Wednesday, March 20, 2013

World Down Syndrome Day- Video

Hello there!  Happy World Down Syndrome Day :)   I can't believe this day is finally here!  Natalie and I have big plans and lots of fun to cram into this 21st day of March!!
  Back in October 2012 I had this brilliant idea to make Natalie a special video for her 21 month birthday; that day came & went and the video was only in the beginning stages  Then I decided that I would complete it as a gift for her 2nd birthday...yeah, that didn't happen!  At the beginning of March is when I finally had my ah-ha/lightbulb moment!  March 21st is World Down Syndrome Day; a day used to increase awareness and break down the negative barriers built up around those with Down Syndrome. Why March 21st, you ask?  Because it's 3. 21 and those with DS have an extra copy of their 21st chromosome.  To honor Natalie on this very special day, I made her an extraordinary video and there simply could not be a better day to launch it!!

I dedicate this video to my delightful daughter, Natalie!!  
   

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Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Spread the word...


  What. A. Day.  Simply amazing.  I’m on cloud 9.  My heart is bursting at the seams. 
      Natalie and I set out first thing this morning, headed to A.I. for Natalie’s back-to-back OT & PT sessions.  You see, she missed her OT session yesterday because her mommy allowed her to play hooky.  Natalie had an opportunity to drive her Mater car around the gym at the ELC because the Go Baby Go! project was gathering for the filming of a segment set to air on WHYY.  Believe me, I pondered it all flippin’ weekend.  Himming and hawing…weighing the pros and cons as if it were a life or death decision.  It was an opportunity for my daughter to potentially be spotted on a local broadcast TV show.  In the end, I made the executive decision to allow her to participate and in the end, I was so glad I did.  It turned out it wasn’t just an opportunity for her to be recorded and potentially be on TV..it was something more...something I didn’t realize.  The pre-school children that attend the ELC have ‘gym class’ time slots in the morning hours.  This allowed Natalie the opportunity to interact with her peers!  She was able to get down, crawl around, and play, touch, interact and see her peers in action.  Talk about a proud mommy moment…it brightened my entire morning and eventually spilled over into my afternoon and evening.  Enough on that topic…back to where I started!  We almost never do back-to-back therapy sessions for Natalie because it has proven to be too much for her.   Today was an exception; we threw caution to the wind and ran with it.  Sure enough, my girl rocked it.  See for yourself….


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    Oh…wait!  I almost forgot.  Before therapy started, I needed some form of caffeine…off to AI's cafeteria we headed.  After we checked out, I stopped to get Natalie settled with a drink and a snack of her own.  During that time a mom approached us to talk to Natalie and inform us she has a 10 year old son with DS and shared with us her story.  I love it.  I simply adore that other families, friends and even teachers of someone with DS feel comfortable to approach Natalie and I.  It warms me to the core.

     After therapy we packed up and headed north, to Winterthur.  Natalie had a pair of jeans from Gymboree that turned out to be ‘skinny fit’.  Have you seen her shape?  It’s extremely similar to mine…and we are NOT skinny jean material!  Hahaha.  So we dropped them off to Natalie’s friend Charlotte.  Once we ended our lovely slow-paced drive around the grounds of Winterthur we headed into Greenville.  We stopped at Delaware Running Company to register & pay for an upcoming race.  As we were headed for the door, I was walking & Natlaie was crawling (at her usual fast pace), the guys yelled out “Hey!  She’s quite fast.  Do you want to get her fitted for some running shoes?!?” 

    At this point, I have exactly 30mins to get from Greenville, home and then to Hannah’s school.  Guess what.  We managed it!  It may or may not have included me cutting off one of Hannah’s classmates mother.  Oops!

    Pick up Hannah and zoom off to my grandparent’s house; Hannah spent some quality time with my Gram & poppop while Natalie and I headed off to my alma mater.  I was asked by Amy, one of my fellow Caravel graduates & mommy to Kayla (who also rocks her own set of designer genes) to join her in speaking to some students about SPREAD THE WORD TO END THE WORD.  As I headed back to the school where I gained my 4th through 12th grade education, I can’t even begin to describe the emotions that were coursing through my veins.  In my head as I drive the grounds of Caravel: ‘Oh look, the little gym, I remember watching it being built.  Hey, wow…there’s where I had my first make-out session’.  Oh the memories that came flooding back, they made me chuckle & blush.  I have to admit, it felt so weird parking in the same parking lot that I parked my junior and senior year; except this time I was unloading a stroller and a toddler from my, dare I say it, mini-van.  Walking into the 400 wing office…I honestly wanted to puke.  There was rarely a time I was in that office for pleasure!  The ambassador of the Blue-Gold High School participants walked us down the halls of 400, through the 500 wing and into the newly added 600 wing.  I was in complete shock at how the school had evolved, yet stayed the same.  By the time we reached our destination, I was in complete awe and wondered how long my mouth had been agape…and how many students saw me like that!?! I hope it wasn’t any of the ones I was about to present to!!  Hahaha!   Amy and I barely found time to locate a corner to wedge ourselves and strollers into when the bell rang.  Within a 3 min span, 40-50 students filed into the room and in an instant the vast room shrank like a damn shrink dink!  Ruth, Amy and myself dove right in.  Beth’s talk segwayed into Amy’s speech and Amy’s into mine.  You would’ve thought we spent all weekend practicing and prepping our talks & transitions; when in actuality it was all done via email and texts.  Boom!
     It was such an inspiring 45 minute gathering.  Amy and I spoke from the heart and of our own personal experiences with the R-word.  Even if we each reached only one student today, I would consider it a success.  But let's be honest here...Amy and I made a kick-ass team!  We are taking this show on the road!!!

Natalie & Kayla entertaining themselves with the dry erase board:)
Natalie driving her Mater car!

Saturday, January 19, 2013

January 18th


Yeah, yeah.  I know...it's been entirely too long since I last blogged.  My excuse?  LIFE!  Want an glimpse into a day in my life?  Here ya go.....

 After just having fallen asleep 2hours prior, my day, January 18th, started at 1:40am when Hannah woke me so she could "go potty" (despite my best training efforts, she refuses to go to the bathroom by herself in the middle of the night!).  As I escort her from the bathroom to her bedroom, we pass by Natalie's room and I hear that distinctive sound.  The one I know all too well.  The last three times I heard it, we found ourselves in the ER.  By the time I got Hannah tucked in to her bed and back to Natalie's room, Nat was in a full-on scream/cry/can't-catch-my-breath mode.  I calmly removed her from her crib and rocked with her for a few mins; just enough time to get her to calm down, so I could re-assess her and come up with a game plan.  Natalie continued to struggle with her breaths (stridor) so carried her to our room and let her sit with Ben so I could pull on something that did not resemble pajamas for our first trip to the ER...our 1st trip for the year 2013, that is.  Me sporting an ensemble that was a cross between running (upper body), yoga (lower body), a trip to the beach (my feet) and post-massage (my hair)...Natalie and I hit the open road, cruising at a comfortable speed up I-95.  I have to admit, it really was serene that time of the day.  It was us, three tractor trailers and a ford escape for the entire ride to AI.  However, this trip felt like it took an eternity!!!!  I guess with a little one in the back seat retracting with every breath, it can kinda add to the stress.  Don't worry...there was no need to call an ambulance.  Croup is typical.  She wasn't in severe distress and at no point was she lacking oxygen.  Everything was under control!   We arrive at the hospital and naturally all the front row parking spots are spoken for.  Despite my desire to plow into one of the smaller cars, Despicable Me style, I realized I was in my car and not Ben's tank...


  
   Alas, we settled for a parking spot at the top of the hill.  Nothing about this experience stood out from the previous three Croup ER visits.  Go in,  confirm that Natalie is my child (one of these day's I'm gonna be in good spirits and with a straight face say "Oh Shit!  This isn't my kid, I must have left her in the car.  Here, take this one, find her parents...I'll be back with my actual kid!"...like I said, one of these days.), get our ID bands, go through the Triage rig-a-ma-role, be escorted to a room (that has enough fluorescent lighting to comfortably light up the evening construction on 202), get her hooked up to pulse ox and heart monitors, go through Natalie's history, see a nurse, go through Natalie's history, get her some steroids, see a respiratory therapist, go through Natalie's history,  get her some racemic epi, see another doctor, go through Natalie's history...I'll spare you the remaining events as you get the gist...eventually this leads us to discharge! 
     We arrive home just in time for the sun to start peaking his/her-self over the horizon.  I meanly think to myself 'are you flipping serious?  The state of DE hasn't seen your ass in at least 72 hours and you choose TODAY to be all sparkles and happiness?!?  You know what, you have to be a woman, cause you're total bitch!'.  Anywho- as Natalie and I are ascending the steps to our home, my Uncle Gary who lives across the street is descending his, headed to his truck to start his work day.  We politely wave and refrain from yelling, seeing as the rest of the neighborhood is quiet.  Natalie and I get inside and she's all hopped up from the drugs she's just ingested and she's acting like a total drunk...yelling down the hallway trying to wake her dad, dogs and sister...remind me to apologize to Ben for all the times I've been an annoying drunk, yelling when I was supposed to be quiet!  Natalie and I text Uncle Gary, wishing him a happy day and to drive safely (he drives & assembles cranes for Maxim) today.  He inquired about our late (or early- depending on how you look at it) arrival into the neighborhood; I explained our night of clubbing in North Wilmington and how Natalie was taking whatever drugs were passed her way from the MD's! hahaha.  Even after a wild night, she settled nicely into her crib after some snuggles, songs and sips of milk.  It was now time for me to crawl into bed for another quick nap!
    When I awoke 2 hours later, Ben & Hannah were in full swing and departing for school and work.  It was only a matter of time till Natalie and I had to leave for her 2 morning appt's at AI.  I'm not kidding, when I walked her out to the garage it barely felt like 4hours had passed!  But we trudged on anyway and she barely had any fight in her to do her usual pissing and moaning about me locking her into her carseat.  I hop in my seat and go to fire up the car....it won't start; all I get is clicking...DEAD BATTERY!!  Natalie's sleep deprived mommy left the interior lights on in the car after snapping this lovely picture....

Happy to be home...well, in the garage!

   I panic and do a quick brainstorming session while Natalie is grunting and signing her little hands off for her Elmo DVD.  I think, Oh I can:
   ~Take my mom's car to our appts...Nope!  She has to have a working car because she is picking Hannah up from school since we will be at AI.
   ~Have my mom drive us over to UD and pick up Ben's truck.  Shit, that won't work either...we only have Hannah's carseat installed.
    ~Hmmm....I could steal, Holli's,  my out-of-commision neighbors car!  No, that would require I take a carseat out of my car and install in hers...that would take too long.
   ~OH!  YES!   I will jump start my car and pray that our drive up 202 is enough to juice up the battery and I won't be stranded.

Isn't it sad, when in a moment of panic I forget how to jumpstart my car??  Hahaha!  I had to call Ben to guide me through it; for fear that I was going to blow myself through the wall of the garage!!  I get the car fired up and we high-tail it up 95 to my eye doctors appt and we arrive there the only we know how...15mins late!  
   After a fun 30min wait in the world's smallest waiting room we and a fitting for my new glasses, Natalie and I head back out to the car, which surprisingly fires right up :)  We get all the way over to AI and I realize that I have been doing all of my running since 1:40 this morning on an empty tank.  If valet parks this beast on a hill, for sure there's not enough gas to get her started, so we turn around and fill up at the nearest gas station.  On our return drive to AI, I remember my uncle informing me that he was delivering a crane to the construction site today.  I drive Natalie around the grounds as we look for his big rig and would you believe...we found his truck and HIM!  He was just waiting for the construction team to finish up their work so he could begin his.  We call him Unkie Gary because that's what Hannah used to call him.  It's adorable and he is now stuck with that title.  As soon as he saw my car he hopped out of his truck in a flash and was at my door before I was even in park.  When we opened Natalie's door and she caught her first glimpse of her favorite Uncle....she LIT UP!  It was the first time I had seen her happy today!!  That melted my heart and it was at that point I wanted to abduct my Uncle and take him with us to her appt with Dr. Martin!  I totally should have because Natalie was in rare form.  She was clearly tired of being poked & prodded and we were both fed up with spending time within the walls of AI.  And I had even saved us additional time there by canceling her morning speech session!  Thank goodness I did...there's no way she could've handled three appts that morning! 

Want to know the most insane part of this day?  I attended the Down Syndrome Association of DE's parent meeting tonight....At A.I.!!!!  Mwahahahaha!!!!!

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Potty Training


Just the title of this post cracks me up; because only I know how it all went down.  Now I share with you the hilarity and insanity of our experience. 

    Hannah is 3, almost three and a half. My mom and grandmother are fairly vocal about their thoughts and opinions on their grand & great grandchildren.  The constant reminders that I was potty trained by age 2.5, I was starting to feel as if I was failing as a mom by not having Hannah in big girl undies.  Never mind the fact that Ben was a late bloomer in this department and Hannah looks and acts JUST like him, I was starting to have nightmares that she would attend kindergarten in diapers.
    I had tried lots of techniques: purchasing a potty that converts into a step stool and allowed it to take up permanent residence in our bathroom, with the hopes that one day she would want to sit on it…no such luck.  Tried pull-ups…she peed right through them, not giving two shits that she made the pretty blue jewels disappear.  I bribed her with M&M’s and ice cream and allowed her to come to the potty with me every time I had to pee- and with the amount of water I ingest per day…that’s a lot of trips!  To comply with the ‘go pee, receive an M&M’ tactic, I ended up gaining 5lbs from eating so many damn chocolate pieces.  Recently I tried a new technique and printed a princess reward chart with matching princess stickers, informing her they were from Cinderella and she would love to see Hannah at our trip in November wearing big girl panties!  Not even for “Cin-rella”, would she pee on the potty.  Hannah loves watching DVD’s in the car, so I bought Elmo’s Potty Time DVD from my cousin and left it in Hannah’s car seat.  Only knowing Elmo as a character on her diapers, Hannah requested to watch it.  I was excited.  She enjoyed Elmo’s antics and very descriptive words to describe ‘potty time’, but the interest in actually going on the potty ceased to exist. 
     One morning four weeks ago I was buzzing around the house preparing for our Tuesday trip up to AI.  Hannah had been up for maybe an hour, hour and a half at best, and I hear her screaming from the kitchen table.  As I make my way over to her, I see a puddle forming underneath her.  She had peed so much not only did she soak through an entire size 5 diaper, ENTIRE- as in front to back- she had soaked her shorts, shirt and shoes. 
I’m about to share something with you that I am NOT proud of…

  I lost it.  Yeah- tell me you honestly didn’t see that coming?!?

Me:  “HANNAH!  You peed through an entire freaking diaper.  How do you do that in an hour and a half?!?!  This is ridiculous!  I’m done!!  If I’m going to be cleaning your pee off the floor than you might as well be wearing panties!” ~ as I strip off her soaked clothes and clean up  the floor

Hannah: “NOOOOO!!!!!!”

Me: “YES!!!  This is obsurd”

Hannah: “No mommy!  I don’t want to wear panties.”

Me: “Well you’re gonna start wearing them today”- as I march her to the bathtub

Hannah: “Nah- I wear diapers!”

Me: “NOOOO MOOOOOORE DIAPERS!!!!!!” ~in my best mommy dearest voice.

From that moment on, she’s been wearing panties.  The best part?  By the end of that crazy day, she was excited about wearing panties!  Apparently all it took was a meltdown on my part. 

     That weekend my mom took Hannah on a tour of all the Marshalls & TJ maxx’s, hunting down every single pair of size 2-3 Princess panties, in the state of DE!   That evening Ben & I took her to Buy Buy Baby to purchase a Potette.  Let me tell you, this is the best invention, EVER!   It’s a potty seat that is small, designed for travel.  It comes with small, plastic (grocery like) bags that have an absorbent pad at the bottom.  You wrap the bag around the potty seat; your kid sits, takes a whiz and then you tie up the bag and toss it in the trash.  Granted this isn’t the best thing for the environment, even though the bags are recycled and biodegradable, but it’s not we are using this method every time she pees…just when we have limited access to a restroom.  It was a complete lifesaver when we were on our way home from New Jersey one evening.  Leave it to a newly potty training toddler to tell you she has to ‘pee-pee’ after you just passed a rest stop on the Jersey Turnpike. J

     Hannah now thinks very highly of herself.  Whenever Natalie requires a diaper change, Hannah informs me that Natalie really "needs to learn how to go pee-pee and poopy on the potty!"  She doesn't quite understand that Natalie is still a few years away from this training.  Plus my liver will need the time to recover!!

Monday, September 10, 2012

Partners Presentation

My name is Shawn Rohe.  I joined Partners in Policymaking for both personal & professional reasons.  In order for you to fully understand my project…I have a story to share.


     In July of 2009, at 11 weeks gestational age, our unborn baby received a pre-natal diagnosis of a cystic hygroma.  
The over-seeing physician informed us that was indicative of a chromosomal abnormality and/or a heart defect.  He strongly urged us to have an amniocentesis performed to rule out a chromosomal defect.  After meeting with a genetic counselor and reviewing the risks of an amnio, which was a 1 in 200 chance of miscarriage, we decided it wasn’t worth it.  We’d barely survived the heartbreak of 4 miscarriages prior to being blessed with our 1st daughter, Hannah. 


The potential of losing another baby, all for the results of a pre-natal diagnosis…a diagnosis that was not going to change the outcome of our pregnancy was not something we were wiling to jeopardize. This little being had surpassed the 10th week, surviving longer than any of her angel sisters and brother…it was obvious he or she had intense strength and determination.

    In September 2009 we found out we were having a girl!!  

And it was confirmed that she indeed had a heart defect.  After dozens of ultrasounds and fetal echocardiograms, it was determined that baby girl had a complete AV canal defect, which meant she had a full combination of defects that would require surgery, after birth. 
 
At this point we knew very little about what to expect after her birth.  I wondered:              
  •    What was the survival rate for this type of surgery? 
  •     Will she be transported directly to AI immediately after birth?                                        
  •    Will I get the opportunity to hold or even see her? 

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     We spent the next 4 months meeting with a handful of new doctors, from perinatologists to cardiac surgeons.  They all asked the same question “Why did you decline an amnio?”  We were consistent with our response of   “The results would not have changed the outcome of this pregnancy.  So why risk the chance of having a miscarriage?  Plus, heart conditions run in the family”.  
      The day finally came, January 28th, we were finally going to meet our 2nd child.  Not knowing how she would fair outside of the womb, our excitement had a head on collision with trepidation.  At twelve in the afternoon Natalie Rose was born and whisked away to a room adjacent to mine to be assessed by the NICU team.  After what felt like an eternity, my husband walks over to me with a swaddled bundle; only her cherub little face sticking out. 


 Drinking in her adorable features I began to notice Natalie had distinct characteristics.  In that moment, I knew she had Down syndrome.  While my initial reaction was fear and panic, I flashed back to our meeting with her cardiac surgeon, when he said “the survival rate for this type of open heart surgery is higher if the child has Down syndrome.” 
Although those words were comforting it did not remove all of my anxieties and concerns.  That evening I sobbed as I held her for the 1st time, feeling as if she wasn’t mine to keep…as if she were on loan from heaven.

     Natalie’s first month of life outside of the womb was met with two NICU admissions
·      a bad case of jaundice
·      a diagnosis of failure to thrive
·      a feeding tube
·      and a week long stay on the cardiac unit at AI DuPont hospital for children


   
     Exactly 4 weeks to the day that Natalie was born, we had our first meeting with a Child Development Watch service coordinator.  As Jude came into our home, she was met with two parents who looked like deer caught in headlights.  My husband, myself, and Jude sat around our dining room table as we reviewed our welcome packet from Child Development Watch and collaboratively filled out Natalie’s IFSP.   No matter how hard we tried, Ben and I could barely focus on the information being presented or expected of us, as we stare cautiously at a gray and dismal 28-day-old Natalie.  Suffice it to say, as Jude left our house that afternoon, the packet of information she had just reviewed with us was literally tossed into the growing stack of information we were being overwhelmed with. 



      A mere 20 days after that meeting, Natalie was rushed from her pediatrician’s office to AI Children's Hospital via ambulance.  As it turned out, Natalie contracted a respiratory virus that was putting a strain on her already failing heart.  At this point it became a matter of assisting her medically as much as possible. 


     We needed to keep Natalie stable, allowing her to recover from the virus so we could proceed with her open-heart surgery.


    One month from that frightening day, Ben and I were in awe.  We were finally taking home a happy, heart-healthy little girl.  Natalie was ours…to keep.



    Slowly but surely, I began sifting through the pile of information that had been tossed aside during those challenging first few months of Natalie’s life. 

     As I leafed through the Child Development Watch packet, I didn’t find much of it intriguing…nothing really stood out.  I saw a pamphlet labeled “It’s Time to Transition.  At Age 3, Things Change!”  I thought to myself, This is GREAT!  Natalie’s not even 1, so I can put this off for another 2 years!!



     Two months later I received a flyer in the mail from Child Development Watch in regards to there Family Forum Meeting.  Low and behold, it was about transitioning from the Birth-to-Three program to the Preschool program.  I registered right away and gave myself a big pat on the back.  I thought I was being a gold star parent by attending that meeting when my little one was only 13 months old.  I entered the forum with my head held high…proud of myself for being ahead of the game.  I left the meeting feeling deflated and blind-sided.  There was so much to the transition process that I did not know.  How could I have missed the importance of preparing for this transition from the very beginning??   I had beat myself up over that question for the longest time.  Until it dawned on me that during the time frame we were provided with that information, our minds were otherwise occupied.

     I’ve made it my mission to design a magnetic checklist to be handed out in the CDW welcome packet.   The service watch coordinator can review the checklist with the parents or guardian and it will be designed to ensure they are prepared for the transition process.  It is my hope that the key information will be in the forefront of the parents mind and with it’s magnetic powers, it will remain in a visible location
·      Possibly the fridge
·      Or the family’s communication board
 and won’t be tossed aside into the dreaded information overload pile.  Creating a less stressful…less overwhelming process, for all.