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HELL ON WHEELS
September 10, 2014

Perhaps a little dramatic but I just watched the first episode of the final season of Sons of Anarchy…

The aforementioned test drive power wheelchair will be spending the next month and half at Cole’s school so he can practice driving daily and learn to maneuver around his actual campus. He’ll also be able to have it at home on the weekends, oh my! Watch out world. If this doesn’t give the boy the motivation needed to master this beast, I don’t know what will.

The test chair is not perfect. It’s a tiny bit too small for him, and does not have all of the custom outfitting that his push chair has. He needs specific types of supports, including a five point harness across his chest that helps to right him in his chair. He also has an adductor piece that keeps his hips aligned, which again, helps him to sit straight and tall. The test chair does not have the ideal joy stick, or arm rest required to help him best access the driving mechanism.

However, somehow he does mange to access it and is doing pretty well with his driving. If he can master this chair without all of the things that will make it easier for him, he’s going to be insanely good when he has his own, customized, perfectly fitted power wheel chair. It’s exciting.

I can’t stop thinking about how much freedom he’ll have being able to be his own captain, to, for the first time, have a choice and the ability to fulfill it in terms of where he wants to go. We take it for granted that we can just walk over for a drink of water, to visit with a coworker, to move out of the sun while your mom is talking to a friend…He’s never had that. Until now!

SCARS
September 9, 2014

A dear friend’s daughter recently started to come to terms with scarring she has on her chest from several opened heart surgeries she has endured in her short thirteen years. Understandably, she felt self conscious about them and their unfortunate placement, especially for a girl who wants to be able to wear cute tops, sometimes with lower neck lines. But it’s more than just coming to terms with the actual scars. They are in no small way a part of who she is. They represent her survival and the magic that is her. For that reason, they are beautiful.

Her writing about her scars got me thinking about Cole’s scars. He too has had a great many reminders of his strength and survival. His body is a map of his life in some ways. At birth he had chest tubes, represented by tiny “x’s” on either side of his upper torso. His little belly button has miniscule prick scars from something early in his life. Funny, I can’t recall what it was. A monitor of some sort I think. If you look closely at his eyes, there is a little scarring on the inner whites from a corrective ocular surgery to uncross his eyes when he was about eighteen months.

His calves have two sets of linear incision scars running down the back of each leg from two different surgeries to lengthen the tendons to give him more flexibility. He has similar scars in the crook of his upper inner thighs. Each hip has a slash where plates were inserted, one side to prevent slippage of his hip, and the other to repair the slippage and reinforce it.

And then there’s the tiny indentation scar on his right temple, caused by none other than his dear mother when he and I were in Newport Beach wandering the ocean side looking for a beach house rental for the upcoming summer. We hit a rough patch on the sidewalk and his wheelchair flew from my hands, into the street (thankfully a very quiet, traffic free street) and landed on its side. His eyeglasses nicked his temple. He strapped in safely never hit the ground, just kind of sat on his side with the arm of the wheelchair against the pavement. In one fell swoop, I righted the chair and he burst out laughing while I cried…

I don’t know how he feels about his scars. Many can’t be seen due to their locale. Even his leg scars are often hidden by the long tube socks and AFO’s (leg braces) he wears to stabilize his walking. The only scar in view always is the one I caused…normal wear and tear of childhood, kind of. I have a similar indentation in my forehead where my grandmother accidentally closed my head in a door…The only time most his scars are visible is when he’s bathing, or in the summer when he lives in shorts and swimsuits. His friends don’t ask about them. I don’t know if they even notice them. He’s always in motion so they kind of blend into the landscape of Cole.

I treasure each one because they serve as reminders of the force that is Cole.

COLE’S CONFETTI CUPCAKES
September 3, 2014

I may have shared that Cole has a g-tube. He’s been fed through it since he was five weeks old…so going on thirteen years! He gets all of his nutrition and hydration from his tube feedings but keeps his taste buds active and keen with regular bites and tastes of fruit, fro yo (chocolate is his favorite), miso soup, sushi, birthday cake, and french fries with lots of ketchup! He drinks sips of water, juice and iced tea (he loves earl grey with a touch of honey and green tea). For much of his life he’s been a self-proclaimed vegetarian, a claim influenced by my husband’s goddaughter who has been a vegetarian since birth, despite having two carnivorous parents. Cole has tried sushi and has recently tried a little speck of hot dog and of a turkey burger but by and large he has little interest in anything meat. Which is fine…

The funny thing is that he’s been an avid viewer of cooking shows since he was a little tiny boy. He watches with intent and interest and loves to help me cook as well. We’ll chop together and mix and stir. He’s sous chef. He’s gone to weeks of summer cooking camp, bringing home the days recipes and leftovers for us to taste. He really loves cooking and watching cooking shows.

So when it came time to plan his 13th birthday party, we thought of several ideas. I suggested the backyard movie party that we’ve done the past couple of years (Princess Bride for 11th and Star Wars for 12th), but he nixed it. Somehow we came up with a cooking party and then after watching some you-tube videos for some recipe ideas, we decided to make confetti cupcakes, and to film he and his friends in action to create a cooking video.

Now the prep begins. Finding the right cupcake liners, choosing favors and planning a snack menu for the kids to nibble on whilst the cupcakes cool so they can be frosted. Here’s where I kick into gear. I’m great at the nuts and bolts of things while Cole’s a great idea man. I’m figuring this is probably the last year of traditional birthday parties. Teens don’t much do the party thing…The fun thing is that we’ll have a tangible memory of this one! Our first you-tube post…

(I’ll share the highlights of the party – it’s not until the 21st and maybe a link to the video if we succeed in creating the video)…

 

 

(PLEASE DON’T) RING MY BELL
September 2, 2014

We’re into our third week of 7th grade and it doesn’t feel like the anxiety of a new school year and the transition to the new teachers and classes is dispersing at all. In fact, there’s a whole new stress that now accompanies each school day. The morning bell…

My son suffers from startled induced seizures. They’re usually pretty short, not too invasive, and triggered by noises of some decibel level that leaves me perplexed. Sometimes the dog barking, a friend rushing up with a high pitched “Cole”, the dratted morning bell, a sudden exuberant outburst from mom, or something that I don’t register…You just never know.

But the bell has become his nemesis. During the final minutes of the drive to school there is a notable change in his demeanor. His body tenses, he becomes agitated. All in anticipation of the morning bell. It’s heartbreaking and frustrating. Probably more so for him since it shows an awareness of the seizures that he’s not had before, but also for the poor slob driving him to school (usually his darling dad). There’s a helpless feeling that washes over the driver, knowing there’s really not much we can do to ease the anxiety.

We’re working on finding ways to help him with it, but it takes time, and it takes his cooperation. We saw an amazing therapist this past weekend who created a story for him to use as a tool to help to ease his stress, anxiety, frustration, anger, and even sadness. It was fascinating to watch him while he listened to her create the story and dialogue with such interest and focus. We were provided with an MP3 of the story so that he can learn to weave it into his own internal narrative to help dispel the “shark” (the negative or fearful feelings). Time will tell but he was opened to the process and is keen to try to move past some of the negative things so I’m hopeful.

We also are trying noise cancelling headphones for the dreaded morning bell. Maybe just muffling the sharpness of the ring will help, or playing something comforting like the therapist’s MP3, or favorite music, will help ease the morning. I don’t know. He doesn’t always have a seizure, but the anxiety of the bell has become a problem in itself. I am hopeful we can relieve some of the bell stress. I feel like if we can help him to move past the bell, it will give him some confidence in his own ability to sooth and calm himself in other situations.

ROUTINE BOY
August 12, 2014

It feels strange to consider mid-August the end of the summer but school for us starts next week and that is the traditional benchmark for the end of summer. This last week is a bit dull for the boy. He doesn’t have a camp or play dates scheduled and his friends all seem to be on floating schedules this week like him. He’s not a happy camper. Routine boy is disgruntled by free flow, plan free, endless days. He’s a kid who respects routine. He likes knowing where he’ll be each day and what’s expected of him.

School breaks throw him off. He can have fabulous plans and thoroughly enjoy his time off but at the end of the day, he much prefers the routine of school. Everyone does their respective weekday thing. He goes to school and after care/homework club, his dad and I both go to work, and most nights we all converge on the house within a couple of hours of one another and have dinner and a little TV together and chat about our days or the next. He likes it like that. It keeps him even keeled.

Besides our little road trip last month, this week is the most topsy turvy of the summer weeks. Unlike the road trip, which he enjoyed (excepting that he has made it clear that he would prefer future vacations to include a friend, grandparent, or meeting another family so that he doesn’t have to vacation just with his parents), this week is mostly just him and a caregiver. He adores her and they’ll do this and that and maybe run around town a bit but not knowing what is going to happen makes him a little nutty.

I thought about scrambling around to find things for them to do and people for them to see but it seemed like too much effort and in the back of my mind I thought it would be good for him to break free of the routine and do a little flying by the seat of his pants. Not sure it’s working out but it’s only Tuesday…so we’ll see.

Ten Things That Make Me Happy About Summer
July 31, 2014

Road Tripping
July 30, 2014

We just returned from a five day road trip…We planned to meet some friends who were going to visit the Grand Canyon, driving from Boston.  We decided to do a couple of nights in Las Vegas on the way and then hook up with them in Williams, AZ to take the train to the Canyon together.   It was a great trip and the Canyon is spectacular.

But the stress leading up to the trip was palatable.  There are so many unknown factors that we stress over when making travel plans, even just to a new friend’s house, that sometimes it feels easier not to go to new places.  We never make that choice but the pre-travel unknowns definitely take their toll.  Accessibility, where and when to feed Cole, where and how to attend to his personal needs, all the things that make our travel a little harder, and a little different.

Turns out we’re a capable team, trio.  Yes, we have to scope everything out and plan for the worse, but when put to task, everything worked out fine.  We spent two fun filled days in Las Vegas, frolicking on the Lazy River  and enjoying some fab meals.  We traveled to Arizona, road a train and explored the Grand Canyon and then power drove back to California all without incident, embarrassment (well, Cole might have something to say about that – it turns out that our almost teen would prefer to vacation in future with a friend in tow. The parents are not satisfying enough!  Even the addition of a grandma is preferred to just the parents – how utterly typical of him.)

The Grand Canyon was amazing and even more spectacular than you’d imagine even having seen pictures, flown over it…It’s breathtaking.  We explored during day light and then returned for sunrise the next day.  Definitely an experience.  The whole trip was a great experience and it showed us that with some foresight and planning, anything is possible and there’s no reason not to heed adventure with the boy.  We can make anything work.

His dream is Paris.  I’m determined to make that a reality…maybe for middle school graduation!

CREATURE COMFORT
July 21, 2014

I have a confession to make. I can’t seem to get my son to sleep in his own bed. He’s done it successfully for long bouts of time throughout his twelve years but he’s once again managed to wrangle the coveted spot next to me and seems determined to stay there. Despite his considerable desire for independence in other aspects of his life, this comfort is one he refuses to give up. At least without a big fight…

I don’t have the bandwidth to fight it. I chose my battles as wisely as I can and I know this is one where if he digs his feet in deep enough, I’ll lose. I know somewhere in my mind that he’ll grow out of it again too. I know he wants to be near me because my work hours are such that he sees very little of me during the week, and he misses it. I miss it too which may contribute to why I’m not fighting this right now.

We talk about it often and he looks at me with amusement when I tell him that soon he’ll be moving back to his room. He looks admiringly around his room, which was recently redone for him so that ‘s a bit more grown up and very tranquil. He likes his room. Just not sleeping there. Perhaps just not sleeping there without me.

I’m honestly not sure what comfort he gains from sleeping with me. Most nights he sleeps peacefully through the night and wakes for a quick morning cuddle, something we used to do his in room when I’d come wake him up in the mornings. Those nights where he’s restless or sleepless, I’m up with him, but that too happens wherever he’s sleeping.

Part of me wonders if it’s simply that he’s got my attention if we’re together, alone, and he’ll take it however it comes, which makes me a little sad.

THE PACKING LIST
July 18, 2014

Traveling is not always easy for any family and with ours it presents odd challenges in that my son is in a wheelchair, needs certain privacies for his personal business, and is fed through a g-tube.  Highly challenging on long flights, less so on long road trips, but I’ll never shy away from the chance to share new places, adventures and experiences with him.  Organization is essential because some things he needs are not easily procured on the road or in another country.  We ship things when we visit my in-laws for example, and I make big lists when we hit the road.  We’re heading for the Grand Canyon next week.  I feel prepared which helps me to actually relax!  Here’s my packing list:

  2014 SUMMER ROAD TRIP – PACKING LIST

DOCUMENTS & ESSENTIALS
o   AAA Card
o   Cash
o   Credit Cards
o   Driver’s Licenses
o   Hotel Reservations
o   Keys
o   Map
o   Proof of Insurance
o   Train Reservations
o   ___________________________
o   ___________________________
o   ___________________________

TECHNOLOGY
o   Canon Camera & Battery Charger
o   Car Chargers
o   Extra Camera Batteries
o   iPads
o   iPhones
o   Jambox Mini
o   Laptop Cords/Chargers
o   Laptops
o   Memory Cards
o   Nook & Charger
o   Point & Shoot
o   Thumb Drive
o   Wall Chargers
o   _________________________
o   _________________________
o   _________________________

ENTERTAINMENT
o   Books & Magazines
o   DVDs
o   Pens & Markers
o   Playing Cards
o   Playlists
o   Stamps
o   Stickers
o   Travel Games
o   Travel Journal
o   _________________________
o   _________________________
o   _________________________

TOILETRIES

o   Cetaphil wipes
o   Conditioner
o   Deodorant
o   Eye Glasses Wipes
o   Face Scrub
o   Fragrance
o   Hair paste
o   Hairbrush
o   Kleenex
o   Lip Balm
o   Lotion
o   Make-up
o   Moisturizer
o   Nail Care
o   Razors
o   Shampoo
o   Soap or Body Wash
o   Toothbrushes
o   Toothpaste
o   Washcloth
o   __________________________
o   __________________________
o   __________________________
o   __________________________

FIRST AID & MEDS

o   Aleve
o   Anti-itch cream
o   Band-Aids
o   Blister Care
o   Children’s Benadryl
o   Children’s Tylenol
o   Disinfecting wipes
o   Neosporin
o   Prescriptions
o   Sun Screen
o   Tweezers
o   Tylenol
o   Vitamins
o   _________________________
o   _________________________

COLE’S SUPPLIES

o   Bags – 3
o   Changing Pad
o   Diaps
o   Extra Mic-Key Button
o   Extra Extension Sets
o   Formula – 24
o   Lap Towels
o   Lube
o   Pads
o   Tubes
o   Tummy Towels
o   Wipes
o   _________________________
o   _________________________
o   _________________________

COLE’S CLOTHES

o   Hat
o   Jeans – 1 pair
o   PJ’s – 3
o   Rash guard – 2
o   Shoes – Sneakers & Toms
o   Shorts – 8 pairs
o   Socks – 6 pairs
o   Sweat pants – 3 pairs
o   Sweat shirt – 2
o   Swimsuit – 2
o   T-Shirts (Long sleeve) – 4
o   T-Shirts (Short sleeve) – 8
o   Undershirts – 6
o   Undies – 6

DAN’S CLOTHES

o   Bathing Suit – 2
o   Hat(s)
o   Jeans
o   Pj’s
o   Rash Guard – 2
o   Shoes
o   Shorts
o   Socks
o   Sweater
o   Sweatshirt
o   T-Shirts (Long Sleeve)
o   T-Shirts (Short Sleeve)
o   Undies

CYN’S CLOTHES

o   Chinos – 1
o   Cover-up
o   Hat(s)
o   Jeans – 1
o   Lingerie
o   PJ’s
o   Rash guard – 2
o   Shoes – Sneakers, Flats, Sandals
o   Shorts – 2
o   Skirt – 1
o   Sweater
o   Sweats
o   Swimsuit -2
o   T-Shirts – 4
o   Tanks
o   Umbrella

o   Umbrella

 

 

 

JUST THE TWO OF US
July 17, 2014

My husband travels a fair amount for work, and sometimes for pleasure. Today he’s making a long weekend visit to Vancouver for a boys weekend with his best buddy who’s coming from Baltimore. Life long friends getting a rare few days to pack in some quality friend time.

His travel leaves me as the lone parent, caregiver, creator of fun activities, and master of distraction for my son. It means juggling my work day so I can get the boy to school (summer school in this case), and then pick him up at the end of the day from camp, or to find a willing chaperone for the day. It means getting us both up, him fed, lunch prepared and packed, me showered, both of us dressed, him sunblocked, braced and shoed, settled in his wheelchair ready to start the day, and on his way either with me or with said chaperone.

Then off to work for me and reverse the events. It sounds daunting but strangely, when it’s just the two of us, it all goes more smoothly than when my husband is there taking on most of the morning prep since I tend to take longer to get myself ready than he does.

I dawdle. I review emails to get a jump on the work day. I sip coffee and visit with Cole while he has breakfast. Take my time applying a little make-up, and then help with some of the boy prep…I always do braces and shoes.

When it’s the two of us alone, I am a machine…I get everything prepped, shower, dry my hair, swipe a little lipstick and dress all before he’s even finished his breakfast. Lunch gets packed and backpack checked and Cole is sunscreened, dressed, and we’re out the door on time, where we need to be on time. And it all feels easy and manageable.

Perhaps having just one of us to answer to and rely upon is easier than dealing with the two of us. He knows that even with me running around he has my full attention, which he seems to crave. For me, I know that I’m the only one who’s going to be taking care of him, addressing his needs, so I’m more proactive and on top of things. I feel like it would be quite a feat to manage to find a balance when it’s the three of us in action. It generally works okay but there are fits and starts that throw things off. Something to work towards…