Showing posts with label Down Syndrome. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Down Syndrome. Show all posts

May 30, 2012

Special and Determined

Jacob's birth story shared by his mom, Marla, of Special and Determined....

I was born March 22, 2006 at 1:32pm in Naperville, IL by cesarean section. I weighed 7 pounds, 12 ounces, and was 20 1/2 inches long. The picture above was my christening picture in the hospital before my shunt surgery (16 days old). I was born with a congenital heart defect called Tetralogy of Fallot, which is a congenital heart defect consisting of four different abnormalities.


Tetralogy of Fallot involves four heart defects: A large ventricular septal defect (VSD) - a hole in the septum between the heart’s two lower chambers Pulmonary stenosis - involves narrowing of the pulmonary valve and the passage from the right ventricle to the pulmonary artery Right ventricular hypertrophy - the muscle of the right ventricle is thicker than usual An overriding aorta - the aorta is located between the left and right ventricles, directly over the VSD. As a result, oxygen-poor blood from the right ventricle flows directly into the aorta instead of into the pulmonary artery

Before I was born, my Mommy and Daddy wanted desperately to have a baby. They went through a year of infertility treatments until it got to be too much for Mommy. One unexpected day after Mommy stopped treatments, she found out she was pregnant.

Mommy’s pregnancy was considered “high risk” because of her age. The obstetrician recommended a few tests to make sure all was okay with the pregnancy. Mommy had a Level 1 ultrasound which is also called a “screening ultrasound” to check that there is normal growth of the baby and to look at the location of the placenta and to be sure there is enough amniotic fluid. During the ultrasound the Perinatologist discovered a hole in my heart. He told mommy that there may be a possibility of Down Syndrome because of this, and asked if she wanted to have an amniocentesis to confirm.

Mommy didn’t know how to feel about all this information except scared and overwhelmed and she didn’t know how to tell Daddy. After Daddy and Mommy talked and determined that they were happy to be having a baby and whatever God blessed them with they would handle it with a loving and open heart, they decided against the amniocentesis, and just had my heart monitored over the next 5 months to see how it was growing.

Mommy did all the things that expectant moms do. Started buying clothes, got the nursery together, tried mommy yoga (that didn’t go over that well) and had a baby shower. She wasn’t going to let anything ruin the excitement she was feeling as an expectant mom, she had waited far too long to be a mommy.

My Birthday: Well it was the day for me to come into this world and everyone was anxiously awaiting my arrival. Mommy and Daddy got prepped to go into the surgery for my delivery.

And here I was blue, as was told to Mommy & Daddy by the Pediatric Cardiologist before I was born. Mommy was eagerly awaiting the scream, after a couple of seconds there it was. Daddy never told mommy until just recently that I wasn’t breathing when I came out.

I got to see Mommy for only a few seconds before they rushed me off to the NICU to evaluate me. After what seemed forever, the Neonatologist came to the recovery room to tell Mommy and Daddy of the heartbreaking news…I might have Down Syndrome, but it won’t be confirmed until the karotyping (test to identify and evaluate the size, shape, and number of chromosomes in a sample of body cells) blood test came back from the lab. However there were other characteristics that would give them an indication I had Down Syndrome. The Simian Crease on my left hand (The presence of a single transverse palmar crease can be, but is not always, a symptom associated with abnormal medical conditions, such as fetal alcohol syndrome, or with genetic chromosomal abnormalities, including Down syndrome (chromosome 21), and a large gap between the big toe and the toe next to it on both feet.

Mommy and Daddy were quiet they didn’t know how to react to the news. Mommy was thinking it was her fault because of her age and Daddy just didn’t say anything, except “I’m going to call everyone to tell them the news.” Then the nurse brought a picture of me to Mommy. Mommy’s eyes started tearing up, she could see it in my eyes that I had Down Syndrome. Her heart started breaking.

It seemed like forever since Mommy and Daddy saw me so they wheeled Mommy down to the NICU to see me. I was hooked up to monitors and had an air bubble over my head to help me breathe, but Mommy wanted to hold me.

After two weeks in the NICU and several issues with my oxygen levels falling too low, I was transferred to another hospital were it would be determined if I would need surgery.

I had a Blalok-Taussig shunt put in at 16 days old to help with the flow of blood, so I could get stronger to have my complete heart surgery (open heart) when I was 6 months old.

Well finally 3 weeks and one day after I was born I was able to go home. My parents were so excited to get home and start living our lives as a family.

As I was getting stronger Mommy arranged for early intervention to start. I had a physical therapist come to my house to help me start to get stronger and help me to reach my milestones. I was scheduled to have my complete heart repair at 6 months old and they needed me to be strong to go through this major surgery.

Mommy would sit in on my therapies with Darla the physical therapist to learn all that she could to help me get stronger and help me reach my milestones. This is mommy helping me to stand with the encouragement of my pray bear. She used the step stool since this would help me to learn to grab on to something and pull myself up. She was very creative in what she used to help me reach my goals.

You can read more about my first six months in my book “Jacob’s Journal – My Journey Home”.



Follow me and my growth as I am now almost 6 years old.

Oct 10, 2011

Sweet Awareness

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October is awareness month for a lot of things. For many moms, every day is awareness day. Here are a few things I've seen to help raise awareness.


I saw this on Parenting Special Needs' facebook page.



October is disability awareness month. Support our initiative to educate our communities about acceptance of people with Different Disabilities & Abilities.

Your Assignment:
♥ Start a Conversation ♥ Read a book to a group of children that emphasizes difference and fosters acceptance ♥ Share a personal story ♥ Pass on information about a disability ♥ Display our FREE poster ♥ Acceptance begins with a Smile : )


Rett Syndrome Awareness



from Brooklyn Ashleigh Butler...






Mitochondrial Disease Awareness



A touching post from Life With Jack...





A post about Mitochondrial Disease



and other awareness activities



by Mama Mia...




Spina Bifida Awareness


Faces of Spina Bifida


Daily photos & stories on the blog Beyond Measure....




Down syndrome Awareness

31 for 21 from Unringing the Bell

Daily posts from lots of blogs!







Sweet message from Boston Clark Butler's blog

Dwarfism Awareness





Let us know if we're missing anything. Help spread awareness!

Oct 8, 2011

Queen

I was going to use this as a 'Make Your Day Monday' post, but I couldn't keep it to myself that long!


She didn't need a crown to be a queen, but I'm sure it felt nice! :)



Mar 21, 2011

Everyone is Different

A sweet slide show and song in honor of WDSD.



Everyone is Different
by Lanny Sherwin

We’re all different colors, we wear different clothes,

We speak differently from different zip codes.
We’re short, we’re tall, we’re fat, we’re thin,
We’re square pegs in round holes just trying to fit in.

Everyone is different, it’s really no big thing,
It’s the differences between us that make life interesting.
Those little quirks that make us work are Heaven-sent,
So give a little thanks
That we’re all different.

We’re wise, we’re weird, we’re cool, we’re geeks,
We’re pieces of a puzzle – strangely unique.
But put us together and what do you see?
The world is our home, and we’re one big family.

Everyone is different, it’s really no big thing,
It’s the differences between us that make life interesting.
Those little quirks that make us work are Heaven-sent,
So give a little thanks
That we’re all different.

Jan 15, 2011

God's Plan

kidz



From the moment you took your first breath,
I could tell that you had a special job to do
I could tell by the crease in your hand
And your eyes, oh they told a story too
I could see the look on their faces
They thought something was wrong
They didn't see what I saw before me
A perfect babe had been born

So don't tell me what you think he won't do
You gotta open your eyes to a better world
Give him a chance to do like the others
Give him some time to move right along
I'm not saying this job will be easy
You gotta understand
I think he was sent here to teach us a lesson
Don't mess with God's plan
He is part of the plan

Now you're growing up much too quickly
Trying hard to keep the pace, I know it's true
So your steps are a little slower
And your words, oh they take their time too
You were born with a love that's so pure
One touch and it shows
You are an angel sent here from heaven
And I'm sure that you know

Since the day you came into my life
I found the meaning of believing
And i know that miracles are real
Every
time that you smile
I know the meaning of belief
You gotta open your eyes to a better world

So don't tell me what you think he won't do
You gotta open your eyes to a better world
Give him a chance to do like the others
Give him some time to move right along
I'm not saying this job will be easy
You gotta understand
I think he was sent here to teach us a lesson
Don't mess with God's plan
He is part of the plan

Jan 6, 2011

Love is...

kidz


When you care about someone and want the best for them even if it means putting your own needs last. Love is selfless. Love is when you see the best in a person even if others don’t care enough to take a good look. It is understanding their every word, even though they haven’t verbally said a single thing. It is believing in them, when others think things are out of reach. It is appreciating them for who they are and not wanting them to be someone they are not.

These are just a few of the things that define love to me, what is the meaning of love to you?

Mar 21, 2010

World Down Syndrome Day



Down Syndrome International (DSI) has officially earmarked 21 March as World Down Syndrome Day (WDSD). The date was chosen to signify the uniqueness of Down syndrome in the triplication (trisomy) of the 21st chromosome and is used synonymously with Down syndrome.


For ideas on how to celebrate WDSD, head to Down Syndrome NSW.

Feb 24, 2010

World Down Syndrome Day



Down Syndrome International (DSI) has officially earmarked 21 March as World Down Syndrome Day (WDSD). The date was chosen to signify the uniqueness of Down syndrome in the triplication (trisomy) of the 21st chromosome and is used synonymously with Down syndrome.


For ideas on how to celebrate WDSD, head to Down Syndrome NSW.

Jan 21, 2009

Healing Wisdom

by Tara Marie Hintz of Emma Sage's blog.

Emma: One who heals


Sage: One with great wisdom


Even before her birth, Emma Sage has lived up to her name, by healing and teaching those around her the true meaning of life.


Emma Sage is our fifth child. She was conceived one year to the day of our miscarriage. Before her conception I never fully understood the power of ones soul…….but the moment of her conception, I arose from a deep sleep, overcome by the most incredible sensation.….I sat up as I felt her soul enter into my body [I know you might question this experience, but it was the most profound moment of my life and one that has allowed me the greatest sense of peace.] I knew immediately that I was pregnant. I placed my hands on my lower belly and asked GOD for this baby to stay. It was a warm August night and the moon was full. I laid back down and watched the stars through the skylight thinking about what had just happened.


About 10 days later I took a home pregnancy test and it was positive….I took three more just to be sure. I was very nervous because of our loss that I asked my midwife to check my HGH levels at around 4 weeks. The levels were high and my fears subsided a bit. It was around this time that I began having dreams. I kept dreaming of a little girl who looked just like a china-doll….so tiny and perfect. I had my first dream of having the baby on the side of the road…..Beginning my concern of missing labor and birthing [in my dreams it was everywhere]. My sister who is a L&D nurse would laugh at me when I would tell her of my dream and she brought me a cord clamp and told me to keep it with me. [As fate would have it, we needed to use that cord clamp!] At 8 weeks, we took a family vacation to Florida. While at Universal Studios, Rick, Katrina, Greta and I [Otto was at Disney World with my mother, sister and her family] we were sitting in NYC waiting for the Blues Brothers show…..when this powerful sensation came over me again. I was watching this beautiful little boy dancing around…he would come up to us and smile and then dance away back to his parents. After the show started I could not keep my eyes off of this little guy. I looked at Rick and told him that I thought that this little baby was going to be exactly like that little boy [that it would have Down syndrome]. Rick put his arm around me and said, “That would be just fine”. I told my sister about the incident that night at dinner and we both forgot about it.

At my 13-week visit I was measuring big for dates, so my midwife asked if it was OK to do an ultrasound to rule out twins. Rick and I agreed [I was actually so nervous this pregnancy and wanted to take a ‘peek’ at little one]. The ultrasound was one of the worst experiences of my life….for the only reason being that the technician was cold and in the middle of the scan said “There is something wrong with this baby” and left it at that, even though I was asking her millions of questions. While I was wiping off the goop, she called my midwife and said, “I think we have a problem”…..Rick and I went right up to my midwifes office. There, my midwife Peggy told me that the technician had measured the baby’s neck and the measurement was abnormal. The baby’s nuchal translucency was 3.6mm and anything over 3.5mm was a soft marker for Down syndrome. Later that night Rick and I sat outside in the barn on his motorcycle and talked. I asked him at one point “what are we going to do?” and he looked at me and said “we are having a baby, we are not GOD, nor should we ever play GOD” [[man do I love this guy…..he is my best friend and he gives me such strength at times]] I was just so scared not knowing …….but this began my quest on finding everything I could on nuchal translucency, soft markers & Down syndrome. We already knew we would not have an amnio and we scheduled a level II genetic ultra sound for 19 weeks gestation at a teaching hospital near us.

The time between the 13-week scan and the 19-week scan proved to be one of the most enlasightening times of my life. Everyone who asked me about my pregnancy heard about the possibility that the baby might have Down syndrome and the responses I got amazed me….from “you will be truly blessed if the baby does” to “What are you going to do, you're not going to have it are you?” One of the most profound comments came from my daughter Greta. While discussing with the children the ultrasound and ‘choices’ people make based on pre-natal testing, Greta looked at me and said “So mom, if parents had a crystal ball [like the ultrasound machine] and found out that the baby they were carrying was perfect and when that baby was five it was in a horrible accident and became disabled and they had to take care of that child for the rest of their lives, could those parents choose to terminate that baby just because they didn’t want to deal with it later on?” [[See I told you Emma Sage was already teaching those around her the true meaning of life, even before she entered into our world.]]


At the level II, my sister came with me. She used to work at St. Peters and I wanted her with me to also look at the scan to see if there were any issues with the baby’s heart or other major organs [I had come to accept the T21 very easily…it was health issues that I was scared of, because I wanted to make sure we delivered at the right hospital if little one need immediate medical care [how funny is this when fate had its hand on where Emma Sage was to be born]]. The baby was free of any structural issues and the nuchal translucency had corrected itself at this point. We did have a slightly abnormal pyelectusis, so another soft marker was found. This changed my risk/ratio from 1/47 to 1/280. At a 28-week scan the baby had no soft markers for Down syndrome, but I knew in my heart already that she would be born with that extra little chromosome.


I celebrated this pregnancy. I shared with everyone the joy we felt, even in light of the question of T21, because to me, that didn’t matter……this was a baby, a perfect and beautiful baby. My dreams kept intensifying. It seemed like at least once a week I would dream of missing labor and birthing where-ever…..my sister always laughed when I would tell her of my dreams and kept reminding me to keep the cord clamp with me. I kept dreaming of an angel…..
I thought it was the baby we lost trying to reassure me that everything would be fine.

Three days before Emma Sage’s birth we were at the library and for some strange reason I found and checked out the book ‘Babies with Down syndrome.’ When my mother-in-law saw the book I had checked out [along with a bunch of books on gardening] she looked at me and said “you're not going to need this book”, and I just smiled at her and said “I know, it is for just in case.”

Emma Sage was due on May 5th……..on Tuesday, May 8th I was busy that evening helping my oldest daughter with her science project. We finished up the project and everyone headed to bed early [Rick had an early trip and needed to leave the house by 3:00a.m.] I had bad gas and went down stairs to take a warm bath…..I would then sleep on the reclining chair for an hour or so and then wake up with ‘gas’, and take another bath…..this went on three times. After the last bath I fell asleep to wake to what I thought were finally contractions. It was 1:00 a.m. I timed them for 15 minutes and at 1:20 a.m. called my sister to say that I think was going into labor [at this point they were beginning to hit me fast and furious, but I could still walk and talk through them] She told me to call my midwife and she would get dressed and meet me at the hospital. I called the midwife at 1:25 a.m., getting her answering service, left a message and waited [timing what seemed to be waves of contractions, never really beginning nor ending]. She called me back at 1:33 a.m. {which awoke Rick, who jumped out of bed and got dressed because he figured something was going on}. I told her I was not sure if this was the start of labor, but that I felt so weird and that could she check me out and if it were nothing she could send me home. She said she was on her way to the hospital and would meet me there. We woke up the children and I dressed Otto, while I was bending over to put on his overalls, I was hit with a contraction that scared me. I asked him if he could put on his shoes, because mommy didn’t feel like bending over anymore. I got myself dressed and while I was pulling up my overalls, I got another contraction that hit me like a ton of bricks…..I got real scared because I thought to myself “If this is the way my labor is beginning, I don’t think I’m going to be able to handle it and is it a good thing to be bringing the children to the birth if I’m out of control”……I walked down stairs [Rick and the kids were on their way out the door] and when I got to the bottom I had this strong sensation to go to the bathroom. I told Rick I had to go to the bathroom….pulling off my clothes. When I got in there I realized that I was going to have the baby. I yelled for Rick telling him that I thought I was going to have the baby right away. I asked him “Where should I go?”,,,thinking living room floor or back up to my bed and Rick tells me “Get in the bathtub”….he throws down a bunch of clean towels and he calls 911. I hear him on the phone and he yells, “kids quick, what is our address again?” [Our address had changed a few years back for 911 but he could never remember the street number as opposed to our old RR#]

Now this is where fate steps in again………I knew this was going to be Emma Sage’s birth….I just did not know where, but I knew it was going to be just us. The most amazing thing about Emma Sage’s birthplace is that it is exactly the same area that Rick’s grandfather died [his grandfather died on the toilet in the same bathroom within inches of where Emma Sage was born... and actually Rick was sitting on the closed toilet, on the phone with 911 helping me deliver her….I think that there must be a gateway for souls to enter and leave this world at that spot….[and this is where Emma Sage’s third name comes from, her Great-grandfathers name was Alexander and we decided to add Alexandra to her name to honor her great-grandfather and the location of his death and her birth] Anyway, I truly believe that the dreams I kept having were a premonition to prepare us for birthing her alone. I also think that divine intervention was there, keeping her birth a peaceful and joyous occasion and not one that was over-run by medical inquiry. We were the ones to deliver her and welcome her into this world. I was the one who said upon her birth as I raised her up in my arms to my chest “Oh, look honey, she does have Down syndrome!”……..The children were there and we were a family.


We got to ride to the hospital in an ambulance and waiting there at the emergency entrance was my mother, my sister and Peggy, my midwife. Peggy looked at me and said “If it is nothing you can send me home?” and laughed out loud because Emma Sage was delivered into our world within 14 minutes of my telling her that.


Because Emma Sage was born outside the hospital she was considered a ‘dirty baby’ and had to stay with us [I would have had it no other way, but because of her Down syndrome if she had been born at the hospital they would have taken her away from me…..so see I told you there were greater forces at hand helping us at her birth!]……we all laugh to this day about her being the ‘dirty baby who was born in a BATHTUB!’

I knew right away she had Down syndrome and my midwife and sister both said that they too thought she did….we had many doctors come in to take a peek at her. I was scared at first because she was hypotonic and chilly so they had a warmer brought in for her….she wouldn’t latch on to nurse right away [even though she did on the ambulance ride over] and went into a deep, deep sleep. I started pumping right away because I would not allow them to supplement her with formula. She would nurse from a syringe those first 24 hours and then she latched on and has been a champion nurser ever since [I still breastfeed her and will most likely continue till she is 4 or 5 [that is if she wants too!] like I nursed all of her siblings.


There are so many things that have happened since Emma Sage entered into our world. She was the source of comfort for everyone in our family the week following her birth, when my brother tragically died. She filled everyone's arms with love and hope. She carried our whole family through that very sad time.




If Emma Sage had not been born with Down syndrome, I would have most likely been at the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001 [I was scheduled to attend a conference where a few of my friends perished] but I refused to leave her.





When we were in Montreal the summer after she was born we had this older gentleman walk right up to us [Emma Sage was in my sling so you couldn’t really see her but the top of her head] he placed his hand right on her and said “you have a very special baby here” We looked at this kind, old stranger and said “thank you, we think she is very special” and he said “No, she is very special and will touch many people's lives…..I’m not positive how she will do it, but she will touch so many people”……the kids and I took a moment to think about what he said and he smiled and walked away……we looked back to the park were he was headed and couldn't see him anywhere. To this day I believe he was a messenger. And I must agree with him. In Emma Sage’s short life, she has touched so many people. Her bright smile, her sweet disposition and charm captures everyone she meets. I know her life will be filled with inspiring others, because she inspires us every day.



Fast-forward two years:


Today is Emma Sage’s second birthday. What a glorious day it is…….Emma Sage is the happiest little girl you could ever meet. She is patient and kind…..very inquisitive and loves to explore everything. She is healthy and growing wonderfully [even though she is still a peanut. Today she weighed 21.5 lbs., was 33 inches and her head was 45.5mm]




Emma Sage’s development is strong and consistent in all areas. We are still ‘opted’ out of Early Intervention and are caring for her whole development through mainstream activities. At her appointment today with the doctor he was amazed and delighted with her. I could list all she is up too, but I don’t because that is not who Emma Sage is……there are areas that are slower to develop and areas that are strong. We as a family know her strengths and weaknesses and work with her daily on helping her achieve all that she is capable of. Her speech and socialization amaze me [the chatter-box that I am, this little girl can out chat me! Lol] and I am so thankful that she is mastering these skills. She loves the Wiggles and Elmo. She would rather be outside, even in the rain, than to be indoors. She is our little escape artist and we have to watch her every move, because if given the opportunity to go outside, she will take it. She loves babies and is such a big helper for her mommy with the little guy I watch. She loves to sit up on my lap and give him his bottle….she is right there with a tissue when it is time to change diapers, and if Ben gets into something he is not allowed too, she will tell him, “no, no” and come get me.




I can not imagine our lives with out Emma Sage. She has brought so much love and laughter, faith and compassion to our family. We are truly blessed by Emma Sage!




Fast forward five years:


It is hard to believe she has had five more birthdays since this was posted. This is the story of how Down syndrome entered into our lives.....presenting itself in the genetic make-up of our youngest child.



In the dark, cold days,
There shines a light
To make my heart
So pure and bright!

Jan 14, 2009

Child of Love

A compilation of writings by Tammy Hodson at Praying for Parker.



A mom.

A medically fragile little boy with Down syndrome.

A story to tell.

We consider Parker to be an exceptional blessing in our lives. We are constantly amazed at how such a little guy has inspired so many people. But we believe that one of his callings in this life is to touch the hearts of others. Parker still has at least two extensive surgeries in his future.



His health issues include:

1. Pulmonary Hypertension - One of Parker’s doctors describes Parker’s PH as being caused by upper airway obstruction due to severe obstructive sleep apnea, combined with chronic lung disease due to Parker’s underdeveloped pulmonary system. This could cause heart failure, which requires Parker being on supplemental oxygen and medication. If we can keep Parker healthy enough for his lungs to grow, then new tissue will be generated to slowly heal his lungs. This will lead to his PH numbers receding.

2. Tethered Spinal Cord - Parker’s spinal cord was attached to his sacrum, which could cause paralysis as he grows. His cord was de-tethered in May of 2005, but vigilance is required to make sure that the cord does not re-tether.

3. Failure to Thrive - because Parker is constantly so sick, he hasn’t been growing very well. He weighs 23 pounds and is 2.5 years old.

What can I say? The kid is teeny. Really, really teeny.

But he’s HUGE in courage, smiles, spunk and love.

4. Bowel Obstruction - Parker will need two surgeries to create a functional tush, aka, his Teeny Tiny Designer Heiny. As of now has a colostomy until he becomes healthy enough to undergo such extensive surgeries.

5. To help with Parker’s severely obstructive sleep apnea, and his severe pulmonary hypertension, Parker was trached in October of 2007.


6. To help Parker get enough nutrition he received a g-tube in November of 2007.

Because of these issues, Parker is on several expensive medications as well as using several items of durable medical equipment. Parker has already had two surgeries and many stays in the PICU at Primary Children’s Hospital in SLC, Utah.

To help us keep Parker healthy we have him in what we call our “Safe Room” This is a Parker and Mom and/or Dad room only, the kids can only come in one at a time after they have washed, sanitized and masked up.

Parker receives the following therapies and services:

Occupational Therapy
Through Alpine School District Parker receives one hour of OT a month. Parker is working on reaching across his baseline on a consistent basis and increasing his hand strength. We work with Parker to hold a crayon with the proper grip. We are teaching Parker how to insert small objects into even smaller openings. Parker is learning how to twist things on and off and flip switches. He has successfully mastered both throwing and catching a ball. Any ball. The kid loves balls. Parker has also mastered the fine art of stacking. They kid can stack anything…anywhere.

Physical Therapy
Through Alpine School District Parker receives physical therapy twice a week. He has mastered crawling (when he wants to), and pulling himself up to a stand. He is still learning the best way to get out of a stand. And we keep the faith that Parker will, indeed, walk. And run. And skip. And jump.

Speech Therapy
Through Alpine School District Parker receives one hour of speech therapy a week. Parker is learning how to express his needs through sign. He is working on two word sentences such as ‘Want Car.” Although “No! Mom!” still seems to be his all time favorite.

Feeding Therapist
Our school district will not provide any feeding therapies for Parker. So we have found an independent therapist to help Parker. It is fairly common for kids with g-tubes to no longer have a desire to eat by mouth. But since eating helps prepare a child for speaking, we feel that this therapy is something we need to provide for Parker. Plus, we hope that one day Parker will no longer need special feeds via a g-tube. When that time comes we don’t want him not to understand such basics as chewing, moving food around in his mouth, drinking from both a cup and straw and swallowing.

The whole eating thing is made even harder by Parker’s trach. Kids that have been trached can’t smell or taste. In order for Parker to smell or taste he has to be wearing his ’speaking valve’ on his trach. But because of Parker chronic lung disease he can’t wear the speaking valve for more than about an hour a week.



Pre-school
Because of Parker’s health issues he is unable to attend school. And after lots of discussion and prayer both Reed and I feel that Parker needs would best be met in a home schooling setting. In a few years we may re-evaluate this decision, but I doubt it. Through Alpine School District Parker is visited once a week by a special needs pre-school teacher.

This year Parker will continue to work on colors and sorting and identifying animals. I have also created almost 25 lesson plans that will cover topics from bugs to trucks to gingerbread men. I want Parker to explore the world around him to the best of his ability.

I am so grateful for the degrees I have in Early Childhood and Elementary Education. These have served me well with all of my kids. But they are even more of a blessing with Parker.



Because insurance only partially covers Parker’s numerous medical bills, a special account has been set up at all Zion’s Banks in the name of Parker Reed Hodson. These funds will help to ensure that Parker is able to get the care that is absolutely necessary to his overall health, well being, and quality of life. All donations will benefit the Uniform Gifts to Minors Act in the name of Parker Reed Hodson. Contributions to this fund may be made by clicking on the 'donations' link in the sidebar of Parker's site, or at any Zion's bank,or by emailing Tammy at: hods5mom[at]aol.com.

We absolutely believe that with the love, prayers, and support of family and friends Parker will be able to overcome his health setbacks and will be a much loved and needed member of our family.


Sincerely,
Reed, Tammy, Bailey, Brant, McCall, Rigel, Kensley, and Parker Hodson.


Parker's current status: He had surgery just two days ago for a bowel obstruction.

If you could keep our Brave Hero in your prayers for his pain to be manageable and that he can heal and return home, that would be so very appreciated.


Child of Love
by Ronald S. Cole-Turner


Child of love, our love's expression
loves creation, loved indeed!
Fresh from God, refresh our spirits,
into joy and laughter lead.

Jan 12, 2009

Good News & Good Idea


What a great way to start out the new week.... Good news!



Our friend, Dallyn, who had open heart surgery just last Wednesday, is home (early) and doing amazingly well!!! His mom Shellie said he loved the blanket in the hospital, and now that he's home, he has been enjoying the music and books. Thank you, thank you for everyone's thoughts, prayers, and gifts sent for Dallyn and Shellie.

Wow. Doesn't that just put a big smile on your face? I know it does for me!

If you need another reason to smile, and you missed this week's kidz feature, go meet Mercede and Cheyenne.... they and their mom will teach you to live, love and laugh!

I could end the post there, and I'm sure you would all feel fulfilled, but I wanted to share this fabulous idea to do with your children while it's still the beginning of a new year....

Blissfully Domestic suggests doing an interview with your children at the beginning of each year. Type up the questions and answers, and leave a place for the child to draw a self-portrait. The interviews can be kept in their own binder, or an addition to a scrapbook. It will be fun to remember what mattered to your child at different ages, and see how that changes through the years!


Their list of questions for the interview includes....

Favorites:
cereal
vegetable
drink
toy
TV Show
game
book
restaurant
holiday
animal

If you could change your name, what would you choose?
What do you love about each person in our family?
Where would you like to go on vacation this year?
What are some of your wishes for this year?



Oh, I just think this is such a simple, easy and great idea! Enjoy doing this with the kiddos starting this year!

I just wanted to remind you that the kick-off party will be here before we know it. There will be three grand prizes (and boy oh boy are they grand)! There will also be daily giveaways. I would like the daily giveaways to be something handmade, to support the many mom-preneurs out there. I'm eyeing a few things on etsy, but I wanted to ask everyone's opinions. Do you have a suggestion for the daily handmade giveaway (under $40)? Let me know if there is an on-line boutique or etsy vendor you'd like me to consider.

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Happy Monday everyone!

Jan 7, 2009

Live, Love and Laugh

by Gayla at Where Are My Angels.



Gayla and crew, 2008


I have 4 kids. My first, Chris, is not mine biologically. He was my stepson I raised from age 5 on. I consider him my son. His father is the biological father of my oldest two daughters whom both have disabilities. I now live with my second husband, my daughters Mercede 18, Cheyenne 16, and Aysha 4 ½ . I'm 40 years old and my husband is 29. He is 11 years younger than me and 11 years older than Mercede (I just find that funny). My ex-husband is not a very nice person and after 13 years of marriage I left him. My girls also had to go thru therapy for 9 months because of damage he caused mentally to them a year after we separated. He is now serving time for some actions he tried to take against us that my girls witnessed.



When I found out I was pregnant for the first time, I was very excited but very fearful of having a still birth. After I found out I was pregnant, I didn't buy any clothing for my baby and didn't get anything ready until the last minute. I was afraid to jinx things.

I got pregnant 4 months after my 21st birthday. I was young and had a 6 year old step son I was raising. I was excited to have a baby of my own to love and care for. I had a normal pregnancy and only one sonogram (they didn't call them ultrasounds like they do now) when I was 6 months along. It didn't show any problems but they couldn't even tell me the sex of my baby either.


At the end of my 8th month I had a feeling my baby was going to be born soon. Three weeks before my due date I went to my OBGYN for my regular prenatal visit. The doctor seemed very concerned about the size of my baby. She informed me that my baby seem to be measuring a lot smaller than it should be. She told me she wanted me back in one week for another sonogram. I was so shocked that I forgot to tell her I had been having some cramps off and on.


I went to work upset about what could be wrong with my baby. A friend told me not to worry that her baby was born small too and was fine. Later that evening I went into labor which lasted almost 24 hrs. On September 1, 1990 at 4:20pm my daughter Mercede was born, she was born on my 22nd birthday. When they laid her on my chest she was sticking out her tongue and was blue in color , almost the same color as her blanket. I asked the doctor why she was blue and he commented "She's like a chameleon; if she were on pink sheets she would be pink".


She was taken from me and went to the nursery. An hour later a doctor came in and rocked my world. He wasn't our regular family doctor, but the one on call. We had chosen a family doctor over a pediatrician; because we wanted our child to be able to go to the same doctor we all went to. At the time we didn't realize what a horrid mistake we had made. The doctor informed us that our daughter was showing signs of Down syndrome or mongolism. I still can't believe that in the 90's a doctor used the word mongolism. It brought back a memory of my childhood when my mom told me that my best friend’s sister was a mongoloid and that she wouldn't live long. I knew what Down syndrome was, there was no need for the other offensive term to be used. A good friend of mine had a son with DS and he often spent the night with us.


I later found out Mercede was on oxygen and they couldn't tell me why. I sat in my room without my baby and cried and cried for the baby I had expected but lost. I pictured this new child of mine in a plastic tent on oxygen the rest of her life. I was young and didn't know a thing about babies, especially medically ill babies. Seven days later I was able to take her home off the oxygen.


There was a lot of confusion of whether she had DS or not. The doctors were sure she did, but the nurses told me they didn't think she had it. I asked my friend to come over and she told me she was sure my daughter had DS. So then I accepted that and moved on. A month later the test results came in. My family doctor told me she had translocation 21. I asked what it was and if it had a name like Trisomy 21 has the name Down syndrome. He informed me that it didn't but that it could be inherited. He wanted my husband and I to have our blood tested. He also told me that my daughter would be like a child with DS. So I went to a book store and ordered a book called Babies with Down syndrome, and that is how I found out my daughter did have DS. Translocation 21 was one of three forms of DS. I called my doctor to tell him that she did have DS.


I was shocked and upset. I couldn't believe this had happened to me. I didn't really think of her as a child at first. The nurses didn't let me hold her. It wasn't until she was around 3 days old that I mentioned to my doctor that I hadn't gotten to hold her. He was mad at the nurses for not letting me. They told me I couldn't since she was on oxygen. He told me I could hold the oxygen tube up to her nose. Then she felt more real to me.


My husband was in total denial. He refused to believe it until we went to the geneticist.


My step-son was just happy to be a big brother and he was a great one....






Chris, Mercede & Cheyenne, 1992






Chris, Mercede & Cheyenne




A few weeks later we found out I was a carrier of the translocation and that I would have a 10% chance of having another child with Down syndrome. My doctor set us up with a geneticist.




When Mercede was two months old we met with the geneticist. He was a very cold person, when he told me about my chances of having a child with DS, he told me I would want an amnio next time so I could abort if the child had DS. I told him that my husband and I didn't believe in abortion. The geneticist informed us that our baby was still young and that we would change our mind. But I do owe the geneticist for one thing. He listened to Mercede's heart and noticed right off that she had a heart defect. He sent us to cardiology just a few minutes later. Two hours later we find out my daughter had a severe heart defect and would need open heart by 6 months of age. If we didn't go to that geneticist appointment, Mercede's heart defect may have gone unnoticed until it was too late to treat it. It is supposed to be routine for all doctors to order echocardiograms on all babies with DS because almost half of them have heart defects. We changed to a pediatrician after that.




Mercede, 1992



I coped by learning all I could, getting my hands on anything I could read. I didn't have internet until about 10 years later. I couldn't find much information before that about Translocation Trisomy 21. I'm one who gets over things quick and moves on. I didn't grieve long, less than a few weeks. So I really didn't need help with coping about her having Down syndrome. The heart issues were another story. They scared me for years.

Almost two years after Mercede's birth. I gave birth to another daughter with DS. Cheyenne also had the same heart defect as Mercede. We discovered her heart defect in my 8th month of pregnancy. It was an AVCanal defect. The same heart defect her sister had, and one that is very common in babies with DS. We then knew she had DS too, we had declined any testing, except for sonograms and fetal echoes.


Cheyenne & Mercede, 1994






Cheyenne, 1999


Mercede was hospitalized a lot as a child but now is doing well. She still has to have more heart surgery in the future to replace her mitral valve and she will always be on heart meds. But you would never know it to look at her. She loves to dance, she loves working out to Richard Simmons video's. She is active in pottery class also....



Mercede



Mercede, while my most annoying child (trust me, she is, lol) is also the one that doesn't take others for granted. Mercede loves to be around other people that she can help. Mercede has fed the sick and the dying and also cared for them. She has laid beside her great-grandmother (whom had colon cancer) and rubbed her head and spoken softly (which is a feat , if you know Mercede) to her during her Grandmothers last days. She will often tell you about feeding her Aunt Mary (whom passed of Alzheimer’s last year) and what her Aunt didn't like to eat. She will also tell you they are with Jesus now. Mercede had a best bud for years that she liked to sing to and dance with. Her friend had CP and was 20 years older than Mercede. Her friend could not talk but could smile and laugh. She smiled and laughed alot when Mercede was around. Then a year ago her friend passed on, it was very hard for Mercede. But soon there was someone else to take her place. A woman with Down syndrome whom also had Alzheimer's. Mercede could make her smile and laugh. There would be a light in her eyes when Mercede was around. A few months ago, Mercede also lost this new buddy. But Mercede moves on, as she knows they are with Jesus now. When Mercede stays with my mom, her favorite thing to do (besides eating potatos) is visiting the nursing home with my mom. When she talks on the phone to my mom she will often asked how someone is that she is worried about. She is also getting frustrated with me, because I keep promising her that I will take her here to visit some church friends in the nursing home and I haven't done it yet. She is also very spiritual. She will often raise her hands in praise in church and also cry when the mood hits her. I don't know how much she understands about God, but it is obvious she feels his presence. At the same time, she can spell t-r-o-u-b-l-e!! At home, she is obsessed with the bathroom and can't stand to have stuff on the sink. She is always hiding the hand soap and hand towels. She hides shoes all the time. You can fine one, but not the other. I will find them in my bookcase, out in our fishing boat. It took me a year to find the match to my favorite pair of shoes. She will argue about anything. If I give her something to eat, she will say "I don't want it, I'm full", So I take it away and then she says "Nooooooooooooo, I want to eat!" So I give it back and then it goes on and on this way til I am pulling out my hair. At school she behaves herself, but on the school bus....................oh my. She has a collection of bus tickets. Just a few weeks ago, she choked the bus driver with his seat belt while he was driving. Now she didn't actually choke him, but she did have it pulled around his neck and he couldn't get it off. Course she giggles like crazy thinking it is funny. She also threw his jacket out the bus window. This is one of her favorite bad things to do on the bus, throw things out the window. She is like the character from the "Problem Child" movies, when she gets on the bus. She will be 18 this year and is only 4'5". Since her open heart surgery (mechanical mitral valve put in) she has gained like 10 pounds and now weighs 82 lbs which is fat for her!! lol When we go out to eat, they still give her childrens menu's and "Hey, you can't complain about a cheaper meal". Now her big thing is scratch off lottery tickets. She loves scratching them off.







Mercede, 2008




Mercede was a huge Barney fan while growing up. Needless to say, a mom can only take so much. So I banned her from Barney. Mercede was so upset that she went thru all my videos looking for something she liked. Then in the corner cabinet, under five inches of dust, she found Dancing to the Oldies. For the next few years Mercede worked out with Richard every single day. During the summer she worked out 3 hours a day, while I laid on the sofa eating chocolate and cheese curls shouting "Go Mercede! Go Mercede!" She was his biggest fan........well okay, probably his smallest (wink, wink). To cut a long story short. I pulled Mercede from school so she could attend a Woman's Conference in our home town that Richard Simmons was going to be at. Surrounded by hundreds of large women (me being one of them), little, tiny, skinny Mercede worked out with them/us. She was near the front of the stage and Richard called her up on stage. Mercede was so happy to meet him! When she does that mouth open, eyes rolled up toward heaven look, you know that she is on super excitement mode. He pulled her to the front of the stage, and then Mercede lost it. She slapped him away. While we didn't get THAT photo, we did get the priceless look on his face after it happened.









Richard Simmons with Mercede & other adoring fans





If you ever meet Mercede, she will tell you her version of the story. It goes something like this......"I slapped Richard Simmon's and made him cry."While she did slap Richard, and while he did cry. It isn't a whole truth, since he was crying on stage about 15 minutes before she slapped him. But hey, her version makes for a better story.





Cheyenne, 2008




Cheyenne is currently not on any meds and doing great. I was so excited to give birth to her. Mercede was such a joy that I actually wanted Cheyenne to have DS too, and was granted that wish.



She watches a lot of TV. She can stay at home by herself. She is such a flirt and has been for some time. At times it is funny and other times disturbing. lol She comes home every day from school with a story about either "her boyfriend" or the boy she can't stand. Of course these are the same boy. Sometimes she will be so mad she will go into her room and slam the door and throw a book at it. My husband has been worried especially when she said this boy had pushed her, he told me I needed to talk to his mother. I have known this boy since he was a baby (he is a year younger than Cheyenne) and he like her, has Down syndrome. His mother started laughing, when I told her my husband says I should talk to her about it. She was like, "Has he seen my son?" Nope he hasn't. Her son is tiny compared to my girl. She is much taller and much heavier. Like she said, my daughter could beat her son up!! lol ( I do know that he hasn't hurt my daughter, as the bus driver keeps me informed).



Every year she attends a summer camp and there is always a "summer crush", it is normally one of her camp councilors also. I didn't get a picture the first time but did the next two times. She will keep the picture until the next one. lol Well his and Brad Pitt’s picture, and Omar Epps (from House MD). In the past she had a crush on my husband. Boy this was a rough one. My husband is her stepfather and when we were dating, you could tell she had a big crush on him. When we got married, then she was horrid to him. She wasn't very nice for the longest time. Then she had, wait has, a crush on my sister’s husband. That is quite funny, because she all but ignores my sister and everything is "Hi Matt", ""What you doing Matt" etc…. Now, the most embarrassing crush has now developed. Last week, I couldn't find her at church, then I turned around and there she was. I can read her smile and see her giggle. Darn it, if she isn't flirting with our minister. I have to look back on my crushes. There were several teachers and even a cousin! YIKES, but NEVER a minister, of course mine were all in their 70's.



In 2004, I gave birth to Aysha, my first child without DS....

Aysha, 2008

Aysha is a translocation carrier like I am, she will have the same chances to have a child with DS too. She has been a handful since her birth. She isn't anything like my other two babies were. I think the next time I have a child, I'll be hoping for another one with DS.


Mercede will probably never be able to have alone time, she is too trusting of strangers and also doesn't react to danger appropriately. Both she and I are hoping that we can find funding to get her placement with one of the organizations here in town where she could live in an home with a few roommates. I didn't know how she would do with a workshop but she is working in one in a work program at school and liking it. I know she will spend time volunteering in nursing homes, as that is one of her favorite places to visit.

Cheyenne I can see working doing cleaning work, she loves to clean. I see her living semi-independent, as she can now stay home hours by herself. I see her one day getting married (if she could settle on one guy, lol).



My advice to other parents is to live, love and laugh....

If that doesn't work, Xanax and Paxil are great!


I work for an organization that supports people with disabilities and have ran across so many wonderful people with Down syndrome. I think everyone has a special talent, you just have to look for their abilities not disabilities....

Bernadette Resha

One of my favorite artists is Bernadette Resha . She is a married woman whom has Down syndrome and is an incredible artist, among other things.

The Tulip, by Bernadette Resha

Her display of Art can be found here.

For more information about Down syndrome, go here.

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