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.

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.

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...

Hello you! It feels like its been ages. 

Mango recently got a new chair. It looks like someone cut a piece of their corner wall out and added cushions around it, to make it look 'professional'. It sits on the floor, a wedge between his legs to keep his legs straight and to keep him from thrusting/ arching and strap that hold up his upper half. i feel bad putting him in because it looks like I'd tied him so he cant move. Which in reality I actually have done just that, but not for the reason I feel but for the reason to hold him up so he can play with toys. Because seriously, lets face it. Hypotonia is the devil. I think it is anyways. Mango has also got his own special table that wraps around him just so neatly. 

On a different note. If anyone reads this (which I dont think anybody reads this except me). Mango has finally seen a neurologist for his so called 'seizures/infantile spasms'. At first we decided to leave it and just wait it out since they haven't been occurring very regularly.  Then I get a phone call from our neurologist and she said that she spoke to her colleagues and they all think its seizures and to start him on medication. We need to go through blood work first to make sure its all ok. She prescribed us Epilim. Anybody? Anybody ever use this before? Experiences please? Im not asking. I'm begging. 

I have met many parents with children's who have been diagnosed with seizures but  the medication they use are much stronger like steroids and stuff. Oh My GOD. Don't get my started on the stories they have told me about how all the strong stuff effected their kids so bad. It was scary. 

All I see online are medical websites. I don't want a medical website. I want parents experiences because after all. Parents know best because they see EVERYTHING. And doctors? I don't know. I trust them to a certain extent but come on now, most doctors go off by just guessing their way through until something works. They tell you all tiny weeny side effects that are 'oh not that bad' and they make the reasons to use the medication all fluffy and beautiful. 

So please, anyone out there. Parents, people, someone.... anyone?

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

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

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

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!

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...