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Monday, September 8, 2014

The Dreaded IEP Meeting...

We have recently moved (yes, again) and Jordan is going to a new school. A new school means a "Move-In IEP Meeting". Now, I have only been to 2 IEP meetings all together, but I have to say they get me emotional.
  If you've never been to one, here's what to expect:
You lay out your child's strengths and weaknesses to a team of professionals and as a team, you all decide on a plan of action that will best suit your child. Jordan is great at puzzles, is a quick learner, is very friendly, and very independent. One of his favorite phrases is "I got it!".
"Jordan, let me help you with that."
"No, I got it!"

His weaknesses are obvious. His speech is still practically non-existent, he drools because of oral motor weakness, and his fine motor is severely lacking. These aren't what got me all teary eyed though. That happened when Jordan's SLP, teacher, and OT started telling stories about how he acts in school.
"Always wanting to help, even when its not his turn."
"He learns so quickly!"
"He and the other girl he goes to speech with get along so well."
"His gross motor is great! He gives me heart attacks when he plays on the playground."
"He knows all his colors except gray."
"He knows all the shapes we need to learn in preschool."
"He knows all his capital letters."
"He sings and dances with the other kids in class."
"He will be going to regular Kindergarten next year, with a projected 60mins inclusion time." (That means he will be in a general education class, with a special needs teacher helping him for 1 hour out of the school day while he is still in that GenEd class. He will still be removed for speech and OT)

The kindergarten statement almost broke me down. His team seems to enjoy him so much, and the fact that he is on par with other neuro-typical kids his age in every area but speech and fine motor, makes me so happy I could cry.  His attitude in school is such that he knows he can do everything the others can, and sometimes he can even do it better. He knows he is good at something, and that makes me happier than anything else I can imagine at this point. His OT just kept repeating "He is such a bright little boy and picks things up very quickly."

The Special Education Coordinator brought up the bib issue. She is concerned that next year the other kids may ridicule him for wearing it, so my plans to find/ make a viable solution for him will have to move up.

I am so proud of my son and everything he has already accomplished, I am looking forward to all the leaps and bounds that have yet to come!


Saturday, May 3, 2014

Oh, Look! Another Diagnosis!

I wrote this the day of Jordan's latest diagnosis. It has taken a while for me to fully come to terms with it and to share it with others.


Oh, look! Another diagnosis!

 The same day we had Jordan’s MRI, we had the results. That is an awesome turnaround time (getting his Neurologist’s reports in a timely matter is a different story though). It has been determined that Jordan’s apraxia is caused by Polymicrogyria (PMG). Bilateral Frontoparietal Polymicrogyria to be exact.
(Info on PMG)

Now, no one is sure how this will effect Jordan’s development, or if it will have any effect on his cognitive ability.
Here are some other things we don’t know:
We don’t know what caused the deformity. It could be a mutated gene or cause from CMV (info here) (If I had it while pregnant
No idea if he is going to be more susceptible to TBIs or not. We wonder if it’s going to ok if he plays team sports at all.
We don’t know when the seizures will start (if at all).  Probably adolescence, when all the hormones start going whack, but no one can tell us for sure
We don’t know if it’s genetic. If he decides to have kids of his own one day we have no idea if it’ll be passed down or not.

What we do know is this:
His PMG is located in the areas that manage motor control and planning for the mouth, tongue, throat (for swallowing and such) and fingers (exactly where Jordan’s trouble spots are, yay for answers!);
There is no cure for this condition, it is a congenital brain deformity and he will always have it;
Therapy can help (if not completely resolve) his apraxia and dysphagia (his swallowing issues) which seem to be his only symptoms of this rare brain condition.
Seizures are pretty much inevitable;
Jordan is a kick-ass determined little boy and will own any other diagnosis thrown his way!

Whenever one finds out their child has a disability it’s difficult, but then when you get another, more serious diagnosis, It’s almost like trudging through peanut butter mud. If you don’t keep moving and spreading your stress points out, you’re going to either sink or you’re going to lose your boots.
I just came to terms with his apraxia diagnosis, and now I learn he has a brain deformity! One that wasn’t detected in numerous ultrasounds but there were several signs leading up to now that were explained off as something else (or not explained at all).
As an infant my Bug was classified as Failure to Thrive (FTT). We supplemented with formula along with his nursing (and he was a barracuda baby too, no suckle reflex at all, he just gnawed his food out *owie*) and he caught up weight-wise by a year. The doctors were also worried about his head, though it was still growing, it was falling off the growth curve while everything else was on track. Ryan has a small head (sorry, sweetie. It’s true) and I just thought it was a genetic thing. At about 6 months, I noticed Jordan’s arms would get really tight and straight and he would zone out. I thought he was being silly until he had one of these episodes and a nail gun went off and he didn't even blink! An infant with perfect hearing not being startled by a pneumatic nail gun?! Needless to say I called his doc and got an EEG scheduled. It came back normal and he didn't have another episode again (that we saw). We are pretty sure they were absence seizures. He also only recently (like within the past year and a half) developed the “pincers grasp” which is a skill they should develop by a year old. His hands were always in fists, too.
 ALL THESE SIGNS! And no one put them together. Hell, I didn't even THINK to put them together. My eldest child has a brain deformity… I just can’t see it. Dr. Shauh (Neurology of Wichita) saw it, ordered an MRI and we finally got some answers. We've got almost everything we need to speed on ahead.

He’s my little boy and nothing is wrong with him. He struggles with speech, he drools a lot, and he gets very frustrated sometimes, but he’s perfect. I couldn't imagine having a different child. Yes, I've mourned over both diagnoses. It breaks my heart knowing that he will have to struggle with things that come so easy to everyone else. He’ll have to fight through the stigma that is placed on those with special needs. He is special and wonderful and with his support system that quite literally spans the globe, he will achieve anything he wants. Stigmas and obstacles be dammed!



I find myself wondering about the future with a sort of dread and hope that can only come from parenting a special needs child. I KNOW he will make leaps and bounds with his speech, communication, eating, and fine motor skills, and I am extremely excited to hear “I love you” for the first time within the next few years. But I also wonder if all the successes and improvements he’ll make will be enough for him to live a happy and full life. I want him to keep reaching for the stars, but I also want him to know how far he has made it (when he reaches adulthood or even in his teen years).

He started in a special education preschool in February, and he is doing so well.  He is thriving in school, like he was made for it! I am so proud of my Jordan! He is a resilient, sweet, sarcastic little boy and I wouldn't change him for any other in the world.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Mommy Guilt

  If you're a mom, you know mommy guilt. That feeling in the pit of your stomach that tells you YOU'RE the reason your kid isn't quadratic equations at 3 like all those kids in his/her playgroup. It tells you that YOU'RE the reason your child isn't as well behaved as all your Facebook friends' kids (I mean, every day is sunshine and unicorns for all those other moms, why is it that your kid makes you want to huddle in the closet and drink ALL the wine?). And if you have a special needs child? Pfft, forget it! You will examine every little thing you did from the time of conception until present day. "What did I do wrong? I didn't want to make it harder for my son/daughter! Was it that Subway tuna sandwich I had at 6 months pregnant?"
  We know it's illogical. The fact is, in many cases, shit just happens. Genomes got wonky and there's nothing to do about that. As moms, we need to take care of ourselves and have a realistic view on life. We are not all powerful, we cannot control DNA or RNA or even the weather (yet), and we are not responsible for everything that happens to our children. Parenting is emotionally and physically difficult, and if it's not, you are not doing it right.
  Be good to yourselves mommas. The guilt may be oppressive at times, but it's not always your fault and you can't control everything. Breathe, laugh, and put one foot in front of the other.


  My son goes in for an MRI tomorrow. They are going to see if there is a possible cause for his verbal and oral apraxia. I find the mommy guilt bubbling back up. What if that time he fell off the bed when he was a newborn caused it? Or the time he rolled off the couch? and then there's the fear that they won't find any reason at all and it will forever be a congenital anomaly.
 Ah, this confusing rollercoaster we call parenthood.  Here's to being caught between hoping they find an answer, and fearing they will.