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Laelia’s soft elbow splint in action!

Sunday, September 14th, 2008

This soft elbow splint allows her to reach down for objects and then bring them up into her visual field! I love it! (Despite the fact that people think she has a broken arm.) At one point she doesn’t understand why her left arm can’t do the same thing. This is a great way for her to bypass her missing biceps during play! Well, that is until some LeTourneau University Engineers make her a bionic arm! (hint hint!)

 I’ll just apologize now for my high-pitched, mind-numbing baby voice and Puppy the cat’s nosey disposition. :) Enjoy!

The dreaded bar

Sunday, September 14th, 2008

My new bar! Umm, my hands got stuck to it. :)

This new bar is affixed to two giant white shoes that you put over her pretty pink AFOs. We are suppose to wear it for 23 hours a day. We are only really wearing it during naps and at night because it makes her AFOs slip down, causing her little feet to get crammed in a funny position. Hopefully we can get this worked out. I think our orthopedist wanted to add an extra pad in there. Maybe that will do the trick.

Everyday during PT (physical therapy) I get discouraged by Lali’s lack of movement. Stupid arthrogryposis! Stupid amyoplasia! If I try to do her exercises she throws a fit and refuses to do much. I try to encourage her to move her arms and legs, but she will just lie there and cry. I even make funny sounds (I’d die of embarrassment if anyone overheard me), and clap and cheer for her. But she hates it. And I really start to think, Will my baby ever move? 

Then I take her to the orthopedic office and sit her on those medical tables with the sanitary paper, and I watch what I couldn’t get her to accomplish in weeks of PT!

 

 Click on any picture for the video! 

The orthopedist decided to change the bar shoes from strings to velcro, and while he was busy doing that in another room, I moved my child down the whole table until the path of destruction reached from one end to the other. He came back before I could unroll another several feet of the paper for her. :)

Hey whatever works, right?! :)

Sleep

Sunday, September 14th, 2008

I am so thankful for the amount of sleep my daughter allows me now. But still, do we have to cry for over an hour at night? It wasn’t her shoes, it wasn’t her splints, it wasn’t her tummy (hunger anyway), it wasn’t her diaper and it wasn’t her temperature.

I’M ONLY HUMAN!!! :) 

So I can’t read minds and I can’t figure out what in the world she wants. I have a theory that she doesn’t get to expend a ton of energy during the day so may need to work it out at night. I mean after all that crying she was totally conked out. Maybe she just wasn’t tired and didn’t want to sleep all night when she didn’t do anything all day. Not that she didn’t get stimulus today, but, you know, she never moves. So maybe she doesn’t need as much sleep? I just don’t know. 

I sang this soft song in Hebrew to her over and over for a long time while rocking her, and that seemed to calm her a bit. I don’t like that she cries herself to sleep every night, even for only five minutes. I’ve Googled this problem and it’s not an uncommon problem for babies her age. So I’m not special. Should that make me feel better?  

It may also be that she isn’t able to roll over at night. She does get stuck in one position all night and often wakes up with slight redness on her back from sweating. It usually goes away after getting some air. 

Any suggestions?  

Hard times, peaceful times

Friday, September 12th, 2008

“sigh”

http://dyrudadventure.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-last-day-with-laelia.html

Above is a link to the page of Tammi and Rodney’s blog where Tammi talks about her last day as Laelia’s nanny. Just scroll down a bit once you click on the link.

Tammi has been amazing. She helped us out when we needed it most. She did Laelia’s everyday stretches that I was unable to do (emotionally) because of the pain it caused my baby. By the time I was doing better and able to help with stretches, I was amazed at how “loose” (a term not often associated with arthrogryposis) my daughter was. That was eight months ago and I can hardly believe it. Without Tammi I don’t think Lali would have the gains she has today. We were told whatever wasn’t stretched now was not likely to be movable later. That’s very scary to know and then realize that what the doctors want you to do to your baby hurts her! I don’t know what I would have done without Tammi. Actually I don’t know what I’ll do without her now!  

Tammi did me the favor of NOT going into labor this last week. :) We had another baby sitter, our respite worker, set up to take over childcare starting this Tuesday so we were crossing our fingers that she would last that long. :) 

Well I found out today that our sitter who was going to take over for Tammi was just placed on a jury that will fill her mornings for the next month! I won’t tell you how hard it is to find someone to watch our daughter and NOT charge more than I make an hour due to the special care she needs. Anyway, two hours ago I talked to Phyllis (from Fellowship of SD) who immediately calmed me down (as she usually does). She is going to work something out to allow me to go to work for the next month. I’m so thankful!

This has been a hard week between stomach aches and tears. Yesterday my family received some bad news. It’s nothing related to Laelia, but everything to do with a dear member of her extended family getting a bad deal. (Why God?) Please keep my family (the Haleys and Damigos) in your thoughts and prayers!

Besides that, work is still stressful, but hopefully we will be slowing down starting in a few weeks. I get home everyday and hold my daughter for a long time as I de-stress.

But through it all, I have felt peaceful. Sometimes I really have to work on stopping whatever I’m doing or whatever negative thing I’m thinking about, and claim that peace. But it’s peace that’s promised no matter what, “at all times and in every way” (2 Thess. 3:16). So no matter what comes our way, or what plans change, I know I’ll be taken care of.  

I love my baby!

Sunday, August 24th, 2008

I just had the best day with my baby and I just have to tell everyone about it! We played for hours and sang songs and read together–it was great! She is sleeping now and I miss her. :(

Today I did her stretches just twice, but both times, despite being a little stiff, she wasn’t too fussy. I took big breaks and gave her lots of attention and distractions. She only cried through the worst three stretches, and was even smiling through the other ones! I did her stretches at church in the courtyard while other people and their kids distracted her. She didn’t cry at all! Of course I skipped those last three. She was such a good girl though.

This morning I figured out a new use for her supination splints by stringing up her arms for some elbow bending. The soft materials are much better than her hard elbow splint. I’m pretty much a genius. :) Just got to figure out the blood circulation problems.

Lali likes kisses on her tummy and tickles on her toes and anything that involves hanging upside-down. I showed her a picture book with baby animals and after I said each of their names, “giraffe, bear, lion” she would squeal the same syllables, “squeal-squeal, squeal, squealion.” I’m in love with my baby!!!

This weekend Lali gripped my fingers strong enough in each chubby fist to support being lifted into a sit-up. We were thrilled she had enough hand strength! Then Charley and I tried to teach her how to snap. (Too soon?) She just stared at us like we were nuts. This went on a while. :) 

I found out I like spelling her nickname ”Lali.” I just like it. Still pronounced LAY-Lee.

My baby is the bestest ever.

The end. :)

More babies!

Friday, August 22nd, 2008

Joshua David Circo

He’s finally here! Megan, after a bit of a scare (more than a bit at the time) gave birth to a perfectly healthy and perfectly handsome baby boy via emergency C-section. He’s so perfect! I love his little fingers and his little ears and his little nose and his little everything else! And look at that perfectly round head! :) He has Megan’s nose and John’s forehead, but he didn’t open his eyes much for me so I can’t tell on those.

Megan, as you all may recall, was Laelia’s babysitter every Monday for months and months. She did Laelie’s painful stretches, physical therapy, played with her and went through the switch from milk to solids with her to name a few things. Near the end, Megan did Laelie’s stretches awkwardly bending over a giant tummy. :) We’ll miss her but we’re excited for her too.

Unfortunately Laelia and Joshua haven’t met yet! A security guard stopped us on our way up to visit and told me NO BABIES! Well he was nice, but he told me to go home since Charley wasn’t there yet (more on that later). So Joshua’s daddy, John, had to come out and watch Laelie while I visited with Megan and baby Joshua. It was a baby switcheroo. :) Then Charely finally arrived and we switched back. So Laelie was stuck in the waiting room with other kids (as old as twelve!) who were banned from seeing new moms and new babies.

Boooooooooooooooooooooooooored! 

After visiting with baby Joshua, Charley took me to dinner to celebrate all the good things in our lives right now. Recently we heard that Laelie’s arthrogryposis was one of the worst cases of muscle atrophy they (certain medical people) had seen. There are worse cases in general, but of arthrogryposis kids, Laelie is not as functioning as we would have liked. Although they did say that they marvel at the fact that we got her straightened out as much as we did. And that’s with stretching and serial casting only, no surgeries on her upper body yet! We’re still hoping for the best, but it has been settling in our hearts that our daughter may need some extra help in life. Still I am amazed at all she had accomplished in her short life so far. But this news and some other minor things we learned (that I’m not going to focus on now) were very hard on us–Charley especially. So we have been trying to focus on all the good things. And we couldn’t think of a better place to celebrate than the hospital cafeteria where our good friends just had their new baby.

Well, we were going to go to the hospital cafeteria but Charley had gotten so lost on his way to the hospital that he was parked too far away. He told me that he didn’t want me to feel like I was the only birth that he got lost on his way to. :) (If you haven’t heard the story, Charley was driving me to the hospital to have Laelia and my dad and Christina were following him. The hospital is right down the road and we had been there for ALL of our childbirth classes. So of course he got lost. :) Did I mention it was right down the road?! Seriously. :)) So Chili’s got us. It was a little past Laelie’s bedtime so we asked for a quiet booth so she could sleep through dinner. Later we joked to the waiter, “We asked for a quiet table,” and pointed at our happy daughter who was busy singing (squealing?) a happy tune.  

I’m having a blast!!!

While Megan is not coming by anymore, we still have Tammi. One thing that came up during our celebration-of-positive-things dinner was that Tammi is in her nesting stage of pregnancy. Woo hoo clean dishes! At first it was just nice that Charley was finally doing more housework… until he thanked me for doing it. Then we figured it out. :) Ah nesting, I remember that burning desire to bleach my bathtub at 2AM. Good times. We’re trying hard not to take advantage of the situation. :)

Another positive thing we are thankful for is that we have Chelsea coming over doing Laelie’s stretches three afternoons a week. It’s been nice not having to worry about those. Actually when she started doing the stretching, everything started to get right with the world. It is amazing how much a helpful and willing person can change the mood of an entire household. 

We also talked about Laelie’s shoes during dinner. We were looking forward to throwing them away the next day and getting her new AFOs. But when I called the orthopedics people up to see if they got the shoes I was informed that we could not get them that day. Why the heck not!? I wanted to know. The earliest the orthopedicist could see us would be Tuesday the 26th right before occupational therapy. Turns out this company is family owned and operated (one of the things I love about it) and the receptionist/wife of the orthopedicist, you guessed it, had a baby! Haha! I guess I’ll let it slide this one time. :)

And that’s when I realized that me and the people in my acquaintance are directly responsible for overpopulation. Yeay for babies! :)

What to say?!

Monday, August 18th, 2008

I have talked with four people… oh wait I almost forgot the obligatory Laelia pictures.

My two teeth!

 

I dropped my toy! :’(

No seriously Mom, don’t get up, sheesh. :)

I love Megan’s bed! Zzzzzzzzzzzz.

Better? :) Okay, where was I? Oh yes. I have talked with four people (all strangers) this last month while out and about who saw my daughter, guessed incorrectly at why she was wearing shoes with a bar and then said, “Oh my cousin/niece/son/friend had that bar and now he/she does gymnastics/baseball/soccer/dance.” :) Of course I’m not going to explain in a brief encounter that my daughter actually was born with little to no muscle and multiple joint contractures. I just say, “Oh wow that’s great,” and keep walking/shopping/eating. I guess lots of kids have DB bars on their feet for different reasons. Good to know. Usually I don’t go into Laelie’s disability unless people seem really interested. It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it, I do! It’s sometimes like the elephant in the room, and I want to talk about it (not all moms do, but I do), but it makes people SO uncomfortable to hear about arthrogryposis and amyoplasia. First I hear about how they’ve never heard of those conditions. *sigh* Yes, I realize they are rare. No, there is no cure. Yes, they do exist. No, it’s not like your niece/daughter/cousin/friend… bleh. Thankful I’ve recently met great people who have not turned our conversation into a tragedy. They seemed interested and were curious, but didn’t gasp audibly or change the subject quickly.

The best thing to do is to listen. Asking questions like, “How does that work?” or “How does she react to that?” Instead of, “What’s wrong with her?” or “Why does she look like that?” makes all the difference. It’s a subtle difference, but one way of talking separates the child from the disability. That’s what I want to hear.

Actually I have spoken to a couple other moms who feel lost in what to say when someone asks about their kid’s splints or whatnot. We want to be treated like normal, but it’s not normal. We don’t want people to say they’re sorry, but sometimes we want them to feel sorry. We want them to act like nothing is wrong, but not blow off the disability either. We don’t want to hear about some person they knew who had some little tiny thing wrong with them that required some dumb little surgery and now they are 100% better, but we want them to be able to talk to us about their kids. It’s a weird balance. And the question remains, Is it better to say something than nothing at all? Usually. It depends. If the only thing you can think to say is, “God planned for this to happen,” or “You should be happier, at least it’s not fill-in-the-blank,” then maybe it’s best to just stand there looking uncomfortable. :) Hehe. Okay no I’m joking. :)

I found a little something online about how to talk to parents of disabled kids. But once again I found a list of don’ts. Don’t ask the following:

  • What’s wrong with her then?
  • Didn’t you have the blood tests when you were pregnant?
  • Did you consider having an abortion?
  • How long do you expect her to live?
  • I’m sure you’re glad your other child is normal?
  • Is it hereditary then?
  • What will you do when she’s too big to manage?
  • When she grows up will she be normal then?
  • Can she walk, talk, crawl, speak etc.?
  • I have heard that this type of diet can help children with this handicap
  • Yes well you may say, “That’s obvious! I would never say that!” But let me tell you now, Laelia is only ten months old and I have been asked in very similar language every one of those questions, except for the “aren’t you glad your other child is normal” one. Instead I was tentatively asked, “Do you have.. any.. other children?”

    So I searched some more online and found another website from another mom with a daughter with the same kind of arthrogryposis Laelia has. Actually I’m getting a good picture of what Laelia will look like in the future. And while I want to make a disclaimer and say I don’t agree with everything on this website, I found one link very helpful. It was called Be Smart! It is just an honest mom talking about how she wants her daughter to be treated, and–surprise! surprise!–it’s how any mom would want their kids treated. One thing was how it’s not good to talk about/ask about the child right in front of that child! These kids are smart and sensitive! Other stories were about living in the culture of the deep south and I find California much more enlightened comparatively. But I’m totally biased. :)

    But my favorite site was Abby’s. Here is where I found the most complete information about what I was about to face when Laelie was first diagnosed. It was very helpful for me, although Laelie’s case seems to be a bit worse than Abby’s. But then again there are cases much worse than Laelia’s out there.

    But back to our original topic of what to say to someone who finds themselves a parent of a disabled child. It seems there are dos and don’ts that change with the circumstances. At the very beginning of grieving, a lot of things can be taken the wrong way. When a mom is feeling a little better, they usually only see your love and kindness even if you say the “wrong” thing. 

    Charley says that some of his friends just listened and that was most helpful. Also it’s easy to screw up giving advice, even good advice. Usually it was better to avoid advice-giving. Charley also liked hearing, “Well you’ll be a good father,” or “Well we know you’ll do everything you can for her.” That type of thing that implied, without evoking pity or a lot of wincing expressions, that he cared about his daughter. Asking about the child is always good. Even when you hear answers and you don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing, it’s okay to ask, “So how do you feel about that?” Like someone would ask how Laelie is doing and we would say, “She moved her arm for the first time.” And they wouldn’t know if we were celebrating or grieving! Sometimes it was both! It was bitter-sweet. Yes, she hasn’t been able to move her arm a lot, but oh my dear lord, she finally moved her arm!

    Actually it was always okay for people to say to me, “I don’t know how to ask this, but is okay to ask you about this?” As long as an effort was made to show sensitivity it was okay. But be careful because rarely is a parent going to say, “No, you can’t ask me!” Just follow their subtle cues. Like if they respond to your question with some round-about answer then stop asking. They are probably trying to avoid the question.

    It is always appreciated to look into a child’s eyes and compliment the first thing you love about them. :) Of course I did hear a woman at Children’s Hospital once going on and on about how she didn’t think a child was good-looking so she just said, “Oh look at you!” If you have to say that, don’t announce later the reason for it. Sheesh.

    What helped me the most were the people who told me they were thinking and praying for me and my baby. They weren’t afraid to hold her. They weren’t afraid to be by my side as I grieved. Who avoided giving advice and only asked hard questions after Google failed to answer them first. I loved to hear hopeful, positive things like, “She will do so many great things!” And I heard those things until I believed them. 

    She will do so many great things.

    Her life has so much purpose! 

    She will touch so many hearts! 

    She will bring so much joy!

    And she did.

    Babies!!!

    Monday, August 18th, 2008

    This has been a week of babies! Laelia got to hold a newborn for the first time this week. Here is little Jane Anne Marie in Laelia’s lap giving her a well-deserved raspberry. :)

    Mommy always tells me my face will stick that way.

    Tell me I have more hair… right?!

    When I set baby Jane Anne gently onto Laelia’s legs, Laelie started to arch her back to try and swing her arm over the baby. It was so cute. Of course if I had allowed it the next thing she would have done would have been to grab whatever she could in a fist and then swing her arm again and again beating the stuffing out of poor Jane Anne. Believe me, I’ve seen this little one with our cats. :)

    Next we visited Megan and John on Sunday (Megan’s due date) to see if her baby was coming. Even though there were contractions all day, they were never consistently closer than about six to ten minutes apart. Laelia is still waiting for her tummy friend to come out and play. We did see some tummy acrobatics, but no baby. :)

     

    Hanging with the girls…

    Whoa! Where did you come from?

    Then Cara and Paul came over and we got to see baby Isaac again. This time, though, Laelie got to see him up close. Actually she started to head butt him! Click here to see the video of some loving headbutts. :) The only difference between headbutting Isaac and headbutting her teddy bears is that the teddy bears don’t try to grab your face when you’re headbutting them. :) When we first got there, Laelie was making those “I want it!” cries that she does when she sees a kitty. But this time she wanted the baby. We did put their hands together at one point. That seemed to make her happy. :)

    Then Tammi and Rodney showed up with their tummy baby who is not due until October 4th (day after Laelie’s birthday). I think with a room full of people it was nice for Laelie to see Tammi since she spends lots of time with her. She seemed to be thinking, “Phew, a familiar face,” when she saw Tammi, and then went noiselessly into her arms. :)

    As far as I’m doing, it’s weird to be surrounded by all these babies and knowing not one of them will be like mine. Actually I could spend a month in a hospital full of babies and not one would be like mine. Sometimes I forget what normal movement looks like and am amazed at what my friend’s newborns can do that Laelie will never be able to do. She will move, but she will use technology to help. Of course by the same token, there are a lot of things that Laelie will do that none of her new friends will be able to do. Like move a wheelchair with her head or have cool gadgets or get to go play at a therapist’s office once a week. It reminds me of when my friends had braces, and even though braces are not fun, I sure was jealous! :) They looked cool and I wanted them too. Maybe it will be like that.

    I did notice myself taken aback when I walked into Sarah’s hospital room and people were celebrating instead of grieving. It was amazing! But at the same time, I had not realized that I was subconsciously gearing myself up to comfort instead of cheer. I’m chalking it up to not having been in a hospital room since my experience. The smells and sights were the same. There was even a white board and one of those portable bassinets and the IVs, etc. like my room had. At one point when talking about the C-section incision and how it’s hard to laugh, I mentioned how it was hard to sob, but immediately retracted that and changed it to “sneeze” when I realized just how depressing that sounded. But that’s all I did in my hospital room was hold a pillow tight over my stomach while sobbing. And darn it that hurt! And I wasn’t able to blow my nose because of the incision so I mopped my face with washcloths. So now I’m thankful that I have some good hospital/C section memories even if they are vicarious ones. :) Yeay! That means a great deal to me.

    One great thing about support groups is that you meet people in your situation and you feel like this is normal. It happens that the people who find my website have just found out their baby has some long unpronounceable condition so they google it and find me. So a lot of my new mom friends have special babies who don’t move much. Now I have my San Diego friends all having babies and it’s weird that they are all so wiggly. But I wouldn’t want them any other way. It’s just a jolt, like remembering again oh yeah we’re special.

    But I have deeply enjoyed holding and cuddling Laelie’s new friends. It brings me so much joy. I love it! It makes me want another one. (Note the terrified look on Charley’s face. :)) Knowing I can feel a pull of love for some little one who is not even related to me makes me certain that I could deeply love an adopted baby. It makes me excited again for the family God will give me, no matter what it will look like.

    Oh and speaking of babies, we thought Laelia was a little chunky because she lacked the muscles to “work off” the weight, right? Well we were wrong. Grandma just unearthed this picture of me at Laelia’s age. :) Now we know whose genes to blame. :)

     

    Laelia loves bears

    Tuesday, August 12th, 2008

    Click on this picture for the video!

    My little darling is in love with every bear. :) It’s adorable! She also loves her duckie. We do have to help her cuddle them, but this child loves her stuffies! I have to remind Puppy to stop stealing them from her. *rolls eyes* It’s becoming a problem. I set the baby up with a stuffy and then go to the kitchen and by the time I get back Puppy has the stuffy in her mouth across the room while baby is just staring at her totally bewildered. I wish I could catch it on video. (Puppy is our tabby cat by the way. :))

    We had a hard weekend, but we’re all doing better. This week we’re going to be doing some long term plans and budgets and talks about daycare and adoption and the future and stuff. All of that. We also have to discuss when we want to do that test that will determine if I can have more kids. Well I can have more kids, but this will let us know if I have good odds to have kids who are healthy and physically whole. We have to figure out if we want it done earlier (so we know earlier and can make some long term plans now), or much later with her surgery which will be easier on her. The later is what we’re leaning towards, but we had no idea how upset we would be at the prospect of not having more kids. So now I just want to know for sure so I can start working through that information. And of course we still have to meet with our geneticist on this issue as well. We already picked him out (he was the one who diagnosed our daughter). Also at the end of this week we will hopefully have Laelia’s new shoes. They are going to be pink! I can’t wait. No more sore little feet! Okay, that’s all the updating I have for now. Here’s more bear photos … just in case I haven’t crashed Phyllis’ computer yet. ;)

    Video firsts!

    Monday, August 4th, 2008

    While we were in the splint room waiting for the occupational therapist to adjust Laelia’s elbow splint, my adorable baby leaned over and gave me a kiss right on the mouth with a smack and everything! It was so precious! Since then that’s all she does! Since some people (read: HER GRANDMA) have demanded more videos, here is one of her giving me kisses. Enjoy!

     

    Other cute videos demanded by her grandma include:

    The one of her getting her nose kissed.

    The one of her head butting her aunt Linda.

    The one of her giving big open-mouth kisses to her duckie.

    The one of her daddy kissing her tummy until she turns into a fit of giggles.

    The one of her keeping a drum beat with drum sticks.

    The one of her copying her daddy’s tongue noises.

    Whew. There. That should appease the grandma for at least a few more days. :)