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.

Chromosome 18 (Distal 18q-) - PART TWO

Please read "Chromosome 18 (Distal 18q-) - PART ONE" before reading this post if you haven't already done so....

Facial Features:
Facial features do not affect a person's health or development. People with chromosomal anomalies may look a little different from their family members and people with similar chromosomal anomalies may also look very similar to each other.
People with chromosome 18q- may look like they have a flat/squashed face. The space between their eyes might be a bit wide. They may have an extra fold of skin covering the corner of their eye. Their ears might be lower and look a little bit different from an 'average' persons ear. 
Just because someone has an 18q- deletion and they may present all these facial features, it is important to remember that they may also look very much alike to family members.

When Mango was born, I'm pretty sure what alerted the doctors in the beginning were his facial features. Thus, the beginning of our roller coaster ride. 
His faced looked very round and flat. His eyes were set wider apart than what I had seen on 'typical' babies and his ears were low. I noticed this because his ears were not in-line with his eyes. They were lower. 
We had originally thought that he looked very much like his dad. I think Papa Bear and I both felt in our hearts that something was a little bit off but we just couldn't put our fingers on it. Until ofcourse the geneticist came to see us in our hospital room. Even he didn't think anything was wrong but still a doubtful feeling lingered in the air urging us to look deeper. So we did. Thank God. 

Immunology:
It isn't that common to have low levels of IgA but some people with distal 18q- may have this. IgA is a protein that helps fight off infections. People who have a low level os IgA are more likely to get infections and colds. This can be managed by treating the infection, allergy or asthma early.

It was only recently that I started to wonder if Mango had an immune problem. He was always getting sick and if he is near someone who is even the slightest sick, he usually gets a worse case and it stays with him for a good few weeks to month. The blood test result that we had done, came back normal. So I'm still floating around in the air wondering what I should do now. There has to be an explanation for him getting sick all the time.

Lifespan:
When someone is diagnosed with 18q-, the family's first question is often 'What does this mean for my child's lifespan?". Speaking generally if the person is in good health, there is no reason that they shouldn't live till adulthood. 


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.

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) =)

cutepaws.com

EXHAUSTED

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.

=)  

Chromsomes

I would say I know quite a bit about chromosomes but if you asked me to explain everything I know to you, I wouldn't know what to say. I would have a mind-blank. However, I know that I have asked a few family member and few friends to join me on this journey and follow us, as I slowly but surely update a little bit about our lives when ever I get the chance. So here I go... Im going to try and explain chromosomes in the most basic and simple form as I can before I explain Mango's chromosome anomaly (abnormality).

In every human body we have cells. Cells, are what make up our body. If we were to take one cell from our body and place it under a microscope, zoom in really close we would see that so much is happening in just ONE tiny cell. In each cell we have chromosomes. In each chromosomes we have genes. These genes tell our body what to do and how to do things. (So when our child either has a duplication or a deletion in the chromosome, the doctor's tell us how much of it is missing and added. When they tell us this - they are actually telling us which part of the gene in the chromosome that is missing). 

Every person has 23 pairs of chromosomes. One copy of each chromosome from the mother and one from the father.
Mother - In a mother's 'egg' she has one copy of chromosome 1 to chromosome 22, and the 23rd chromosome being the sex chromosome, which would be an 'x' chromosome. 
Father - In a father's 'sperm' there is also only one copy of chromosome 1 to chromosome 22, and the 23rd chromosome being the sex chromosome. The sex chromosome from the father can either be an 'x'(female) or 'y'(male) chromosome. In saying this, the sex of the baby is determined from the father.

This is what two pairs of chromosomes look like (in a cartoon kinda way): 

Example

Asking yourself what your looking at? I asked myself the same thing... 

Every copy of a chromosome has one short arm (p arm), a centromere and  one long arm (q arm). This means every pair of chromosomes have two short arms (p arm) and two long arms(q arm).

So, you see the dark shade of purple labeled 'P'? This is what scientist and everyone else call's the 'P arm' OR 'the short arm'. The lighter shade of purpler labeled 'q'  is either called the 'q arm' OR 'the long arm'. The yellow circle in the middle is called a 'centromere' which acts like the body part of the chromosomes holding the two arms (p arm and q arm) together. The centromere is the centre part of the chromosome but this doesn't mean it is always the centre of the chromosome when speaking about the length of it. Then there is an outline, outlining the entire chromosome which is called a 'telomere' and this keeps the entire chromosome together. 

The genes inside the chromosome are identified by using a special type of dye that defines their differences. Each part of the chromosome will be affected differently when the dye comes into contact with them. By this happening it identifies certain 'G-bands' within the chromosome which are labeled by numbers. The smallest number starting from the centromere to the largest number ending at the end of the arm furthest from the centromere. 

Something like this:

Chromo 18.org

I'm pretty sure I haven't covered all of the facts about chromosomes but I think it's most of the things that you need to know about Mango's chromosome anomaly.

Fact: In saying all that I have said. I would like to add one last thing to this short post. I found particularly interesting even though it meant nothing. Each chromosome is a certain size. The largest of the chromosome being chromosome no.1 to the smallest chromosome being chromosome no.22. 

Thanks,
xx


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.

Chromosome 14 and Chromosome 18

Chromosome 14 and Chromosome 18 are Mango's affected chromosomes.

There.

I said it.

Finally.

I'm not sure why I kept the chromosome numbers a secret the past year. I was mostly worried about me telling people the chromosomes involved and they would search it up on the internet the same way I did. Find all the information that I found and freak out. Like I did. I also had a small hole in my heart worried about how people would look at Mango after they knew what they did. So many other small reasons, like I was trying to protect him from the worst. I think now, I was trying to protect myself. Protect myself from opening up the wounds that haven't really healed. The wounds that probably will never really heal but only close with a thin layer of skin.

When we received the diagnosis for Mango, the geneticist couldn't have stressed more, that we should not search online. Ofcourse, that's exactly what I did as soon as we got home. I can't say exactly that it was a bad thing or a very good thing but it was definitely more good than bad. I shocked myself with all the pictures I saw and all the things I read but in time I came to accept that, that could be the worst and I would have to live with it somehow or another. Everything I read or learnt something that had something to do with Mango's chromosomes, I would share with my husband. I feel like I was trying to peel our hearts open layer by layer just to torture myself so my husband and I would stop feeling emotions. The more it hurt to read, the more times I would reread and reread what I didn't want to read anymore. In time we came to accept it all somehow, ready for everything we had learnt.

I would also like to share with you, everything I have learnt about Mango's unbalanced translocation.



P.S. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing this milestone with me in opening up about Mango's chromosome numbers. It's taken more than a while to come this far and I am very glad that I have finally gotten this off my chest. Most of all, thanks for putting up with all the ranting...

Keep in touch!

Number 2

Yep - thats right. We're pregnant again! We are finally here now, Officially calling it a pregnancy and not a 'if this is a pregnancy'. YAY!! Three cheers to us!! Mango is going to be a big brother! 

When we first found out, it was quite weird. Me and hubby had already discussed that we were going to do testing to check out in this bub have a chromosome abnormality or not. So, when we did find out - We knew what direction to go in.

At 7 weeks we were booked in for an ultrasound to determine how far along in the pregnancy I was, so we could book a date for a CVS (Chorionic Villus Sampling). In English - It means to take a piece of the placenta, test it and culture it so all the chromosomes can grow and test that again. Don't worry. you don't need to feel stupid. You should have seen the look on my face when the genetics councillor said CVS. I didn't know which question to ask first. What is a CVS? Who is a CVS? Let's not get started on what a fool I made myself out to be.
At 13 weeks, our CVS was performed. I had done a tiny bit of research about what a CVS was and it seemed like a very basic procedure. All the 'experiences' I had read were very good ones saying that it didn't really hurt and that they went back to normal routine within a few days. LIIIIIEEEESSS!!!!
ALL LIIIEESSS I TELL YOU!!

I didn't mean to be that dramatic.

It was a painful procedure. I have to admit that. The needle sticking inside my belly and pushing and pulling to suck up a bit of placenta. Gross and painful. I remember the Doctor telling me to try and not tense. How do I NOT tense my body when a needle is stuck in a belly and keeps poking away at my placenta. Please tell me. Thats right. You can't. You just stay as still as you can and hope that you survive the next few minutes without wrenching that needles out yourself. The End.

The waiting period was definitely like waiting a thousand years. We waited and we waited. Every time a private number would call, I practically screamed hello as I picked up the phone. Probably, wasn't even fast enough picking up the phone and Im pretty sure most of what they heard was the end of hello 'OO O O O oo' .
When 2 weeks and 1 day finally arrived. I couldn't wait any longer and called our geneticist. Receptionist told us that results weren't in. The sound of my despair probably made her feel bad so she told me she would get the geneticist to call the lab and call me by the afternoon.

Afternoon came and I received a call from our geneticist. For some reason My heart dropped as I picked up the phone call. 'GOOD NEWS' she announced. I don't know why I was thrilled by this point but all I could say was 'which part of it is good news?'. Im very pessimistic aren't I. I think I see that now. But all of it was good news and I didn't know how to feel. I still don't. We are very excited to have a new edition to the family. Giving Mango a sibling will also hopefully help him in his development. No longer a new couple with a baby. Somehow 4 feels like a family.


*few tears of joy*

Thank you for sharing this happy time with us.

Please keep us in your prayers!

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.  

Dr A - prediction for the future

Aaaahhhh... Its been a while. Me and you. Together. You know... sitting here infront of our screens sharing this moment...

Eeeeerrrrmmmmm....

Well, we saw Dr A this afternoon (Dr A = Paediatrician). Booking an appointment to see her is like trying to book for the president. We waited three months. Not because we wanted to but because she was booked out. Why? Because she is AWESOME! Like my kid. His awesome. You know that.

We sat in that room for an hour talking about Mango. While he sat there trying to join in the conversation with us.

Mango: Excuse me. I know your speaking about me. Don't face my pram to the wall! I can't see!
Well, I assume that was what he was trying to tell us with all his babbling and screeches.

What I thought had been very mild spasms Mango has been having, turned out that it might actually be seizures. Damn. All I know about seizures are that they could fry your brain. Sorry, no nicer way to put it. Fry. Fry like frying something on a fry pan till its burnt. Damn again. Which if we can really confirm they are ACTUAL seizures then that would explain many things such as his development. Oops. Thats one things BUT its a big thing. ONE. BIG. thing. Booked for an EEG. You know the most stupid thing about an EEG? An EEG is supposed to pick up seizures and high brain activity. The only way they can detect that is if this poor person has a seizure during the scan. WTH? Seriously? What are the chances. Most the families I have met who have children with epilepsy tell me that this scan is pretty much useless. Can I say damn again? Damn.  Oh boy... This isn't even the beginning.

Dr A tried to do a small assessment on him based on her own knowledge and her experience with other children she has worked with during her 15 years as a paediatric doctor.
Her overall conclusion was that Mango is a happy and healthy boy. He will learn to communicate in a way that he finds best for him, in his own way. He will probably never have the chance to go to a 'normal' school or be 'normal'. He probably may never talk or walk but we can only hope that he will some day. He will always remain the little boy he is today. Never being able to be independent in any kind of way. He has medical issues and we can definitely try to get them all under control. *sighs* - all I remember was that voice inside of me screaming louder than Dr A was talking. I wasn't shocked. I was hurt. It just doesn't change. The hurt doesn't change. it always hurts the same and as bad as it did the first time. I slowly started to tear up, so I turned my face away from Dr A to take a look at Mango who was staring into space. I just wanted her to stop. Stop talking. I know reality and I accept it. I just don't want to hear it.. but she kept going. She said - I do believe that your journey will be a very difficult one and there will be many obstacles along the way. I know how hard it is to remember and know but as much as it will be a very hard journey, it will also be a very rewarding one too. As his doctor too, to him accomplish new things will be rewarding for me because we will be seeing each other for a very long time (aka for the rest of his life). - Don't you get it. I don't want to see you for the rest of Mango's life. I never want to see you again! -  We will continue with the therapies and start with speech, - as if we dont have enough of therapies to even make time for more. - We will get to know each other other better and work through things as the years pass.  -Far out. I think this is the start of a bitter sweet relationship. - 

We walked out of room in silence. Walking to the car was silence. It felt like the silence was making us all deaf and this one time, we would let the silence make us deaf so we couldn't hear our own thoughts...

Parents

Being a parent of a special needs child is truly something I would call an emotional roller coaster. You think nothing can get worse but somehow it does. You feel as though your getting your feet on the ground again and somewhere along the road you tripped and fell on your face realising that your not quite there yet. You tell yourself and deep down in your heart you know that one day, you WILL get there but damn it - someone please tell me WHEN?!

We, who are so blessed to have someone in our life that might have a disability - understand what it means to be put to the test of what our unconditional love means. We wake up every morning ready to start a new day. Ready to fight for our children's challenging abilities. Whether its the simple things that we are trying to succeed or the more difficult things that us 'typical' people carry out as nothing. We NEVER prepare ourselves for what the next day has in store for us. We don't bother because we don't know what it holds. Today is already too much.

I start to think of all the people that I have crossed paths with during my life as a mother of a special needs child and I being to realise that there is a pattern of ignorance when the word 'special needs' is added to the conversation. Early on after Mango's diagnosis, I had to make the decision on how I would explain to people who had no experience of caring for someone with special needs. As much as I feel like throwing my arms and legs in the air like a child throwing a tantrum, I chose to educate people about children with additional needs. Ofcourse, because I love the fact that I put the extra stress on myself but I do it anyway. If not for myself and my sanity but for Mango. All people see from special needs or disability is hard, limited, worthless, handicap but noone ever stops to look at my child to only see that inside those loveable eyes there is a warrior. A strong soul that refuses to stop trying.

So heres the thing... When me and husband found out we were expecting a new addition to our family - it didn't start off by going to centrelink to fill in form and accidentally tick the box 'health problems'. All we knew was that we wanted him in our arms as soon as possible and not in my belly. When we were told of Mango's diagnosis, I wont deny the fact that we were both shocked and scared but it didn't mean we wanted to turn back time. We still wanted him. We still loved him the same way when we found out he was on his way. The only thing that was different was the way we would lead our lives. We now knew that he had to fight everyday for the simple things. Seriously fight... We had over 3 months intensive therapy to open up his thumbs. His thumbs!

We spend everyday in what I like to call 'play therapy'. For the days that we aren't spending in  a hospital waiting room, we play. We play opening our fingers, we play chewing, we play sticking our tongue out, we play standing with our whole foot on the ground, we play with turning our heads from side to side, we sing and sign in AUSLAN because unfortunately for my child, these simple things feel like climbing Mount Everest. These simple and natural human abilities have been a battle for him.

Don't get me wrong though, I have no problem with this. Except today, I feel a bit cranky. Please don't be offended with what I say here. I truly do not mean to be rude in any way and I am very sorry if you do.

I truly believe that parents with typical growing children, who have no experience with what special needs is like dont really understand that real meaning of appreciation and I understand that, they probably never will. That is so fine with me because I understand that you can't really appreciate something until you lose it. OR maybe I've got it all wrong here, maybe what I'm saying is that people need to think before they speak. I can usually suck it up when I hear a parent brag about how advance or bright their child is and that's great! There is no problem with having pride in your child for accomplishing something early or even accomplishing something but please don't rub it in the face of a mother who's child is nearly one and can't even lift his head properly. Once - twice - three times and thats enough. Would you in your right mind complain about how your child is driving you insane if the person you were talking to had recently lost a child? No. Daaaahh...

I'm sure many parents know exactly what I am talking about. So please be considerate. We want to celebrate with you, your children's accomplishments but you don't need to keep rubbing it in our face. And those who say things like 'I wish he would just stop walking! He walks to much and touches everything'. Please I know what your trying to say is 'He is very active and sometimes its a bit overwhelming', so please say it as it is and DO NOT say that you wish your child would stop walking! You do not wish that because I pray that god forbid that your child stop walking one day, you will be wishing that even though you never meant what you said at the time - you definitely will be wishing that those words didn't come out of your mouth the way they did.

It truly hurts to the core to see the look in your child face and see deep in their eyes that they want to play with the children but not physically have the ability to do so. It crushes your heart to see your baby not developing and see the kids around him who were born after him develop into strong able toddlers.

OMG. I just realised that I haven't stopping typing. If you haven't got bored by now. Thank you dearly for reading.
xxx

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

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Mango has been in hospital because of bronciolitis. His been so floppy and weak. I sit here bouncing his rocker and when I look at him, my heart breaks. He fights everyday and so I asked myself what's the difference now? He is still fighting, fighting off an infection. The difference is that the past few days, I've seen him surrender. I don't know how other mothers do it. I look at my baby who is attached to a feeding tube and oxygen. His mouth hangs open because he has no more strength to even holding closed and I ask myself how can I fight for him? I know it's just something that life is - to fight everyday. I thought my heart couldn't break anymore than it had but I as wrong. I as very wrong. My heart breaks as if it were never broken to start with. Mango looks at me with swollen pink eyes and tears streaming down his face, crying for me as if begging me to help him. All I can do is pat his back.... 

Please keep us in your prayers....

We want to be heard

Hello all! So I've been looking around for some inspiration. I found lots but one thing in particular that I happened to stumble across was a comment from a mother trying to get her a special needs bed for her daughter and the government/hospital or who ever the staff was, gave her a hard time about getting it and called her a bad mother.

My blood is boiling slowly for this dear mother. Let me start off by saying that this behaviour from professional staff is absolute disgusting. How dare someone call a mother bad. A parents of a special needs child is a warrior. When we request, we request not for us but for our children.

We don't spend most of our days in hospitals, whether its for an appointment or an emergency for our own well being. We do it for ours kids. We sacrifice our time making sure our little ones have everything they need and everything that makes them comfortable.

I'm not saying that we are better than other parents. I know for a fact that all parents do their best for their kids. Special needs children just need that extra care, extra time and the extra effort. So while mothers take their children to gym so they can learn how climb a ladder or jump on a trampoline, we take our children to Physio therapy or OT so they can learn that they have muscles, hands and feet and that we use these to touch or hold.

So back to the point about the mother fighting for her child to have a secure bed a night. How could someone call a mother who had spent more time taking care of her baby and requesting something for her own child's safety be seen as a bad mother. I just don't get it. 

I understand that feeling very similar to the look that a few doctors gave me when I was asking them a questions about Mango as if to think I was overreacting. Yes, I understand I am a first time mum but I do have experience. I had the honour of baby sitting a lot for my sister and I got to know those children pretty damn well. I knew the look they had when they were sick or upto something and so on. Same thing with my son, except that its easier because I have that mother instinct that god has given me in my gut to send me messages on things that I should probably do for him.

I might not have all the experience in the world but the thing is I'm not claiming too. We mothers parents just appreciate being listened to and understood nicely, instead of thinking that we are just over reacting or paranoid. Am I not right?

Well... That was a bit of a rant in the end. Thanks for finishing though. Xxx

Update - Orthopaedic Surgeon

We had an appointment with the orthopaedic surgeon the other day. His assistant looked at Mango's feet and said they looked normal! He didn't really know what he was talking about obviously. The Dr said that what ever we did, Mango would still need surgery regardless of what we tried to do. Right?.... Wrong. Don't get me wrong. I'm very happy to be wrong in that situation.

The Dr came up to our table, looked at Mango's feet and he also said they looked 'normal'! As if his feet were never really vertical talus in the first place. He continued telling us that in his whole career he has never seen a vertical talus in his life that has fixed itself. By that point we didn't really know what to say. Subahanallah!

I do believe that my loved ones (which doesn't count as many) prayed for us everyday. We dreaded the day that they would tell us that our little Mango would need a surgery to correct his foot. In Mango case - with his chromosome disorder he can forget things. Forget things as if he has never done something before. Which means that if he started to roll a little bit, even on his side or kick and then he had an operation to correct his feet (which of course would have been for the better) - there is a very big chance that he could forget to use about using his legs all over again.... 

So Alhamdulilah... Glory be to Allah - The Most Great - The Most Compassionate. 

Yay!

11.30pm

Hi people. So here I am awake at 11.30 at night. I had actually fallen asleep and I was coughing so much, I woke myself up. Yes, I have a cold. Unbelievable. I've got an Orthopaedic appointment tomorrow at 9am. Great.....

You know whats funny though... I'm sick and have been sick for around 4 weeks now. First week I had the fever  second week I had lost my voice, third week I had a bad cough, the forth week I have a flu and to top it all off I'm pretty sure I jinxed myself when I told the doctor 'I was glad the cough is over' and it came right on back without any hesitation. I have a wonderfully crap immune system right now. 

I have been packing it with vitamin D, 3000mg of vitamin C, probiotics, prenatal vitamins, cold and flu tables - need I say more?... 

So while I have tissue stuffed up my nose and a dry cough that I'm praying Mango or my husband doesn't get... I'll still be bobbing around like a loser wondering what I should write next. 

All the best! (I need it more than anyone right now, don't I)

I understand his misery....

Heat Rash

So Mango has been dealing with heat rash the past few days. Poor bubba. His chest was red-purplish. In the afternoon I decided to give him a cool bath and settle him down for the night. I put him on the changing table and look away for a split second only to turn back to him to see blood all over his chest. He has scratched himself till he was bleeding. His nails weren't even long enough to scratch but his managed to make himself bleed. I stood infront of him for about a minute shocked and not knowing what to do next. I grabbed the closest piece of cloth I could find and wiped his chest. Only three scratches but lots of blood.

I put mittens on him for the night but he hates them. His was trying to rip them off using him mouth. 

Heat rash

Heat rash is also known as prickly heat or malaria is a bright red pimply rash on his neck, under his arms, or near the edges of his nappy or underwear when bub overheats in hot and humid weather. 

The rash often appears in folds of the skin and on parts of the body where clothing fits snugly, including the upper chest, neck, groin and armpits.

A few ways to treat heat rash 

• Avoid hot and humid environments. Move into an airy room or a shady spot and if your child is racing around, encourage some quiet time to reduce the amount of sweating. Try using a mini fan if you are out and about in a hot country or in the summer heat. If the weather stays hot at night, place a fan near your child's bed.
• Take off his clothes or dress him in cotton. Avoid synthetic fabrics, such as polyester and nylon, that trap heat; opt for natural fibres instead. Where possible loosen or remove his clothing and give him as much nappy-free time as you can
  
• Keep his skin cool. Cool the affected areas directly using cold, wet cloths, or give your baby a tepid bath or shower. Let the air dry his skin as much as possible rather than using towels; a little more nude time can help heal the rash
  

If you have anymore suggestions to prevent of deal with heat rash, please comment below so I can update this for all the parents who happen to stumble on this page looking for a solution. (I'm just dreaming here... As if anyone read this blog except me)

Rabbit teeth

Mango has been teething this past week. His front two rabbit teeth are ripping out of his gums. He is also grinding. Everytime he grinds his teeth together its like someone is scratching their nails against a blackboard. That ear-piercing screech that makes your ears ache and fingers tingle.

You see, theres is a different between knowing (understanding) and knowing (from experience). They are both knowing, except one is limited and one is not. This week I went from knowing the cries of parents of teething children to KNOWING what those cries meant and where they came from. I fed Mango pureed sweet potato and he gripped the spoon with his teeth and wouldn't let me have the spoon back. I was pretty convinced that the half-of-the-spoon that was in his mouth was going to end up in the in a little plastic bag held by a surgeon working in the emergency department of a hospital looking at me in disbelief that he had just taken a half eaten spoon out of my son. Yes, I saw that all happen infront of me before I put my finger in his mouth and yank the spoon out before my finger was also going to be dinner. 

Mango is 9 months. His teeth are here and I happily say that this is probably the only milestone that he has reached on time. Why the teeth? WHY?! Every parent I have spoken to tells me how dreadful the teeth are and I had to get the teeth on time. Eeeehhh. I'll take it anyways. It's better than nothing. 

If I found Mango doing this..... I would not be surprised....