall the mountain is we still need to climb, or how hard the trail will be, I would certainly melt into a puddle of tears. We plain and simply do not have time for that. And thus our approach, so far, has been much as it would be when confronted with the challege of eating an elephant, or running a marathon, or reaching the world for Christ. We take one bite at a time. We put one foot in front of the other. We focus on the opportunity or challenge directly in front of us.


She has made great strides. From the first evaluations that placed her as a 1-3 month old despite being 24 months, she has moved to a solid 9-12 month old in most areas of development. Initially, there were concerns that she would be nonverbal. She is now babbling and has a 2 or 3 words. She is more likely to use her speech when she is angry, but we will take what we can get. She is still unable to sit up unassisted or transition from one position to another, but she can now sit up in a grocery cart, or in your lap. She can tall kneel when placed in the position and is moving towards W sitting. (yes, we know W sitting is a bad thing). She can seem to "fall" out a W position with less trauma than some of her transitions. She is very mobile in a baby walker, but she is outgrowing it and every therapist in the world is unhappy about her using it. It does not promote the kind of walking that will eventually be helpful to her, but we can't bring ourselves to take away the only form of mobility she currently has. When L is in the walker, she gets to be a 2 year old. She empties cabinets and clears book shelves. She dumps trash cans and runs over her sisters. She has moved from choking on a liquid diet to being able to finger feed anything. Intentional grasp and release is a huge struggle so you can only give her a few pieces at a time, but it is all table food. She has even learned to eat french fries in the car. ( L absolutley loves grease and salt!) We are currently working on holding a sippy cup.


Everything L does is a challenge as well as an opportunity for a huge reward. She shows delight in a way that makes your whole day, and a simple smile lights up her face. Chaos, loud noises and change are hard for her, but that has just made us pull closer as a family and spend more time in our own house and yard. I rarely hear B complain how unfair it is that she has to work so hard in school. What can you really complain about when your sister is struggling to walk and talk. Is your spelling struggle really that bad? I think we have a much better perspective on what really matters. I still struggle with priorities. We spend roughly 5 hours a week in formal therapy, drive to Vandy every other week, and spend 2 mornings a week at WKU for speech. In addition, we do daily physical therapy as well as ongoing speech and OT work. I have considered hanging a sign on the front door- "We have decided that L will walk and talk. We will work on the house when that task is complete." Do you think anyone would really understand?


This last week we spent two hours at Vandy trying on and fitting braces that will help her seperate her legs and build trunk strength. She also had casts made of her feet in order to have additional braces designed that will go on her feet and force them to be flat. She currently walks (in the walker) and stands on her toes. L is very small so everything is being custom made. We have also experimented with walkers. Our initial excitement has been slightly dampened as the therapists have decided L needs to practice in several different items before determining what will be best for her. We simply want to see her moving. She handled all of this like a champ. What a trooper. I described it as the hardest two hours of work I have done in a long time, and J, who has no choice but to attend therapy along side me and L, was a raving mad man.


My time table is always faster than anyone else working with L. I see all the therapies and constantly want to interject. " If you will just articulate more, we can get a little speech in with this PT. If you will help her sit this way, she can stretch her hip muscles while you sort those beads. If you will just let her scream while you are doing therapy, we can get another hour of eye patch time in." I want everyone to be everything. I may have set my standards a little high. Every night I pray "Lord, just give me grace for the day." In other words, remind me I only have to eat the elephant one bite at a time. The good news is, that every once in awhile, it tastes like creme brulee.

Stirred but not Shaken

I know that my foundation is Jesus Christ the Lord and for that reason can not be shaken or broken or destroyed. My very human emotions can be stirred around and that is exactly what this week has been. I am not sure why the struggles of life seem to fall at once, but I am not sorry to mark this last week off the calendar and move forward.

Despite the best care we could give the dog, the tissue around her knee joint did not heal correctly and we had to make the decision to amputate her leg. Any other option would leave her with a lifetime struggle with some kind of pain and this seemed the best option to allow her to get on with living the good dog's life. I know, some of you are saying these people are animal lunatics, but compared to some of my family we are really pretty sane.

More upsetting than the dog, a long time employee of B's family business committed suicide after a long battle with cancer. I can not imagine the things this poor man has endured during this battle, but this seemed the ultimate cruel ending.

On Wednesday, my little world got stirred even more. I was headed to school shortly before one o'clock to pick up the girls and then take all four kids to get their flu shots. Afterwards, I planned to drop B and H back off at school and then take J and L to speech therapy at WKU. I turned onto Nashville Rd to see it blocked with police cars that surrounded south campus and saw the SWAT team in bullet proof vests and sharp shooters draped across cars. My heart turned over. My children's school sits between south and central campus of WKU. The entire campus as well as our school had been put under lock down. I could hear the outdoor warning sirens going off on campus. The radio was reporting potential gunshots and telling students on campus to take cover immediately. I am not a WKU alumnus, but the longer I have lived in the area, the more attached I have become. The proximity of the university to my children's school has provided them with many opportunities and resources. Most recently, J and L have been able to receive 2 hours each of speech therapy each week through the Clinical Education Complex. This is a huge help to us. Most importantly, our beloved babysitter is a student at WKU. Before I could help myself, I began to cry. This simply was not supposed to happen in my town. I did not feel better till Brian had received word from our babysitter that she was locked in at the student center and was fine.

I am trying to take comfort in God's message... " in this world you will have troubles, but I have overcome the world." Aren't you glad that as Christians we can always look to a brighter tomorrow?

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Sick Bay on Noah's Ark

By now many of you have probably read of my animal woes in an earlier post. As luck would have it, the kittens finally were deemed old enough and liked by the dogs enough to move outside. Personally, I think J continues to be far more dangerous to the lives of kittens than the dogs ever were. I celebrated by spending two hours cleaning and disinfecting the basement. The girls had of course promised they would do their part to keep the mess to a minimum, but at some point they began cleaning up cat poop by laying down a towel over it. Not the best for smell and germs but I will give them points for efficiency. Brian suggested shoveling the whole thing out and then bleaching it down. This is what I did (and cleaned cat food out of the sink etc etc). Meanwhile, I kept B and 2 of her cousins occupied in the kitchen decorating Halloween cookie castles. Let it be noted that unattended children with icing may be quiet, but they are certainly not clean or tidy.

Feeling good about my accomplishments, I went to bed to watch a little post debate review and listen for Brian's return. About 10:30 I heard a yelp as he pulled down the driveway. One of the dogs had darted in front of him. He knew he had hit her but was unsure of the damage as she ran off. I found her the next morning waiting on the front porch. It appeared the tire had caught skin and she was basically a skinned animal on that quarter of her body. I loaded her up in the van and headed for the vets. The good news is they were able to save her leg she had enough skin to stitch around the gaping wounds. The bad news is I have a new animal living in my basement. She will not be allowed outside for sometime as she has drains stitched into the wounds and is wearing a satellite dish collar. We have been cautioned that she must remain in a sterile environment so we fired the girls and Brian is doing a daily bleach job on the basement.

It is our hope to some day use our basement for human activities, but I am not holding my breath. Hold the bathroom expansion or new washer and dryer. I am asking Santa for a dog run and full time vet tech.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Great Wolf 2

The way my family really looks moments before the official family photo.

This has become a running joke. Brian can never really get away from the business, so I have photos of him on the phone at all our destinations. In the the Disney Cruise terminal, in front of a giant Playdough can in Disney World, in a beach chair with the waves rolling in etc etc...........................................
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Great Wolf Lodge




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Jackson's Orchard 2nd try!




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Jackson's Orchard


We made a very wise decision to visit Jackson's on beautiful Friday afternoon. Almost no crowds and we still got to do all the fun things. L, especially hates commotion so she was just fine. J showed his all boy side by pulling the loaded wagon everywhere we went!
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