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

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...

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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....

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)

What I thought I knew

Among conversations I always somehow get myself involved in is parenting. I would be in conversations like 'What kind of company will you put your child in?', 'Will you home school, private school or public school?', 'what type of sport will you teach your child?'.

Before Mango was born I knew exactly what type of mother I was going to be. I didn't know where my children were going to end up but I certainly knew what lessons I wanted to teach them and how I would teach them. I had heard (to my limited knowledge) everything I thought I needed to know about parenting and how the game works. So, by the time I was pregnant with mango I already knew how things were going to play out and how I would deal with EVERYTHING and anything. I had all the lists numbered down in my USB that I call Brain.  

Typical child

Teaching the word 'no' - check

Think before you speak - check

How to open mouth - check

How to chew - check

Dealing with tantrums - check

Dealing with bad habits - check

Being kind - check

To be loving - check

To be useful - check

How to help/increase vocab - check

How to speak - check

How to crawl - check

How to share - check

To look at someone when they are talking to you - check

To sit quietly - check

and well.... the list goes on. 

Except as you know now that this is not the way things played out. When mango was born all I had to throw the entire USB out the window and start fresh with what pretty much looked like this.

To teach Mango:

1. Teach Mango how to look at Mama and/or follow Mama from side to side - 6 months later.... check! YAY!!

DOING THE HAPPY DANCE

2. Teach him how to open his thumbs - 9 months on.... still getting there BUT when he does, I'll be doing the chicken dance. (no idea why) 

It suddenly isn't about what school I would put him in. It wasn't about what type of atmosphere I wanted him to be involved in (ofcourse I would put him in a good environment but that wasn't/isn't important right now, that time would come just not right now), it wasn't about the type of sport I pictured him playing. It was about would be ever be ABLE to go to school? Would he be able to see? Can he hear? Can he use his limbs? Wait. Hold on. Does he even know he has limbs? Will he one day be like what I had pictured? The worst of all questions I think about that every parents with special needs thinks even if they don't want to is 'How long will my baby live for..' 

I have a son with special needs. I do. He needs me. 24 hours a day 7 days a week right now and maybe for the rest of his life. It doesn't matter. As long as my heart beats I will look after him with what ever I have left. 

I have come to that stage where I can speak out and not feel that lump in my throat that my beautiful son, who is a miracle that he is even with us today is special needs. He is wonderful. He makes my world spin. He makes my day. To you he might just be another boy but to me - he is MY boy. My Mango.

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....