Archive for June, 2010


Monday, June 28th, 2010

Laelia has been scared of the water for as long as I can remember. Her first real bath (without the infant tub that has her sitting up) was fairly recently in Seattle.   Since then, with the encouragement of the PT in Seattle, we started to “swim” in the big bathtub. Then last night at Lauren and Ryan’s apartment complex for Jared’s birthday, Laelia swam in the pool and loved it! It was her first time to swim in a pool! Any activity that encourages her to move her arms and legs is wonderful, but one she loves to do is even better! We didn’t bring swim suits so Chelsea went in with her. But after a while Laelia started to ask for her daddy to join in the fun. So he did! In jeans and a belt! :) Haha!







Philadelphia Shriners

Saturday, June 19th, 2010

We survived! Four hours of sleep. Four planes in two days. Air sickness. CONSTANT Laelia chatter/attention  grubbing! :) Five partial viewings of Finding Nemo. Sore arms that ache. Bruises from carrying the car seat. Ripped our bag open. Got lost three times. Stress. Got lectured by a flight attendant because my daughter was sitting instead of standing. Cried twice. Had to advocate several times. It was hellish. Travel. Ugh.

And there was a point, after getting lost (again!) while driving around Philly, then being two hours late because we went to Temple Hospital instead of Shriners Hospital, when I wished the doctors at Shriners would be mediocre so I’d never have to do this trip again. Never again!!!

Unfortunately for me and fortunately for Laelia, Dr. van Bosse is now our orthopedic doctor!


And we’ll be back to Philly three times in the next 14 months if things play out right.  Yes, that means surgery. I didn’t schedule it yet since I need to plan the time off work and to talk it out with Charley, but it most likely will happen as soon as we’re available. ASAP. Probably after this summer. I’ve already met with the  anesthesiologist, Dave, and gotten the details. Now it’s a matter of logistics, and processing.

And since we live so far away, they’re going to treat us like an international patient (since people with AMC come here from all over the world), and try to limit our trips back and forth. Maybe we’ll do a few follow up appointments in San Diego then forward the results to Philly. They’ll also be in contact via email and phone.

We’re not doing the derotational osteotomies on her knees we’d heard about in Seattle, not yet anyway.  We’re doing a surgery that makes much more sense for right now (a whole methodology that makes much more sense), that will allow Laelia to put her legs together where the IT band releases (surgeries from September and October) could not.

So far our surgeries have focused on soft tissue issues.  But Dr. van Bosse is going to focus on her overall body shape and do a surgery to cut and reposition the  bones in her hips to fit what her contractured body is already doing. And the result will allow her to do more and look more like a typical kid. (Notice how I didn’t say ‘normal’ kid? See, I’m learning. :)). It’s called a reorientation. (It’s also called a big, long four-part name that my sleep-deprived brain could not retain.) We’ll get everything in writing first then contact them to set up the appointment. It puts us in Philly about 9 days, then flying home, then flying back six weeks later for the cast removal (and they may give us KAFOs at this point since they’ll be casting her for them before surgery). Then flying home. Then flying back in a year to get pins, clamps, etc, surgically removed and start a new surgery on her foot, etc etc. Our future may be tied to Philly for quiet some time.

Since her hips are in the sockets, but they’re externally rotated and contractured, this would be the best surgery for her. But I didn’t have to just take Dr. van Bosse’s word for it, as so many doctors expect, but instead he pulled up a few other patient files (children with arthrogryposis who had been through this surgery) and he showed me their progress.  We had taken Laelia’s x-rays while we were there. (She’s less scared of the machine if she can be a ham. “Smile for your picture, Lali!” did the trick. :)) This allowed us to compare her x-rays with other kids with arthrogryposis until the doctor found one with the same shaped hips and legs in their x-rays. Then I could see that child’s x-rays after they had had this surgery and know exactly what to expect Laelia’s surgery to look like. It was exciting.

Dr. van Bosse wasn’t just showing me what he wanted to do, he was showing me what had worked for other kids! An amazing experience! A new experience.

I have met with doctors who didn’t even know what arthrogryposis was, or had trouble pronouncing it, and some of them even gave us advice on surgery or therapy. Even our expert surgeon in San Diego who does have experience with arthrogryposis seemed to pale in comparison with Dr. van Bosse’s experience. It felt like we’d arrived at arthrogryposis mecca!

We also met with Dr. Kozin. It’s fun to get looks of wonder from your doctor instead of horror that your child has so many degrees of passive range in her elbows. Doctors who are familiar with arthrogryposis know Laelia is lucky in this regard. Where other people would  bemoan the fact she can’t lift her arms (including me at times), these guys are in awe of the fact that she can reach her mouth and doesn’t need surgery! Oh and Laelia had not known Dr. Kozin more than 30 seconds before falling in love.



I have several more pictures like this. If Dr. Kozin was the cuddly doctor, Dr. van Bosse was the playful doctor. Lali just giggled as he measured every joint, instead of fussing like she usually does.  She seemed to like everybody. Ooh she liked Mimi too!


Mimi too!


Her “airplane hair” afro for the trip. You can’t see it, but on the other side I stuck her comb in her hair and it stayed. :)


So glad they put these racing cars in every room! Vaaarooooom!

Laelia was such a good little girlie for this trip! I was specifically worried about this. I mean, sure, she was demanding, but mostly in a sweet way. She doesn’t sleep on airplanes so she had to be constantly entertained (constantly) on all four flights. I felt like Super Hero Mommy by the fourth flight. Well she did finally pass out on the last flight home at around 11:00 PM. And she fell asleep for almost 40 minutes in between flights, including sleeping through a shuttle ride.


Another huge blessing was that we got to stay at the Erie Ronald McDonald house!!! I called as soon as our plane landed in Houston (the day of) and got the okay! (They don’t make reservations so you call the day of.) That cut out having to search for a hotel or make other plans last minute. It was an amazing house! One of the roads on my Google directions was closed so it took an extra 45 minutes to find it (d’oh), but once we got in there they were so nice and friendly. I had just been on a plane with a mean person who made us feel terrible that Laelia couldn’t stand or walk. Long story. So when I put Lali on the floor to scoot around and saw a Ronald McDonald  volunteer  approach her, I inwardly tensed. But they just wanted to play! The volunteers were all amazing! There was always food around even though we never made it to a single meal on time and there were plenty of relaxing areas to unwind. Laelia loved the therapy dog, Boss, and they gave her a free toy doggy that she adores too. We couldn’t enjoy all they had to offer since our schedule was so tight, but I really hope they are available to house us again when we go back for a little over a week.

Only bad thing about Ronald McDonald house is that it had this magical ability to keep Lali up all night. :) She slept five hours. I got four. We tried her on the floor where she screamed bloody murder for twenty minutes. Then we tried her in my bed with two chairs with large backs against the side of the bed so she wouldn’t fall off. She played, she sang, she screamed. It was enough to drive me crazy. She even removed her splints, DB bar brace and was starting on her AFOs before I stopped her. She started hitting me in the face at one point. And kicking the bed over and over and over. Then she got really upset that Pooh Bear didn’t close his eyes to sleep. She kept trying to close them and telling him to go to sleep already! Haha! Every time Laelia gets in trouble, it’s not long before Pooh Bear is in the SAME trouble! At Tim and Nicole’s wedding last week, Laelia lectured Pooh Bear about keeping quiet during the ceremony. SO STINKIN CUTE! :)

So when I woke her up at 8:00 AM to leave, she was so out of it. She gave me the same look she had given me the day before when I woke her up for an early flight. That “Are you kidding me?” look. :)


Exact words, “No Mama. I asleep. Bed pweese.”

I mentioned I got lost… yeah, just about every time I got behind the wheel.  Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the noisy kid in the back seat, but I’m pretty sure Philly is just a ridiculous place to drive in. Not only that, but I got lost in a not-so-great part of town. It’s funny because this great hospital is surrounded by ghetto neighborhoods. And if the jay walking, lack of clothes, yelling, kids drinking of a broken fire hydrant or constant sirens weren’t clue enough, we were warned it was “ghetto” by hospital staff, other people who have been there, the car rental guy and several patients. So getting lost at night down one way streets was not fun.

Okay so I’ve hinted that we had a bad experience with yet another airline person. But after four flights in two days it could have been worse. We got our tickets for Continental flights through Mercy Medical Airlift, and appreciated it so much! That said, there were a few things I would have done differently if I had been booking my own flight. Not having to get up super early or get home super late would have been one thing. Getting window seats for the car seat would have been another thing. Getting wheelchair or special  assistance set up before-hand would have been a third thing. But Continental employees were helpful. When we first arrived I had two of them cooing over my kid. Always the quickest way to my heart. Then we got wheelchair  assistance, and knowing how to request it now, had it properly set up for our connecting flight in Houston. They even gave us a ride to our connecting gate, which would have been difficult to make otherwise. All in all they were very  accommodating  and I don’t know how I would have lugged everything I had to lug without them.

My only two complaints have to do with  arbitrary  rules and one flight  attendant’s  enforcement of these rules.

Seriously having a personality that HATES breaking rules or getting lectured on breaking rules AND  doing four different flights in two days gives me perspective on how arbitrary these rules are. Flight #1 required we put a car seat in a wheel chair and have an employee wheel her down the ramp backwards. I couldn’t touch her until we got to the plane’s door. Flight #2 was similar, but they insisted I check the car seat, which didn’t end up happening, more on that later. Flight #3 I was informed that under no circumstances could she go down in a wheelchair. It was unsafe and against airline policy! Seriously? I’d just been on two flights with them yesterday and the story was different. Flight #4 they made a big deal about it. I was given options. Did I want her to go in a chair? Or be carried? And how could they help? (I felt like they were saying, “Why are you putting us in this situation?”) I just wanted to say, “Just tell me the exact policy and stick to it! I’ll follow whatever the rule is!”

Not just entering and exiting the plane, but on the plane the rules tended to change. It wasn’t until flight #3 that we were told our portable DVD player was against the rules. It had to have head phones. Flight #2 all the flight attendant said was, “What movie is that?” And Laelia said, “NEMO!!!” And that led to a couple minutes of Laelia explaining who every character in the movie was. :) But one flight later it’s against the rules. Okay…

Oh and placing the car seat was a pain. We had a window seat on Flight #1, but on the rest of the flights we had an aisle seat for the car seat. On Southwest, the week before, we were told putting a car seat in an aisle seat was against FAA rules and that this applied to every airline. But here it was okay I guess. It all depends on the day, and the whim of those enforcing whatever rules.

Okay so back to Flight #2 when the incident happened. They demanded I check the car seat. Since Laelia can’t sit in a regular seat and WILL NOT keep her seat belt on for any length of time, which leads to battles the whole flight, I had to insist that I didn’t lug this thing around for fun’s sake. The flight attendant then wouldn’t let me board for several minutes while I stood at the front of the plane and she inspected my car seat while grumbling loudly. I must have heard, “You need to check this,” several times. Telling her I’d been on five flights with it in the last two weeks, one just a few minutes ago, and it was just fine, only led her to speaking to me in a less friendly way. A few long minutes later they found out the seat was approved (which is what I’d said all along) and let me on. It was at this point that I took the opportunity to explain why Lali needed the car seat, and I informed them that Laelia had disabilities, and without working arms to break her fall, turbulence could knock her around in a big seat. The only reason we have to buy a seat for her is because of airline rules. The only reason I bring a car seat is for her personal safety. I was apparently ignored.

Later on in the flight the seat belt light went off and I was able to get up with my kiddo. I knew I wouldn’t be able to do her daily stretches here, let alone some PT, but I did need to get her joints moving somehow. I went to the back of the plane by the restrooms after I’d seen two other parents of small children take them back there. I put Laelia down on her bottom and she stretched out a bit. This is when the incident happened.

A lady who was not nice to begin with, let’s call her Cindy because that’s her name, lectured me on how dirty the floor was. I’ve heard this from so many “concerned” people that I was tempted to ignore her entirely, but I did respond that I didn’t mind about the dirty floor. It’s funny how people don’t care about the bottoms of kids’ shoes getting dirty, but the bottom of their pants is a different story. But, no, that wasn’t good enough. She insisted that I should immediately get my child off that dirty floor. And that being there was “terrible.” I had seen other children stand just where we were and they were not told about how filthy it was, so I then restated that I knew it was dirty, but it was fine for her to be dirty. She then ordered me (not joking) to get my child off the floor right now! I got my advocate hat on and asked if this was a written policy (since I hate breaking even stupid rules, it’s against my personality) and she said it was! No being disabled on the plane, folks! :) I asked for her name, intending to introduce her to Laelia and get Laelia involved in the discussion. I’d heard that works really well and is a nice way of informing people without  ostracizing  Laelia. But I got so much fire back from that lady that it sent me to tears and I found my voice, along with my advocating powers, diminish under her anger. In fact I was so distracted by the way she spoke to me that I didn’t notice a guy behind me who needed by, which sent Cindy into a rant about how my child was blocking the aisle! I moved, Laelia didn’t, and he got by fine. At this point Laelia started to fuss, which led to tears. Cindy ordered me in a nasty tone of voice to pick up that child right now! I pulled her in my arms and she screamed, “NO NO I STRECHING! MAMA NO!” How terrible for a girl with contractured joints! I put her in the bathroom stall to get away from Cindy and sat there stunned until the  fasten  seat belt sign came on.  Not being able to stay in my shelter after that, I moved back to my seat, but on the way I tearfully explained why we were even back there to the fellow employee who had witnessed the whole thing. He  apologized for Cindy, said she was wrong, but he seemed slightly  afraid  of his lead flight attendant. We took our seats and tears wouldn’t stop, but I hid them well. I heard Cindy complaining about us to the guy we’d just spoken to and he told her about Laelia being disabled and not able to stand up, which sent her into a rant about how right she was  despite  the circumstances. We were in row 34 of 37 so I could hear her in the back. Not every word, but I heard her. I was trying to gather my thoughts. Were we really just discriminated against for having special needs, because we couldn’t stand like the other children? Or was there actually a rule we broke? That kids who don’t have disabilities don’t break? And if so, is that a good rule to have, Continental? As I thought about it, I could hear her still going off behind me. Her tone of voice was like a knife to my insides, from three rows away.

If she indeed had been working for Continental as long as she says and was a lead flight  attendant, what kind of training had she not been receiving for those many years?

Thankfully, and I could have kissed her, Cindy showed back up at my seat to tell me off some more! (Or maybe to  apologize? But you can’t apology if you’re “not wrong” so it came across badly.) Yay!!! Now the tears had cleared, my thoughts had cleared, and we were both well aware of her discrimination against my daughter. Mama Bear was back in action! I said things like, “I appreciate being warned about unsanitary conditions, but I do not  appreciate being ordered to pick up a child when other children were allowed in the same area under the same conditions!” She tried to tell me that the seat belt sign was on during this, and I interrupted and informed her that that wasn’t the case, and it only came on after we entered the restroom. And, after hearing in the  pseudo-sweet voice that I should really ask to be seated in row 7 next time, (grrrrrrrrrr), because they can put down a blanket or something for her, I responded, “Look, I am the expert in my child’s care. And we don’t appreciate being treated this way.” BOOYAH! Thank you thank you thank you so much for coming back and not letting this end with me in tears and my daughter undefended! :) Finally Cindy and I could not come to an understanding and she left. (In other words, we were both “right” in our own eyes.)

So okay that was hard. I was already so stressed about what we’d learn the next morning, and part of me forgets my kid is disabled until she’s treated differently than other children, like she was on that flight. But nothing could be funnier than when for Flight #3, the very next day, I get on the plane and who do I see? Cindy! Again! She was as surprised as I was, “Wow, you again. That was a fast trip.” She said. I responded, “Yep.” Then Cindy jumps over herself to get my bag, ask if I’d gotten to switch to row seven for this trip (no) and snaps at fellow co-workers to help Laelia and me. Hahahahaha! I texted Charley, “Guess who our flight attendant is again?” And he texted back, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” :)

At one point in the flight, Laelia said “hi” to Cindy and Cindy was like, “Does she want something? Water? Can I get her water? Does she need something?” Wow, I think she had a day to dwell on our experience and found herself in the wrong. Or at least very much in trouble if I wrote a letter… which I am *that* person who rights letters, so she’s rightfully freaked. :) I asked Laelia if she wanted anything and she says, “SOCKLET!” (Chocolate) So Cindy came back with Hersey bars for Laelia who gobbled them all up! :) Spoiled kid!

I really have to consider my own actions and reactions in these situations. I feel like I’m getting stronger as a mother, but I’m still awkward in these situations. How terrible it would have felt to have ended with me crying in the bathroom? I know I don’t like authority much because I’m a pleaser and authority can take advantage of that, but I do want what I want, and I want to do what I think is best for my child. Of course I don’t want to push or bully, and often have difficulty finding a balance between nice and pushover. But in this case I believe we were 100% in the right. Which is a position I’m most comfortable with. :-D And I’m so oo oo writing a letter. :)

There were lots of times I felt discouraged on this trip and was almost immediately reminded that people were there for me. At Flight #3 when all the rules for entering the plane changed (overnight, I might add) I got a text from Lauren saying she was praying for us RIGHT NOW. :) I also got a couple similar texts from Chelsea at just the right times. And my dad even called and left a voice mail message that encouraged me as I was absorbing the news that we’d be back for another major surgery or two.

All in all I felt this strength and peace that isn’t something I naturally carry around with me. I felt God’s presence during these really  hard times. I’d be in a situation I couldn’t handle, praying for help, and nothing around me would change, but I would change. I’d feel the strength to read Laelia yet another story. And for those of you who get motion sickness (or what I call air sickness), you know how awful reading can be during those times. But we did it. And Laelia doesn’t seem worse for wear. I’m exceedingly thankful to God for his provisions when I was all alone and responsible for my daughter’s care.

Okay I blogged about it. And once again informed my spell check that “Laelia” and “Arthrogryposis” are words. Now I’m adding “Kozin” and “van Bosse” to the list. *sigh* Now I’m going back to bed. :)

Philly tomorrow

Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

I’m so nervous I could wet my pants!   You know, if I were the kind of person who wets their pants… ahem.

Tomorrow we’ll be in Philly and the next morning we’ll have our appointment with Dr. van Bosse at Shriners!

Dr. van Bosse = 9:00 AM –  6/18

Dr. Kozin = 10:00 AM – 6/18

Then we fly home!

We’re packing now. Almost done.  We decided to leave for the airport tomorrow morning at 5:00 AM. That should give us enough time to check in and request assistance. Then the very next day we fly home, arriving at our apartment at almost midnight!   It will be a grueling two days.

On top of that I’ll have no Internet access. *sniff* :(

I’ve been praying that God will take care of us on this trip. Not a lot of people know this but Laelia was throwing up last Saturday morning. We think it was air sickness from flying  the night before  since she obviously  didn’t have a bug. Plus I get air sick so it’s possible she takes after me. This trip with four different planes in the space of two days could get… interesting.

I went ahead and reserved a rental car. I’m nervous about driving somewhere new. I’m also nervous about  traveling with Miss I-Don’t-Like-Flying. The same  Little Miss  who doesn’t like to sleep in new places too. Oh and that reminds me, I don’t know where we’re staying once we get there! I mean it’s one of a few select places on a short list. I just printed out a ton of directions to and from each place. But the problem is that  we’re on the list to stay at the Ronald McDonald house (the most convenient and cheapest place), which we qualify for, where we want to stay,  but they don’t take reservations! So I have to call them on  the day of our visit and find out if they’ll take us or not. But the only time I’ll be able to call will be on our 30 minute lay-over in Houston! This will be crazy! Then if they are full I’ll have to  start calling different places in that same 30 minute lay-over where I’ll also be running to our connecting flight with my daughter, our bag and her car seat. Yay…. :-/

Oh and I pray TSA doesn’t give us anymore trouble. Yes, her shoes are special. No, she can’t lift her hands for swiping. Yes, all my stupid liquid bottles need to go with me so I can shower in the morning! Why does she have to leave her wheelchair since you’ll have to pull her aside anyway?! Do you force older kids to be carried through the security gate by their Mom? Adults? Accchhhhhhhhh!


I’m also not sure if I’m ready to hear the straight truth from the arthrogryposis  expert on my daughter’s care. I mean, we are going to find out how our lives will go for the next fifteen years or so. Surgeries?  New therapies? New gadgets? No hope? We’ll find out. But from all the testimonials, I feel like I can trust this doctor not to give up on us or blow us off. It will be a nice change from the usual. :)

So I’m stressed and  sleep-deprived  and nervous and excited!!!    

And I’m sure it’s not at all obvious. *boing boing boing* :)


Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

Last week we went to Tim (my cousin) and Nicole’s wedding and had a great time! It was beautiful and so much fun! Plus a wonderful chance  to catch up with my family. Below is another blog with pictures from that event. But this post is about something else: our flight home. We had a terrible time on our flight home. Well there was one bright moment–it felt like a scene from a movie when at least 60 people (okay, well, two people and their large groups of students and parents) helped Laelia and I get home! In fact, we wouldn’t have been able to go home if not for those strangers! I was so grateful! I’ll copy and paste  parts of  a letter I sent  to Southwest this morning so you know a tiny bit of what happened:

“We arrived 45 minutes before our flight was to leave. [...]  I saw the line to check in was very long so I asked an employee in a Southwest uniform near the front of the line what could be done about my late arrival. [...] She informed me that there was nothing to be done and I would miss my flight and end up on stand-by. I then asked for a wheelchair for my daughter who has arthrogryposis affecting her arms and legs. She pointed across the room to the far side where I then, unassisted, dragged my bag, a car seat, my suitcase and my daughter to put her in the chair.      

When I arrived back at the end of the line behind a large school group, one of the parents of that group had noticed our dilemma. She then  took my bag for me and gave me her place in line. Another man in the group asked his kids to let me by. I did not initiate this charity, but appreciated it a lot. Getting permission from people in the line, I was cheered on and escorted to the front.  

The aforementioned Southwest employee then became confrontational and rude. She demanded the ticket of the lady helping me and ordered us to the back of the line. She then said that the 9/11 terrorists had cut in line and that this rule was enforced because of terrorist activity! At the mention of terrorist activity, I felt very ostracized and feared repercussions. Other people in the line behind us started to defend us and tried to explain that we had not cut in line. The Southwest employee became agitated and argumentative with them until a supervisor behind the kiosk spoke to her and graciously offered to take us.”

Yeah it was a bad experience. But the drama continued when we got off the plane. Here’s more from the later  part of the letter:

“I asked if a wheelchair would be available upon exiting the plane and  she  said it would be. So upon our exit from the plane we saw that same type of wheelchair waiting for us and I assumed it was ours. I put our car seat in the chair and while I was strapping my daughter into it, I overheard from behind me a female Southwest employee talking to a male Southwest employee (yet directed at me) to put another passenger into “that” wheelchair (referring to mine). Of the four Southwest employees in that crowded space right outside the plane, no one made eye contact with me or asked me to relinquish the wheelchair, but they all spoke loudly in my direction while pointing at me. This was very unprofessional. One Southwest employee, the man who had been ordered to take my chair, stood uncomfortably close to my daughter’s wheelchair while I was strapping her in. I asked him at that point if they needed this wheelchair for another passenger, and if he could then bring us another one. He replied sarcastically, “You mean a stroller? You need a wheelchair or a stroller?”    

My daughter was clearly in braces and could not move her arms or legs, plus I had her disabled parking placard on hand so I was able to “prove” she was disabled and needed the chair. He didn’t respond to me, but spoke to the female Southwest employee who had ordered the wheelchair be removed from me who then got into a bickering match about canceling the other wheelchair with another female employee who responded with, “You don’t have to talk to me that way.” Then the first female employee stormed off! So I asked the remaining Southwest employees if I could please leave now and was given permission.

My past experiences with Southwest staff have been positive. Employees, on the aircraft anyway, have always been courteous and usually humorous too. I would like assurances that my experience on June 13th will not reoccur. I feel that Southwest violated the anti-discrimination aspect of the Americans with Disabilities Act by assuming my daughter was not deserving of the equipment she needed. Because of this I would like a copy of your policy on dealing with handicapped passengers. And I want to know in writing what training your personnel receive in handling passengers with special needs. I look forward to your reply.  ”  

I then  signed my name and hope to hear from them. Yeah I really shouldn’t have to prove my daughter is “disabled enough” to deserve a wheelchair. Sheesh.  I felt like a rock star for remaining so nice. Gave myself a little reward too. When I got home I had fudge ice cream for dinner while watching Daria on DVD while crying my eyes out while getting my feet rubbed by my husband. Ah the girl life. :)

Laelia pictures from Tim’s wedding

Monday, June 14th, 2010


Getting help packing.


Thanks for the “Lali Bug” hat, Charilyn!


My family!


Cousin friends!


Cousin Josh.


Dancing with Job


Waiting for the car with Grandpa and Grandma and Pooh Bear (in the purse).


Our photobooth shots (we’re cowgirls) :)

I’m WALKING on sunshine and don’t it feel good!

Tuesday, June 8th, 2010


Laelia’s knee immobilizers in action!

I get thrilled every time  she uses her knee immobilizers! Seeing her “up” makes me feel good. I wonder if a psychologist could explain  away all these endorphins that  kick in when she moves like a typical kid. I remember crying when I first saw her  touch her legs together after her major surgeries. I guess I work hard to accept her the way she is, but  my heart still  leaps at the thought of her being able to do more with her body.  

We’re not raising an inspirational speaker!

Tuesday, June 8th, 2010

We’re flying to Philly in ten days to see that expert doctor  everyone’s been talking about! :) I’m hoping we get good news! I’m bringing the immobilizers to show him what she can do.

It’s weird. I no longer pray for a cure for my daughter. I don’t pray she’ll lift her arms or walk anymore. Now I spend a lot of time  thanking God for all the people he’s brought into our lives because my daughter is “not boring.” ;)

I do pray for improvements. I pray for a magical surgery or a new invented gadget. But  it’s just that this life of ours is so normal to me that I don’t think to pray for some miracle healing.  My crazy  grief and irrational  fears have calmed.  I don’t actually  think about her disabilities much. Not unless she sees a doctor who gives us bad news,  or  if I don’t feel like she’s making progress. In fact  we only had her knee immobilizers  a week  before I  found myself in a slump over the fact that she wasn’t walking and running  already! What’s wrong with my expectations? I didn’t even consciously know why I was bummed.  
I need my emotions to move at Laelia’s pace, not fantasy’s.
I was reflecting on my life with my little girl today. I used to think life was over because my daughter was disabled. I shuddered at the words “crippled,” “handicapped,” or even “special.”  I balled my eyes out the first time I saw a handicapped parking spot in front of our pediatrician’s office. I thought I wouldn’t be a good mom to this deformed baby with the beautiful face. I worried and worried and worried. No biceps. No strong muscles in her shoulders or legs or arms.  Every body part twisted and stiff as iron! I was haunted by a  long-worded diagnosis I couldn’t pronounce for the first week of her life. “Arth-ro-gry-po-sis type a-my-o-pla-sia.” I’ve been depressed, angry, even overly lethargic.  

Then this “disability” I was raising started to get really cute. :) Haha.  She got curious. She got a personality. Then she learned some words. Whoa! Did she learn some words! :)  She really likes words. She went from having developmental delays in language to out-talking kids her own age in a matter of months!    And little by little this  great support system found me. And they continually showed me that Laelia was not summed up easily by a doctor’s diagnosis. She’s more.   As my husband says, “We’re not raising  some inspirational speaker.”   We’re raising a Laelia!

Okay I’d better explain  the “inspirational speaker” riff. :) You wouldn’t believe how many people told us stories of inspirational speakers when Lali was born! We learned to fear this occupation. We just wanted Lali to be “normal,” not some speech-giver  who makes typically functioning  people stop and appreciate their limbs!    I guess when we heard the term “inspirational speaker” we didn’t equate it with real life. It never meant inspirational person (like Theresa the painter who  paints with  her mouth or Ward “Scarman” Foley who writes books  and, yes, speaks to crowds), but  it referred to this stigmatized  disabled person who  only had one talent: talking about their disability.    

I  want more for my  kid.  I want her to love God. I want her to love knowledge. I want her to find something she  can master and  show to the world. I want her to be nice  and kind to others.  I want her married darn it! :)  And I want her happy and confident.

And I will be a meddlesome bother  until all those things happen! Hey maybe I’ll make it into an inspirational speech! People will be amazed how she survived my parenting! :-D