Perfectly Ok

I always feared trying to educate small ones of differing grades. That was before I knew the extra educational needs and learning disabilities that would befall us.

What is perfect in the day of a sick mother of disabled children?

Whatever it is, it is impossible to attain. So, I will live with “perfectly ok.” Today, was perfectly ok. I limped to go collect our hope in two bottles and went to the bank and then wanted to crawl home and stay in bed.

But it was perfectly ok that I couldn’t. It’s perfectly ok that I feel tired. It’s not only the AS fatigue, it’s also the good kind of tired from USING my body, not only from constant pain and fighting inflammation. I like that kind of tired, even as it contends with my body’s innate fatigue that I wake up with and fight against daily.

It was good be busy. I love being busy. I love doing. And so, when I finally lay down so I could plan the next Bible story segment and learn the memory verse so I could make up a song for the children, it was perfectly ok that that didn’t happen.

Instead, just as I dragged my laptop across the bed and put my feet on my hot water bottle, my littles came in, my four year old leading them. “Can we come lie down in bed with you?”

Well, there went the silence and rest I’d been hoping for! Instead, I got some cuddle time, some Bible video time in bed and random conversation with my littles. It’s a fair trade, right? After all, the most important thing is to help them develop holistically, and that definitely includes emotionally, doesn’t it.

I didn’t do ANY of the school work I’d planned. I’d planned it before I knew I’d need an hour and a half to go collect my daughter’s new med, the Strattera. My hope in a bottle. Last week, during our crazy hospital stay, I told the psychiatrist how my non very talkative angel can’t focus. I try show her pictures, she isn’t interested. We tried sign, she didn’t look long enough to learn the correct sign for the word meant. We speak, she doesn’t copy. We try the iPad, she only wants one specific app- Starfall- and only one specific session. AND she is all over the place anyway, bouncy and busy. Never sitting still.

The psychiatrist asked if we’d tried any ADHD meds. I told her that (based on the extremely judgmental pharmacist who castigated me once when collecting my son’s Ritalin) I’d thought I have to wait till she is six years old for an ADHD assessment, and even with age six, the pharmacist was angry at me and all the professionals who agreed that my boy who was six years old at the time (and our other girl) has ADHD. I wish he could live my life. I wish he could try learn with multiple thoughts buzzing in his head. I wish he could try memorise simple things with other things intruding and stopping him. Seriously, I asked my nine year old what one plus one is and she said two. I congratulated her and she said she’d been guessing.

After all these years, not much stays in the memory despite different learning methods and just rote learning, even with medication. Imagine without!

So, psychiatrist said Strattera should take 6-8 weeks to start working – if it does. It’s generally also sued for ADHD but nobody has ever suggested it to us. The psychiatrist hopes that then her head will be calmer and able to take in more, to learn. My nine year old asked if it would make her talk.

That requires prayer and at this point, a miracle. I told her that what I want is for our girl to learn to communicate, whichever format that may be in. We will learn with her. We just want her to be able to learn.

And so, we have two (out of three- the pharmacy only had two and our usual one close by had zero) bottles of hope. Our hope in a bottle. We need a huge dose for all of us! Today, it’s about my non l-talking angel who moved our hands to get what she wants except for the words, “Cereal, juice, peanuts and raisins, ice lolly..” She certainly has her priorities sorted.😉

If we look at our problems individually, we will faint. Sleepless nights of pain, my right hip seems to be fusing. It’s not behaving at all and it’s scaring me. My limping has increased even according to my trusty Apple Watch. To know I have such precious and so young (intellectually forever young and struggling) is daunting. I can’t do it NOW, how in the world will I do it next year?

And so, today I focus on our hope in a bottle. And I focus- for this blog post because sadly, life isn’t like that, I can’t compartmentalism all the things and problems – on the times she is happy. My daughter’s anesthetist asked why I was limping. I explained that I have AS. His response, “Please tell me Amarissa also doesn’t have it.” Then he did an impromptu check that I still have neck mobility after telling me that AS is an anesthetist’s nightmare. Yeah, I can’t forget the people who can no longer have surgery under general anesthesia because they can’t ve ventilated due to the curve they are stuck with. I also can’t forget the man who thought he was fine and when they inserted the breathing tube, it turned out bone had grown INWARDS into his throat. The bone broke off and unbeknownst to the theatre staff, he choked on the bone as it occluded his airway.

AS is a beast. AS with special little ones is hectic. I changed our angel’s diaper and wanted to cry. How will I do this next year? And the year after? Will she be able to comprehend if I tell her to kneel so I can wipe from that position rather than on her back? She doesn’t comprehend much now… Or, doesn’t react as one who does. “Give to Ella” means nothing. How will this work? And the siblings who also need lots of work? How will we do this?

I don’t know how. But we will. We have no choice. Somehow, we will keep going, even when we don’t feel perfectly ok at all.

And though we didn’t do any of the book work I’d planned, we did lots of physical and occupational therapy home exercises. We were happy. We laughed, we cried. I did laundry….We did stuff. And didn’t I say I like doing? What we managed, was perfectly ok.

Also, I got validation. I researched lots and read books by qualified doctors and researchers. I buy the supplements…The psychiatrist if we’ve tried magnesium, yes. Zinc, yes. All of them, we are doing. Not only for our non speaker, but for our ADHD girl with learning disorders who landed us in hospital last week. Basically, I’m doing everything that I can. The impossible is not in my hands. I need to learn to be perfectly ok with that.

She suggested we take our girl for an educational psych assessment. We’ve done two already in her life. I sent the report and our vision therapy report. Again, validation. I just wish I could ram into my thick skull the knowledge that I am not failing my children. It’s hard to believe you’re doing perfectly ok when the majority of your six are struggling so much. But we must.

Give ourselves the grace we would extend to others. Start with yourself first.