The things we do for the people we love

On some days, like today. I find it hard to come to terms with knowing that my little boy isn't just disabled. He is severely disabled. My little boy is severely disabled. He may never walk or talk and most likely, he will be wheelchair bound. He has the developmental age of a 6 month old. Mango will be 3 this June. He will be 3 years old and he is developmentally like a 6 month old. He was a 6 month old when he was 1 1/2 years old and when he was 2 year old and now when he is 3 years old. He hasn't moved. When he actually was 6 months old, he was developmentally still like a newborn baby. 

I just want to scream and pull my hair out. Not for myself but for Mango. For a boy who struggles everyday with things that we take for granted. Things that I take for granted everyday because I'm too consumed with taking care of all the things he has been disadvantaged of and things that come to us so naturally, like muscle movement or vision or hearing. 

I am also scared. I'm scared for me. I'm scared that my life will be too short or if I will get a terminal illness that takes away my ability to take care of my children. I'm scared of my heart breaking too many times, it decides to give up.

I'm scared for Mango. I'm scared for his future and what he will be in the next few years. I'm scared for when he turns 5 and he will have to go to school. I'm scared of him going to school. I'm scared of how he will be treated. I'm scared of how the world will treat him. I'm scared that his heart will hurt. I'm scared he will meet horrible and arrogant people that will leave a scar on his heart that I can't mend. I'm scared of losing him. I'm really scared of losing him. I am also scared that he will never know how much I love him. I'm scared that he will never know that I would give my heart to him if he ever needed it and I wouldn't think twice. I'm scared of a life without my heart because he is my heart.

I'm scared for plum and what his life will be like. I'm so scared of how his heart will break a little when he meets mean people that will give him a hard time about having a brother with a disability. I hurt for him knowing that he will have to face these things in life. I'm scared that he will know what it means to hurt everyday to see a loved one struggle with the things that we take for granted in life. I'm scared for his heart.

My dearest husband, who has been the strongest out of all of us. I'm scared that one day he will break and I wont be strong enough to hold him the way he holds me but I sure damn will give it everything I have. 

How do you protect the ones that you love from so much pain in your life. When all you want for the people you love is happiness. If the price I had to pay was my life to give my loved ones true happiness. I would do it. I want them to never know what pain and grief feels like. I want to protect them from all the evil hearts that are searching to break something. How though? How do I do it?

midnight giggles

I think one of the main reasons I sleep late at night is because of my endless 'to do' list. I have so many things to do, I just don't know when to stop. Prioritise my list from most important to least important you say? It's all just as important. My bedtime is usually after 12am in the morning but for good reason.

Every night, at 12 am on the dot. I wake my little Mango up to change his nappy. If I don't , then I will most likely have a lot of sheets to change in the morning when I wake up. I would rather loose a little sleep and have more time to sleep in.

It's one of the best moments Daddy and I look forward to at night. We get all excited like little kids giggling and smiling from ear to ear because seeing mango sleep and try to ignore all the movement that I make to change his nappy, just happens to be the cutest thing in the world. It really is. If Daddy goes to sleep early, I wake him up because he hates missing this moment with mango. It's one of the moments we truly get to appreciate how perfect he is. His perfect eyes. His perfect nose. His perfect way of sucking his favorite dummy. His perfect hands that can't stop clenching even if he tried. His perfect hair. Everything that makes him perfect without all the spasticity in it. He is wholely prefect.

So everyday, I give up a little bit of sleep to have 15 minutes of precious time with mango. While I get to cuddle him and he snuggles down into my chest. Just the thought if it is making my heart swell with love and giggle with excitement.

I've got you darling

I practice standing with Mango, everyday. Every. Single. Day. Some days I doubt if he will ever make it there and some days, my belief is so strong, that I can't understand the days that I ever had a single doubt. On the days that we don't have any appointments, we spend alot of our time on the floor together. Plum and Mango have learned to love each other and enjoy each others company, screaming, scratches and everything else that comes with brotherly love . Plum has been a great help and motivation for our Mango. He just seems more willing to do things while his little brother is sitting in front of him doing the same thing, together. 

Just like brothers, Plum has his back. 

Always ready to sit or stand with Mango. When Mango is on his tummy, Plum bend his head to the side and goes 'hmm?', as if to ask Mango is everything is ok. 

So today, while we were practicing our standing, leaning on Mango's special cut out table that happens to be the right height for the both of them to stand and lean on. Mango tried to move his left leg, lost balance and fell... Fell into my arms that were waiting for him. Yes, I was sitting right behind him ready to catch him, if he fell. I wouldn't have been anywhere else. In a split second, just as he lost his balance and the moment before I caught him, I saw panic in his eyes and as I caught him, I reassured him 'I've got you sweetie'. Yes, I've got you. I will always catch you, pumkin. His face relaxed as he realise that his Mama was right behind him, ready to catch him when he fell. My heart melted and I suddenly felt like crying. It was the moment that I realised, he knew, that I would always catch him if he fell. It'll never be any other way. Ever.

My little boys. Gosh, I love nappy bottoms. 

8 things to never say to a special needs parent

As a parent of a special needs child, I always find myself in situations where people find it okay to comment on me about my children, faith, parenting and everything else they can think of. I know, I know, I know. They mean well. Blah blah blah blah. 

1 - "I'm Sorry''
While a statement like this seems like the only thing you can say sometimes. It actually is offensive to the person who your saying 'sorry' to. 
What happens next? What do we say? "don't worry", "He is okay", "Oh, it's nothing". There is no reply for this. I'm not sorry that my kid has a genetic disorder. He is my kid, after all. We don't need or want sympathy or pity. We really don't want it. So by saying 'sorry', you are apologising for us being in the situation we are in, feeling sorry for us. Again, I say this, we don't want pity.   

2 - "I hope he gets better soon (Shifa)" (not including when he is sick)
My son has a genetic disorder. A genetic disorder is not a sickness. It can cause his body to have a low immune system but the genetic disorder itself is not a sickness. His hearing impairment is not a sickness. His vision impairment is not a sickness. His lack of development is not a sickness. Nothing about him is sick. And because it is not a sickness, it can not be cured. It is, what it is. Just the way it is. I know alot of people find it hard to accept or understand that something like this is not a sickness. My family took it very hard always asking what it was that we could prevent this from happening again or getting this again (like it was a some virus that you could pass on) but it's not. It takes a while to accept the fact that it just happened. So please don't say this. Because he is not sick.


3 - "He looks fine, he doesn't look like he has anything"
Thanks for trying to make me feel better. It didn't work. So far, in our two and a half years of life, nobody (except my sister) has actually admitted that Mango looks 'different'. Than you sister. I love you.
We know he isn't 'typical looking'. That's how we found out about his genetic disorder in the first place. His facial features. We know his ten fingers and eleven toes look weird. Yes, That's right. I just said eleven (two bones in one toe). We know certain physical features gave the genetic disorder away. 

4 - "At least you have a normal kid too"
There are two parts of this common saying. 
1. The word 'normal' . Your meaning of normal could be very different from what my meaning of normal is. Your normal could mean, waking up in the morning, feeding the kids breakfast and going to meet friends on a play date, while my normal is waking up, feeding the kids as fast as I can and rushing out the door like a mad women to try and reach our hospital appointment in time. There is no normal. 

2. You are so very very wrong. Seeing your younger child doing all the things the older child may never do, is a constant reminder of the loss that you feel. It reminds you everyday that Mango may never get there. A daily reminder that Mango may never learn to solve his problems or learn the hand and mouth co-ordination skill or learn how to lift himself with his hands but only his elbows and do so much more that your 6 month old is already doing. A reminder that your darling Mango, is so different. It makes you sad everyday, reminding you that your 'nest' that is eventually supposed to be empty, will never be. It's a constant reminder, to you, every time, you look into the two most perfect faces who think the world of you, of how your hopes and dreams were once crushed by the reality of 'never happening'.

5 - "God only gives you what you can handle"
As much as I believe this line to be true. I feel as if, when someone says it. It just sounds so rude. Pretty much like 'Stop complaining'. For me, this line has always been brought out at the wrong time and wrong place for me. 
My husband and I actually spoke about this line over dinner once. We spoke about how, one simple sentence could mean so many things and none of them were nice. 
I know, I can handle things because we do. This doesn't mean that we aren't allowed to share our disappointments. This also shouldn't mean that we become too worried to say anything because we feel that someone is going to take our disappointment the wrong way and think that we are ungrateful for having Mango.  
Sometimes, I feel like putting my hand up to their face and saying 'Just shhh. Just. sshhh. ssssshhhhhhHHHHHHHH!! Don't say another word'. *High five in the face*

*I can feel my blood boiling and my heart starting to beat a little faster*


6 - "I know so-and-so and they know so-and-so's, sister has a child with a genetic disorder, so I get it."
You don't get it. You don't even get a small bit of it. The fact that you had the audacity to say such a thing, just proves that you don't get it. Unless you have walked in my shoes and been through what I have. You don't get it. 


7 - ''Maybe you need to pray more"
Ahhh... I have actually got this one before. It left me crying in the car for hours. I don't even have the word to explain this one. 
The first thing our geneticist told us after breaking the news about Mango to us was "There is nothing you did or didn't do. Should have or could have done, to prevent this. It just happened and there is nothing to explain why. It just happened."

8- Don't ever say "Retard" or "Retarded" 
The moment I became a special needs  mother. The word retard has suddenly become extremely offensive. The medical term for Mango's cognitive delay is 'mental retardation'. The word is tossed around so lightly and used for jokes, noone really knows it proper meaning anymore. Delay is obviously a better use of language. Especially when you are talking to me. Its a horrible feeling. The moment the word is said, I get this knot in my stomach and without even knowing it, I take a mental note that the friendship I have with this person is a little ruined, a little trust is lost and I plan on keep my distance to protect my heart from being hurt this way again. The word is so backward-living. People I love, tell me I shouldn't be offended when they use the term retard or retarded. But I am and I always will be. Why should I not be offended. Please explain to me this. If so many people in this world find this word offensive, but the parents of children with special needs are apparently being label 'too sensitive' when we get upset because of this. How is that fair. The word has been changed, they have changed it to 'delay'. Use it. 

While everything here is said from a nice place in everyones heart, Please understand that most of the time, they are actually offensive. How else would you know if we didn't tell you, right? You wouldn't know. Most of us parents understand that people always mean well,  so we don't say anything. Alot of the times we just nod and smile. But you just never know what type of mother, might be holding on to the last straw on the camels back with all her might, hoping she wont break. A small line like this could go a long way and just might be the thing that makes her break. Think before you speak.

Reminder - I am important too

This is a post for me. A written post, to myself. This, is also an attempt to salvage what ever is left of my sane mind before I completely loose the plot. 

This moment right now. I can see the future going down hill from here. I feel like I'm trying to catch myself from drowning in an ocean of tears. I guess the thing is, that I knew this moment was coming and I just had to prepare myself for it to come. Except I'm starting to question myself, if this will be the cycle of my life. I take things on, not thinking how much it will weigh me down and then I sink. Is this what it means to take on one day at a time? Is it really what that means? Because if it is, then it's taken me two and half years to realised that somehow, as right as it seems, its so wrong. Except there is no other way.

The mother in me, the mother that I am, I can't allow myself to drown in my emotions when my babies need me. I think the past few months of Mango's appointments and hospital stays aren't only getting to me but to him as well. He has been so needy and cranky while Plum is teething crazy and extremely clingy. 

Today, I hit that brick wall, that I could see from a mile away. I hit it so hard, I couldn't take the impact of the crash. I put the kids down for a nap and the moment I stepped out of their room, it felt like my heart burst and I went crashing to the floor. I flooded the house today. I flooded the house with my grief, my guilt, my pain and mostly... my tears. I couldn't catch my breath, holding onto wall for support. What have I become? Where have I gone? Where am I?

I don't know what it was that got me back on my feet. I just somehow did. So much has happened in such a short period of time and I haven't even found time to allow myself to take it all in. I just kept going. So today, of all days, one of the busiest of all, my soul couldn't take it anymore and broke.

This is a reminder for me. That I come first too.
How? I have no idea. I can't even find time to go to the bathroom, how am I supposed to find time for myself. I don't even know how to take time to myself. How do you have alone time? What is it? What do I do, exactly?

I have, spoken to all those mother's out there who have a children with additional needs. So I can't say that I haven't been warned about the hard times that will get to me. I just have to keep reminding myself that it will get better. 

I want to take this moment to reflect on everything my family and I have been through. I want to soak it all in. Every joy and hurt that I have just pushed aside. Every bit of stressed that I ignored and told myself, it wasn't real. This is my moment to take it in so tomorrow I can stand tall again and be the best mother I can be. 

For all the mothers who have children with additional needs and myself, who are reading this. I want to tell you that you are Great. You are Strong. You are Wonderful and you have done so much great without even knowing it (because really, when do we have time to look back to see what we have done. We just keep moving forward). 

We are important too. 

We are our children's voices. And to make our voices heard, we need to hear our own first. That voice inside our head that keeps reminding ourselves to take a break, have a coffee, have a walk - because when we come back we will have stronger voices and with those voices we will move mountains. 

Most of all - this is a reminder for me. 

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Dear Me,

Please read when you are feeling crap. Remember, we don't want this happening again. For everybody's sake.

From Me.

He is Perfect

Perfect. 


Or

Perfection.


What does it mean? What is perfect? What is it that you see before the word perfection leaves your mouth? What makes you believe that something is perfect? 

I don't even know how to begin to start to explain this lump in my throat. This throb in my heart that makes me feel as if I'm about to explode into a million and one pieces. I want to curl up with my children and protect them from everyone that could hurt them. 
Right now. This very moment, I would trade anything for this feeling to go. 

How do we as parents of such fragile children protect them from people. Protect them from the world that threatens to take more away everyday. How do we protect our children who have special-need siblings that they have not come into a life of hardship, but into a life full of life and appreciation without exposing them to ignorant people that crush their views and make them question otherwise. 

Since Mango got his NG tube, I've had more and more people come to me and ask what is wrong with him. Which doesn't bother me as much if they look like they really care. Some people just stop and stare until we are out of view. Some have the nerve to to blame me, as if I made him that way. Some openly quote that he isn't perfect. All this I can usually take in with a smile and kindly explain to them that Mango has chromosome abnormality and that this is just one of our little obstacles that we need to face but he is otherwise as healthy as he can be. 

Except today. Today. I can't seem to stand and smile while you allow the ignorant words flow out of your mouth and cut deep into my heart, while I nod and smile. Today, I will not justify their words to protect my heart. Because today, my heart is giving in to all the hurt and pain. 


Dear person that stop me in my tracks to ask about my Mango. You didn't just stop to ask about Mango's NG. You didn't just ask about why he is the way he is. You didn't just tell me that my baby wasn't perfect. You didn't just ask me what I did to him to turn out this way. You even dared to say that you felt sorry for Plum, that he has a sibling with special needs. You did all of the above within two minutes of you standing in front of me. 

Mango is perfection. His NG tube, hearing aids, eye patch and all. He, as a whole, is entirely perfect. Everything you see in my kid that you define as not perfect is what makes me think he is so perfectly perfect. 

We are all perfect. Just the way we are.

If most of us can see this. Why can't you?

New Family Member + Update

We finally have a new addition to the family. Another little boy. I will call him Plum for his dark skin and round cheeks, so round infact that they hang off his face a little bit. 

It has been ten weeks since Plum arrived and boy has alot happened. So here is everything in a nutshell...

Plum was born on a wonderful Thursday of February. We spent two days in hospital, leaving on the Saturday. On the Monday after we went into hospital for Mango's barium swallow assessment. This is an assessment, where Mango is being seated in a chair that is surrounded by a huge x-ray machine. I bring a whole bag of different foods that he usually eats and we feed him the food while this x-ray machine moves around his chest area (back and front) to see if any of the food we feed him goes down into his lungs. Which in shorter words is called aspiration. The results came back positive. He was aspirating on thin fluids and food. I would also like to just add that I actually saw with my own two eyes the food go down his chest. It was like a big blob that got stuck at the top of his chest and then dropped to the bottom of his chest. It was so surreal. One doctor and two speechies were present at the time of the assessment and they couldn't believe how much food was going down his small throat. We went home that day with strict instructions to only give him thicker foods and and no fluids. The following Friday we spent the day at the hospital (again) to put a nasal gastric tube into him so we could keep well hydrated since he cant have any fluids.

The next few weeks were full of appointments with the paediatrician, early intervention, our yearly vision assessment which our results were given straight away. It stated that something Mango could see within three meters and 'normal' adult could see within sixty meters. Pretty much telling us in the nicest way possible that he was blind. Well legally anyway. Yes, Legally blind. We also had an endocrinology appointment for growth hormones which we were currently rejected because he didn't meet the criteria. Absolutely ridiculous because when we checked the criteria, he passed all of them. 

This last week we also had BAER test (hearing test) for Mango. He had to go under anaesthetic. Those results also came back that he had a mild to moderate hearing loss. Mango will need hearing aids. 

As you can see, my baby has been through alot the past few weeks and it is only to get busier during the May period. All while this is going on, our dearest Plum has been as well behaved as I could have asked. He cries when he is hungry and sleepy but happy to just sit around and watch everything that is going on around him. 

Please if anyone has a story to tell about growth hormones that could help or give me some information with what is to come, please do say something. 

I need to go back and attend to my twins! 

Mamma of Mango 1 and 1/2 years old (size of 6 month old) and Plum 2 and 1/2 months (size of 2 and 1/2 month old) =)

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EXHAUSTED

Balanced and UNbalanced translocations in chromsomes

Balanced translocations in our chromosomes apparently are actually quite common. Not everybody has them but then again, alot of people do have them and they just don't know about it because it hasn't affected them.

A balance translocation is when 2 pairs of chromosomes are involved. When we look at the two chromosomes in a balanced translocation we see that all parts of the chromosomes are there. No part of it is missing neither added. Two things can happen in a balanced translocation. Such as:

What usually happens is that a piece of one chromosome is swapped with the other chromosome.

Or one part of the chromosome is attached to another part of the chromosome.

Either way, a person with a balanced translocation usually is never affected. What affects an individual with a chromosome disorder is that there is an imbalance. It's never any good to have too much of something or to little of something. It's like a scale. The scale always has to be even.

image: genetics home reference

NOTE: The information on this blog is just something I have learnt in my time as a mother of a child with a genetic disorder. I am not a qualified doctor or therapist, etc and do not claim that I have the knowledge to be. The information is merely for my family members, close friends and other parents with similar issues looking for other families and their experiences.

Mango's

Today my darling baby Mango ate a mango. Yes, like a round very sweet yellow mango. A milestone that hit me so hard I didn't even see it coming. I put a nice decent square piece of it in his mouth and he chewed it till it was all mush and then swallowed. He swallowed that piece of mango without choking and dying on me.

So today, I am an extremely proud Mama Bear and I use the word extremely because I am proud of him everyday but today I just happen to be extra proud. We pretty much thought that he would be on purees all his life and the rest of my days on this earth. Puree morning, afternoon and night. BUT today showed us that it won't always probably be like that. Today, I hope, is the day that we can start thicker foods that include more mouth movements.

Today is a good day. A milestone that not many parents take for granted because it is just what is expected and unfortunately have not seen the beauty in having the ability to have mouth control.

Outside there is a bright yellow sun, shining down on our green luscious grass. A bright yellow sun just like my little asian Mango who sits in his supported chair eating square pieces of Mango from my hand.

=)  

What car now?

So on our journey to become a family of four.. now still a family of 2 and half + ofcourse the one meatball that is in my belly rolling around. We felt the need to look for a new car. What car? One with a big boot.

See the problem is, we have a pram (a VERY. BIG. BEAUTIFUL. BLACK. pram) that can just fit in our boot. (We have a hatchback by the way). Which means no room for shopping or another seat. We also have coming our way, very soon, a stroller. A specialised stroller to fit Mango's needs. Things like head support, back support, leg support and all the other types of support you need when your 14 month old cant even roll around yet. So yeah. What I thought was a 15kg stroller turned out to be a 20kg stroller. My tail bone and back muscles are already aching just as the thought races through my mind. Our current pram is about 11 - 12 kg according to size, folds quite compact. I think. hehehe

So the conclusion was that if we are going to have two babies in a stroller, there is absolutely no way that it will fit in our car unless its on the roof (and that is not an option so don't even start to think why I can't do it myself).

It kinda sad though... you know. It was my first car... well one that I called my own that actually belonged to my husband which I claimed as my own.. uuummm no judging.

This car has been through it all with us.

Speaking of double prams. We need to start looking for a double pram that we can customise one of the seats. The stress that has come along with it, is just about as much stress as wondering if buying a new car is really worth it or not.

So I think an SUV is an option now. An SUV with a BIG boot space. 

I think it's time for me to get off the laptop. I can feel the little meatball kicking at the laptop. Probably a sign that I should be eating or something....

This is me.. the next 10 minutes...

To the me of tomorrow - Mango's 1st

Dear Mama Bear,

Your probably reading this because you know you needed to hear it today. Today, because today is Mango's first birthday. Somehow its a bitter sweet feeling. I understand the pain and joy you ar feeling right now. Well, because I'm you, writing this for today. To let you know that I understand how hard it is to be happy and yet be so sad at the same time. Mango is finally 1! We waited for a long time for this day to come and at the same time we wished this day would never come because of the reality check it would bring to us. I'm here to tell you that it's ok. I'm here to tell you the things we want to hear from our loved ones but they don't really understand our situation enough to tell us these things. 

I can't promise you that it won't hurt. I can't promise you won't cry and I can't promise that the future holds many different days than today. All I can tell you that what ever your feeling is ok. I understand that when you look at Mango would will see a child that has fought for a whole year. He had to fight, a fight that no person should ever have to fight and he had to fight it on his own. I understand that when you look at him to see a 2 to 3 month old child rather than a one year old who should be sitting atleast by now. I understand that it will hurt you to celebrate his one year birthday but wonder why your even celebrating because he kind of isn't really one at all. I can tell you why. We are celebrating not his birthday but his life of 1 year. We are celebrating that he is with us today and remember that not many bubs make it through pregnancy to be with family. We are celebrating his achievements in life and all the things he has accomplished including all the things our doctors told us he would never achieve. We are celebrating that fact that he knows Mama and Daddy. We are celebrating all the support we have had during this full year of therapy appointments, genetics and paediatrician appointments. We are celebrating your sons heart, the fact that it's beating strong refusing to stop. Most of all we are celebrating the fact that you are a family. A family that a bond has grown stronger than most families out there. Today we remember that we are blessed to have such a wonderful child who have changed us as people for the better. A child who has changed the way we see things, say things and do things. We are better people and without him, we would never know what it's like to be the better person we are today. 

You are a mother. A compassionate, caring and loving mother. You have given everything to this day and for that you should be proud. I know its hard and I'm not telling you that you shouldn't be sad. Your allowed to be sad. Noone should tell you that you shouldn't be sad. If you want to cry and laugh at the same time, then go for it. This is not only Mango's day too, this day if celebrating you too. The way he looks at your for reassurance before he does something because he knows you would never let anything happen to him. You are his whole world. You don't remember all the time but I'm here to remind you. 

From Mama Bear

Year 10 class

I was in my year 10 art class sitting down when there was a knock on our classroom door. A lady popped her head in, smiled at my art teacher and walked in with a young special needs girl holding her hand. All my years of being alive and I had JUST realised that special needs children can go to 'normal' school and that they have a lady following them around class to help them with work. I still don't know these people who help are called. Anyone?

Except all I remember that it was at that particular moment that I realised that I wanted a future with special needs. Whether it be working with the elderly, or playing with children or something along the lines of that. I knew that I wanted my future to be a part of something unique and special. I was always one of those kids that would be walking in a shopping centre and see a child in a wheelchair and STARE like I had never seen someone in a wheelchair before. But heres the thing, I know that my staring probably looked so rude as if I wasn't brought up with manners and I understand that if I was in that parents position I would want to slap me on the face. In my head though, it was a whole different story. In my head (I remember this very clearly so some reason I don't know why) I was thinking that if I stared at this kid with a worried face as my expression, I would kind of show that person that I was caring and that the parents would understand I actually wanted to be friends with this kid and help this kid and not the other way around. I don't know why that made sense to me at the time. Sounds twisted doesn't it? I know. I have no explanation for the way my brain works. It scares me sometimes.

However, I never pursued that goal and only god knew why. Now years after, I understand that my life was written out for me and even though at the time all I could see was my goal, The Lord had a much higher and more rewarding goal for me in my future. It was probably from when I was a child and I used to stare at special needs kids that it was just the beginning of my journey to become a the mother I am today of a child with a disability. I sit back and I realised yet again how great Allah is and how he prepared me for such a rewarding role in life.  

MRI

Mango had an recently had an MRI for his brain. Can you have an MRI for other parts of your body because if you can, I certainly didn't know that. The surgeons would be like 'Do you know where the MRI will be done?' - I would pretty much be like 'heh?! His brain, no?'. I sat on the hospital bed, holding Mango and watched my little boy smile and try and talk to me while the surgeons put the gas mask around his mouth and nose. He was talking happily and watching him slowly fall asleep felt like I was letting him go. We gazed into each others eyes until he slowly drifted away and the whole time all I could see were complete trust that my baby had for me. I somehow felt as if I was betraying him. My heart was breaking, becoming whole and breaking all over again countless times. In a split moment I visualised my son slipping away from me rather than just falling asleep. I gulped down the biggest rock that was stuck in the throat. Next thing I knew I was being showed the exit to wait in a waiting room where many other anxious parents were waiting. Being around anxious parents pacing up and down and everyone trying to put on a brave face - was a lot of help. Ehh.. Who am I kidding. I was ready to have a panic attack run around the corridors screaming 'GIVE ME MY BABY BACK!'. 

Thank you Allah for my husband. 

He took me for a walk and coffee to calm the nerves. All while the image of Mango staring at me until he fell asleep in my arms. I have to admit, I have never drank coffee faster than I did that day. I just wanted to get back, walk up and down the hallways and wait for a nurse to call me in. An hour later, the anaesthetists we spoke to before the MRI came to let us know all went well and that they were just going to give him a few minutes to wake up. About 5 minutes later I heard a loud screeching cry coming from inside the ward. I knew straight away it was Mango because he has that hold-you-breath-and-scream type of cry. A nurse called me in to calm him down which I happily did. After 2 hours in recovery, we were allowed to go home. I don't think I could ever do that again...

Support

Today, I wanted to talk about support. I want to try and explain to people who want that understanding of what parents of special needs children and special needs children themselves go through. I typed and deleted and retyped and delete over and over again. I feel as if I need to play my part in helping raise awareness for the community and help them understand. I originally started off by trying to write and post up information about certain things and write about our daily lives and the things that we go through (which is also to try and help people understand what journeys we take) except this is different. I think it is anyway. I pray I do this as much justice as it deserves.

I've been to so many appointments and countless times have they asked if I have support. It was only recently that I asked myself, what is support? Is it to help take care of my children, to have someone to talk to, to help me clean my house, to buy my groceries or to cook me food. What is it? Its all of them, one of them or a few of them. Unfortunately, it's never none of them.

Most parents don't really care if the physical support is there or not. We love it ofcourse but what we look for most of the time is the emotional support. Like all families there are always ups and downs and most of them are very similar and some are very, very different.

Physical support is awesome. It is so difficult running up and down for appointments that we parents begin to forget about the life that we are actually leading and for parents who have more than one child, it can be extremely difficult to give all children the attention they need. I mean I'm sure its hard enough to juggle two typical growing children and then we change on of those children to a special needs child - who requires you 24 hours/7 days. No more time left. Helping with physical support can be grocery shopping, running errands etc. and sometimes it's all about giving a parent a five minute break to remember that they have a body to take care of aswell.

Emotional support (I speak for all parents with any type of child)... it's the same for everyone. It changes the way parents and people lead their lives. A small 'hey, your doing great!' can change the whole attitude for the day and make the rest of the week a very good one. Sometimes our days have been filled with stress or bad news and all we need is to let off a bit of steam or maybe some loud thinking with somebody near by to listen but not talk.

Maybe the best advice I can give on this post is that if you ever see a parent of a special needs child crying, the only thing you really need to let them know is 'Im here'. That's all. 
Sometimes our grief and pain get the best of us when we let our guard down and our scar tissue can't keep it together and we break. We break into a million pieces because somewhere along the 2 minutes that we were just looking at our child who can't walk, or talk, or has an oxygen tube attached to their throat, or a feeding tube that runs through their belly button carried by a back pack that has become a second limb without even noticing, we realise that our child may be like that for the rest of their lives. Dependent on something to help them with the most basic things in life. We realise that our child may never grow up into an adult and be that dream that we always dreamt of. It dosen't matter how many times or when we came to terms with that dream, the hurt doesn't change. It always feel brand new. So, just by letting a parent know that you are there, helps. I don't know how and I don't know why. All I know is that when your broken for so many reasons that you can't even remember them all, it helps to just hear those comforting words of someone letting you know that they are there. Knowing what a parent is broken about isn't as important as making sure they don't feel alone.

For all parents... from me to you

ehh...

I had a few friends over the other night. Put my little munchkin to bed and made sure he was drunk with milk that he couldn't even keep his eyes open to finish the bottle. I ordered a pizza and everyone else made dessert. Sat down all together, let the kids run wild while we sat in at the dinning table (where by the way many great conversations have taken place) and we chatted away till even the mice couldn't stay awake.

Chit. Chat. Chit. Chat and I was telling everyone about my terrible history with the paediatric orthoptist at the hospital when I realised that I was reopening a wound that hadn't even healed yet. It felt like I was scratching at a scab and unfortunately I had successfully peeled that dried layer of blood off and I before I knew it, i had started to bleed. I broke into a million pieces without being warned.

I felt hopeless. That very moment I felt like I couldn't go on. I couldn't do it anymore. It was the last straw that I had to give and someone had taken it from me. I felt like my lungs were being squeezed and my heart was about to come out of my chest any moment. I broke. I broke and all the strength that I used to keep myself together was yelling it. That week I was also suffering from a sore throat and was croaking. So imagine  runny nose, puffed eyes and red face make a nice crying picture... except when you turn the sound on and all you hear is a frog croaking uncontrollably as if cheering for the footy.

After a few minutes of what seemed like a fight to get myself together and stop croaking uncontrollably. I felt like all my armour had been shined although dented everywhere, I was ready to begin again. Which also, brought me to the the thought "hold on. I have no voice. I actually have NO voice. How am I supposed to be my son's voice and be serious when everyone around me was to busy laughing at my croak instead of concentrating on my words." So I did the inevitable.  I drank an asian remedy for a sore throat. Pear, lots of blended ginger and lemon. Hold it! As much as colourful rainbow that might sound, it is really rather-stick-your-finger-in-your-mouth-and-vomit-because-that-taste-is-enough-to-kill disgusting. No lie. Try it if you don't believe me. Before you do though, let me know and I would like to see your face as you do it. =)

Diagnosis, grieving and accepting

GOD always has something for you,

a key for every problem,

a light for every shadow,

a relief for every sorrow and

a plan for every tomorrow

Dear Mother and Father of a special needs child. It is nothing that you did or did not do that could have made this happen or is the reason that your child is special needs. It just was. 

From the moment Mango was born, I knew something was wrong. It was my maternal instinct that told me that something but I don't know what, was wrong. I used to tell my husband that Mango was sick or something but it just didn't feel right. He used to tell me that I was dreaming. 

Ofcourse, lo and behold 9 weeks later we received the diagnosis that our precious boy had a very rare chromosome disorder. So from then on... I always trust what my gut tells me.

{After diagnosis, the family goes through a whole process or recovery. It feels as though someone has shot you in the heart - your heart is aching, screaming in pain but just wont stop beating and suddenly the next thing you know your in a coma. Your awake but your body paralysed. At first you thing that maybe your dreaming and you can't understand why or what has just happened. You can't scream out and ask for help because the voice inside your head is screaming but your mouth isn't moving. }

From this moment on... everyone carries on with their lives, nothing about it has changed except that your paralysed and the only people suffering is you and the people that are closest to you. Well in my case.

Grieving. Then we finally learn and understand what has happened. How could this have happened? What did I do to deserve this? WHY did this happen? OH MY LORD!!!

Grieving can come in many different way depending on the person. I know for me personally I went in fight response and just turn all sensory and emotional feeling off and skipped right into doing something. Which ofcourse was o.k. for the time being. My problem? I never grieved. 

It's important for us to grieve. Those tears and sad words and cries for help. That all needs to come out. We need to go through falling down, curling up in a ball and crying before we are able to stand up, straighten our clothes out and stand tall. It's all part of the process. I hate to say it but I don't know if I can really get over this. 

Accepting. A friend once told me accepting doesn't mean that once you have accepted, you are not sad. To accept something you don't have to happy about it. You can still not be happy with it and who knows we might never be happy with it. It just means we accept and are ready to live with it in a different was than we have been. Not physically but more mentally. Our brains are still all mushy and squashed but it just means we can see a little bit, even a tiny winy bit clearer now. 

So my quest to get over grieving was a goal I was trying to reach for many months now. I can't say that it has been that easy and that it ever will be. I know now that my baby is the way he is. I would never change anything about him. I know that now. This is it and there is no wishing how thing were different but hoping that maybe this will start getting better.

He is who he is and I love him. I loved him from the moment we found out we were expecting. If he wasn't Mango, he wouldn't be mine. Not a day goes by that my heart doesn't ache from the hurt and pain I feel. The knowing of that my beautiful just so wonderful boy will ever have a normal life. Will ever be able to love and hold someone. To even KNOW that someone is there. To feel like he is not different but the SAME. I can't grasp the idea that Mango might one day realise the children around him are playing, running around, using their hands, talking and laughing, all these things that everyone takes for granted because they don't know how hard it is to 'move that hand, grab that toy or focus on that face' when these things are supposed to come naturally - and he can't do any of that. Will he ever feel INcluded rather than EXcluded. So my heart aches. I dont think that a day in my life will go by that it doesn't but now that I have grieved I see things differently. Yes, my heart is aching and screaming out   all week sometimes but I see things differently. I've cried all my tears till not one tear was left unshed and ached all my pains till the aching when numb. Then I finally stood up and told myself that it's over. That part is over. It's time to move on now. I don't know how but I will try. WE will try. 

 I see this as an opportunity. We will learn all our lives about how to do things. How to have more patience and how to love more and appreciate more. We will take this as an opportunity for learning. Well... We learn all our lives don't we?

P.S. So many parents have gotten to the end... If they can. WE can too. 

Not Alone (still trying to believe everyday)

After several months of doing it alone, with no one I knew who were going through the same things my family was going through, I finally pulled my socks up, took my courage and gave it a good shake. I needed to find people, HUMANS!!! I wanted to find people with experience. It didn't matter if the child had the same chromosome disorder, a different one or didnt have any chromosome disorder just a small delay. I didn't care. I just wanted to meet special needs parents and listen to their special needs experience. I felt so helpless. 

How is it that I sit around all day, praying and exercising Mango so he can learn to look at things, lift his head up and bring his hands to his mouth and yet after months he still cant do it.

Back to the point, that is a totally different post. I finally signed up for the Unique support group. I found play groups for special need parents and what ever else I could find. I was desperate even if it meant I had to go door knocking. 

UNIQUE is a support group for special needs parents with children or family who have rare chromosome disorders. They were so wonderful. We emailed back and forth and then I joined their facebook network cafe (closed group). There, I didn't meet parents who had the same disorder as my son but I met parents going through the exact same thing I was going through. From sleepless nights to hypotonia and feeding issues. Everyone, regardless of race, religion, country or colour we were all united but one thing... our loved ones needs. Parents with adult children who have been diagnosed and new parents who jut found out early or late. 

So for all parents out there whose children are special needs.. mild or severe, you are not alone. You might feel alone, like I did and I sometimes still do but your not. There are people out there, maybe worse or maybe not so severe at all but We are all united by one thing. Our UNIQUE children.  

Mango and Eczema

Over the past few weeks Mango has been having a sever case of eczema. In the beginning I thought that it was just heat rash. But it starting to peel and scar up and we haven't even been in the sun! So sunburn was out of the question. His face, ears, chest, belly, legs, feet and arms all were covered in red rash. Poor little one. He would rub his face into my chest as if he were to try and dig a hole with his face. My friend's bub has eczema and she bought me QV bath oil and Dermaveen lotion for eczema.

I took Mango to the GP and she her eyes nearly popped out. She gave me some steroid cream (not strong ofcourse 1%) and she told me to go home and put it on him straight away. 

After a few days of using the steroid cream it has become so much better so i'm back to just using the QV and Dermaveen. Well anyways, one thing I learnt from a friend was to wash him with oats. So When ever I gave him a quick bath under the sink, I would put some outs into an old stocking and rub it all over his body. Surprisingly he came out of that bath much more calmer and lets red. It works. 

Overall... Eczema sucks. Anyone have any other tips they would like to share? I would love to know. One lady came to me and told me to try and use Devondale butter. As in Devondale margarine. I haven't tried it yet...

Letter to Sue Austin 'Deep sea diving.. in a wheelchair'

Sue Austin deep diving.. in a wheelchair
image from ted.com

A friend of mine sent me this link to a video called 'Deep sea diving...in a wheelchair'. I read the title twice before I clicked the link that would send me to the video, I was like 'wwwhhhhaaaaaa?'. 

So before I put the link down for everyone to watch, I'd just like to say a few words to Sue Austin who was the lady who actually went diving in a wheelchair in the sea.

I'll begin by saying, thank you thank you thank you. THANK YOU. Your belief and motivation has not only inspired myself and people around the world but has also educated people on another perspective of what the word 'disability' means. It's an eye-opener on so many different levels. I, for one, can not begin to explain how much you have lifted my heart up from ten feet down in the ground. You're video gives my family hope, my Mango a whole new way of looking at life. Not one with limited potential of where our goal is to be the norm but a whole new goal of being more than the norm. I believe and hope that one day Mango can achieve great things but boy... I tell ya, seeing it is a whole lot different than just believing it. It suddenly changes the belief into reality and so with that I replace the word 'believe' to 'know'. I now KNOW, one day Mango will achieve swimming in deep sea, bungee jumping, parachuting or what ever it is he wants. If it's in his two feet or I have to carry him in my arms. We will achieve it. HE will achieve it.

So with that said, I hope all you wonderful people whether your a parent of a special needs child, special needs yourself or just someone passing buy. I do hope that this makes your day the way it made mine. I hope that it inspires you to see things differently and when the word 'special needs' comes up, you do your part by showing that instead of 'limited, handicap, pity' should be popping up in our minds we change that by thinking of 'love, potential and most of all able'.

Enjoy! http://www.ted.com/talks/sue_austin_deep_sea_diving_in_a_wheelchair.html

P.S. Thank you dear friend

Half roll

What an odd week. I sat around playing with Mango dangling a toy infront of his face wondering if he actually was looking at it or he was looking right through it. It took him 5 months to start using his eyes properly and start focusing. When I say focusing, I mean look at my face. Actually looking at it and not past it.

When Mango was 3 months he could roll from his back to a bit more than his side. More like three quarters of the way. At 4 months he got casts put on his feet to try and correct his vertical talus. We had him in casts for a week and between that time he couldn't pick his feet into the air, move them even an inch and definitely not roll. 

One of the symptoms of Mango's chromosome disorder is that he can learn to do something but there is no guarantee that he will remember it. This is what happened when we had him in casts. After a week of casts, he forgot how to do everything with his legs except kick. THANK. GOD. for the kicking. I was so grateful to see that he hadn't forgot about his legs all together. Three months on now, with alot of exercising and massaging, I can proudly say that he now has the ability to roll on to his side without any help.

I know this is not really much of a big deal to anyone else but for our little man, it's a great achievement. We were told that he may never be able to do anything. From lifting his head to sitting and even walking or talking. In these months that have passed, he can now lift his head briefly and roll to his side. =)

So for all those people who thought and said he couldn't. His proving you wrong. 

Exercises to help with baby's head control

• Tummy time using boomerang pillow, rollers, rolled up towel and placing a toy infront of them
• Flexed carry "In a ball"
  - tuck head forward aiming chin to chest
  - hold both shoulders forward to help baby bring hands together in the middle
  - bend knees up towards chest
  NOTE: They don't need to be all scrunched up so their squashed but something along the lines of those rules.
• Pulling up to sit form shoulders ( sitting on the floor with your knees bent, place bub between your belly and your knees)
  - keep his head in midline
  - this position is a lovely one to use for talking to bub, working on eye contact,showing him stimulating toys, etc.
  - hold his shoulders forward bringing his hands together closely so he can feel them and learn to bring them to his mouth
  - Gently pull him up as far as he is able to control his head

Exercise to help with rolling

• Turn his hips slowly to the side as if he were to roll
• Allow him to try and lift his head while on his side (lifting his head so his ear will touch his shoulder)
• Giving him firm pressure down through his hips so that he can more easily practise lifting his head up
• Play is side lying position, keeping top leg bent and assisting bub to reach for toy with upper arm
• Then slowly encourage him to roll onto his back again
• Remember to practise on both sides

All the best