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Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Just a Swingin'

                         
    


I can instantly conjure up a smile and a giggle at the thought of my husband and I “galloping” through the house with Elise as a newborn.  What?  You didn’t gallop like a horse with your 2 week old held tightly to your chest?  Well, neither did we... at least not with our other two healthy children.  Much of what we did with Elise, our middle child who was born with severe brain injury, was not to be found in parenting books or recommended by pediatricians.  These visions of the earliest days with Elise always make me laugh, because we were in the beginning stages of a long and drawn-out discovery of what was best for our child.  We tried many things that seemed silly at times, but did actually work for her most of the time.   She had a major injury to the part of her body that doctors know the least about.  Her brain.  This forced us, as her parents, to research and try out dozens of therapies, theories, and opinions of all things “brain injury”.  (I am excited about writing a post in the near future about many of our experiences with alternative therapies--some that were worth the effort, and others that were not.)

The galloping that we did with her through our house was started immediately after bringing her home.  Don’t picture her jolting around and experiencing a shaking sensation.  It was more of a light galloping motion, said to be useful in helping her body “organize” and to regulate her sensory system.  We were learning about how vestibular input is one of the core elements of sensory integration therapy, something that she desperately needed, and still does.  

If you’re not familiar with the vestibular system, it is the sensory system that provides the primary input about movement, balance, spatial awareness and positioning.  It helps us prepare our posture, maintain our balance, properly use our vision, calm ourselves and regulate our behavior.  
(http://www.especialneeds.com/swing-therapy-and-sensory-intergration-for-special-needs-children.html)

The vestibular system has strong neurological connections in the brain and is a major organizer of varied sensory input. This system is considered the most influential sensory system and has tremendous impact on one’s ability to function daily. Directly or indirectly, the vestibular system influences nearly everything we do. It is the unifying system in our brain that modifies and coordinates information received from other systems, and it functions like a traffic cop, telling each sensation where and when it should go or stop.  (http://nspt4kids.com/health-topics-conditions/vestibular-processing/)

Not only is Elise deaf, blind, and not able to manipulate her body through space, (get up, walk around, use arms and legs for purposes), but she also suffered from a need to constantly stim, or create her own stimulation that is lacking because of her disabilities, as well as her sensory integration disorder.  (I will write more about her lovely stimming behavior soon...)


Elise craved movement from the very beginning, setting us on a path of figuring out ways to constantly and safely satisfy her hunger for movement.  One of the first “therapy” related activities that we learned about and tried out on Elise was simply the use of a swing.  





As a baby, the traditional infant swing didn't provide enough intensity for her.





She always enjoyed sitting in our laps while we would swing, but was never quite getting "enough" out of it.








We even tried to prop her up in an infant/toddler swing a few times with towels and supports, but it was a mess and did not work...though it made for a cute picture.  



So, we compromised.  My husband and I would simply hold her in our arms and swing her about.  Up, down, side to side - always with plenty vigor.  These were the times that we would get the most noises out of Elise.  Good noises.  Happy noises.  When our arms became too weak for her growing body, we would each hold one end of a large blanket, creating a “blanket swing”.  We would place Elise in the middle and give her a ride. 

In therapy sessions at the facility that we used for OT and PT, they would use a platform swing like this one.  Even when Elise was a little baby, they would sit me on the platform with her in my arms.  They would swing us around, and then wind us up and let us go.  She loved this, and would actually gain some improved head control during and after these sessions.









As she continued to grow larger and heavier, we eventually purchased a Jenn Swing for our home (with help from deaf/blind services in our area...those suckers are expensive!)  





Just to give you an idea, the support bar alone is $99.00.  You need one of these to put it in a doorway.  (If you can afford it, or can find help from organizations that serve children with disabilities...GET ONE OF THESE SWINGS!)



We started with the swing in the house.  There was only one doorway that would work, and it eventually became a pain, constantly blocking our way from the kitchen to the dining room.  So, my husband moved it outside with the use of a metal frame that it came with.  

(**Here begins a set of pictures that I had to resort to using, because I don't have any direct pictures of this swing in our backyard.  Let's play I Spy... Just look past whatever is going on in the foreground, and try and find the swing!**)




After moving the swing outside, we initially hung it from a big tree in our yard.







For more stability, we ended up putting it up on the frame that was purchased with it.  It worked well.  
(Pay no attention to the baby in the cowboy hat and his grinning mother!)







Again, ignore wet and crazy Lane, and see the full swing and frame in the background.








Once we moved into our current house, the swing and frame were used less and less.  Elise was beginning to intensely slam her head against the hard plastic in an attempt to self-stim.  She no longer felt comfortable in it, and we needed to find a better option for her. 






Enter the Net Swing!








The next swing we purchased was the net swing.  This would help out because she couldn't hurt herself in it by banging her head or arms against a hard surface.  Unfortunately, this is the most use we got out of it...






Lane obviously loved it, and made good use of it (although kind of dangerous when looking back...).  He would create acrobatic shows on it, pretending he was in Cirque du Soleil!


It proved hard to get Elise in and out of the swing because of her tone.  Her hands, feet, fingers, and toes would get caught up in the netting, and she always seemed to be fighting it while in it.  





Third Time's the Charm!








My mom gave this Algoma Hammock Chair and Stand to Elise for Christmas.  It is not meant for special needs kids, but has worked extremely well for Elise.  The frame always gave us trouble by lifting up off the floor each time we would push her in it.  So, Chris hung it from some overhanging beams over our patio in the back yard. 







Her legs would hand out, making it easier for her to fall out using her tone, so...





We just tuck her legs in like "criss cross applesauce", and it works perfectly!












This swing is super easy to put Elise in and out of, making it an activity everyone can do with her (not just strong Daddy!)  This is Ladawn, our helper/caretaker with Elise this summer.



Just Ask!

A few years ago, Elise's caregiver, Jackie, did something wonderful for her.  We were in the process of selling our house, so Elise was spending some time over at Jackie's house while ours was being shown during the day.  Jackie called the city and requested a special needs swing be put on the swing set in the park across from her house.  In a matter of days, it was there...waiting for Elise to swing!





This swing was put in several years ago.  Elise has grown so much, we may have to ask for the next size up.



Ladawn, our helper/caregiver we had this summer, surprised me when she called the city and asked for a special needs swing at our neighborhood park.  









Now, when we go to the park, instead of doing this... 





...while her brothers do this...







...she can NOW do this!






(I would have never thought we could have these wonderful swings put in these parks.  Turns out, all we had to do was ASK!)







A Mama Can Only Dream!


This awesome swing has been on my radar for many, many years now.  It is an automatic swing.  No need for pushing!  Just put her in and enjoy...







 This nifty little device takes the place of a busy mama's hand, and keeps the swing in motion.  You gotta love that!  

One day, Ashley, one day...


For kids like Elise, the swing, in various forms, is an essential part of strengthening their vestibular systems.   We have been exponentially blessed to use, own, and borrow swings that have added much pleasure and therapeutic quality to Elise's young life!

























Sunday, September 2, 2012

Things Only Hoped For



My mom has asked me several times through the years if I ever think of Elise as she would have been if born without a brain injury.  She confesses to periodically succumbing to these mental pictures of her granddaughter, whole and healthy.  I, on the other hand, most interested in self-preserving, have always pushed these thoughts far out of my mind--not wanting to complicate my already ailing heart concerning my only daughter.  

At least, that is, until recently.

Over the past few months, I have become irritated with what seems to be feelings of self-pity creeping into my mind.  My eyes filling with tears at even the glimpse of a little girl  Elise’s age.  One day, it is a mother and daughter combo coming out of a nail salon after pedicures.  The next day, it is merely the sight of a rack at Target holding precious nightgowns with scrunchies attached--(something that leaves me with visions of slumber parties and birthday sleepovers that will never happen).  Why now?  How did my well-guarded emotions get all stirred up, only to leave me sad and aching over something that has been my reality for going on 8 years?  

I’ve always been reasonably successful at avoiding self-pity.  This spirit of thinking is an ugly monster that will destroy a person, because it is powerful and willing to stick around for as long as you give it a home.  Trying to stay steps ahead of this debilitating attitude can be tiring at times, but well worth it.  The smallest bit of effort to tackle feelings of personal defeat can result in a happier, more satisfying life.  A life that is free from the fog that self-pity can create, obstructing your view of the life that God wants you to live.  I have always chosen to work towards contentment, which is definitely an uphill climb.  But, climb I have. 

I would be a liar if I claimed that I wear a smile each day because I am completely satisfied with my life.  Truth be told, my smile does, at times, veil a heart-stopping personal secret that shocks me about myself.  

I desperately want another daughter. 

This fact alone isn’t something new, just the overpowering feelings that now accompany it.  Of course, I’ve always looked toward a day that I could have another baby daughter. I have a yearning inside of me to raise a little girl to be a strong Christian woman.  I am in the midst of bringing up my boys to be faithful Christian men, but there is so much that I want to instill in a daughter that I can’t teach my boys.  I’m certain that it would be challenging and more fun than I can imagine!  

The hope that I would someday attend dance recitals, watch her cheerleading from the bleachers, and have someone to read “Little House” books to has always been there, perhaps even serving as a buffer to my sad and disappointing feelings concerning Elise.  It’s almost as if I have been saying that it’s okay that I have a child like Elise, because someday I will experience some sort of healing through having another daughter.  


These thoughts have been hiding deep in the recesses of my mind, just waiting for the perfect chance to pop out, as if saying, “BOO!  I’m not through with you!”  

Now, don’t get me wrong… I’m not at all afraid of what the devil has in store for me.  I’m more annoyed than anything.  

“Go AWAY!”, I cry out each day.  

My voice alone does nothing.  I am powerless.  

My mom listens to my cries ... but she cannot help me.

My husband listens to my cries … but he cannot rescue me.  

Even my own brain hears my cries ... but it is not equipped to give me the peace that I so desperately seek.  


Psalms 40:1 says,  
“I waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry.”

Being a follower of Christ, I undoubtedly know that He is the only one who hears my cries and can truly lead me away from this place of unrest, guiding me toward where I need to be.  

For so long, I have tried to convince myself that if I had another daughter, somehow it would ease the disappointment and pain associated with what happened to my sweet Elise.  Surely, it would fill that place inside of me that longs daily for a mamma/daughter relationship that I know can’t exist with the daughter I already have.  

Isn’t that what we all tend to do, though?  Whatever our problem, whatever our pain, we are sure that the solution lay in attaining something new or different -- chasing after our own versions of the answer.

The problem with this line of thinking, though, is that it isn’t from God.  I have become keenly aware that the act of having another girl, (even though I could have 5 more boys in a row anyway!), in actuality, has nothing to do with my feelings concerning Elise.  Yes, I would be a mother to a daughter in the ways that I so often miss with Elise, but raising another healthy daughter is not going to make Elise’s situation any less tragic.  She will still suffer from a severe brain injury.  I will still care for her needs, carry out her daily therapies, go to various doctor appointments, and continue the daily struggle of providing her with a good quality of life.  Yes, another baby girl would bring extra happiness into my life, but, by no means, would it erase the disappointment of the loss of a regular life for Elise.  

I was talking with Lane, my 9-year-old, a few weeks ago on the subject of disappointment.  I can’t remember why we started the conversation, but, as always, I found myself teaching my son about something that I needed to begin applying to my own life a little more.  I explained to him my personal disappointments regarding many things through the years, including Elise’s brain injury.  What I wanted him to understand was that no matter what our situation, however complicated or troublesome here on earth, it just doesn’t matter when compared with what is waiting for us in heaven.  I ended our conversation by telling him that when I set my eyes on eternity, it helps me to deal with the disappointment of today.  

There’s no free ticket out of pain.  When it comes to trying to put your own broken heart together, people tend to look at what they can do personally to fix the situation.  I can have another child, no doubt.  There is a 50/50 chance that I can have a little girl.  My chance of achieving that perfect picture of what I want my life to be all by myself is 0%. 

We all have our “if only’s” that will lead us to ….

If only I had more money…
If only my spouse paid more attention to me…
If only I looked like her/him…
If only I had more time...

If only I had another daughter...

So, how do I wake up tomorrow without that nagging feeling of what could have been?  How do I continue to live each day free of the “if only’s”? Another daughter may ease my symptoms associated with grief and heartache, but I want a medicine that will heal.  The one and only place to start is in the Word of God and prayer.  One needs the other, and they will provide the perfect combination to cure this ailment called discontent.  
Matthew 7:7-8 says, 
“Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.”

I will not continue to ask God for another daughter.  Instead, I will ask Him for His guidance toward becoming more obedient and finding the joy, peace, and contentment that I know He has available for us all.  

When I was a young girl in the 80s, wearing a French braid in your hair was a must.  Unfortunately, I had the only mom I knew of that didn’t possess the braiding skills needed to satisfy my extremely important junior high style.  Several mornings each week, I would run across the street to Mrs. Judy’s house.  She could create a perfect French braid in my hair, and I always enjoyed talking with her as she worked on it.  She would sit on her fireplace, with me on the carpet in front of her.  Each time she would tell me that it meant so much to have this time with a girl, because she didn’t have a daughter of her own.  Only now, do I understand her longing for anything “female”.  Like Mrs. Judy, I will just have to look forward to finding a little girl to one day share my feminine know how with.  Maybe in a neighbor.  Maybe in a friend’s child.  Maybe in a granddaughter.   

I recently came across a pin on Pinterest, (yes, I, too, have succumbed to the addicting call of Pinterest several times a day), that perfectly summed up my recent emotional snag.





It’s obvious to me now that I’ll have to wait until I’m with my Heavenly Father to feel completely content.  In the meantime, I think I’ll just enjoy the heck out of the 4 special souls that God has given me here and now.   

My husband, Chris, and my kids, Lane, Elise, and Ty... They were once among the things I only hoped for, and now I have them.  


Dear Lord, help me not to spoil what you have so lovingly given me, by desiring something that I so clearly do not need.  Amen.






Enjoying each of my kids this summer at a spray park.





One of the few pictures of all of us together.  I am blessed to have them.  











Surrounded By All Of My BOYS!













A Few Girly Things That I Do Get To Enjoy With Elise…



Bows, Bows, Bows










Earrings, Earrings, Earrings




















Shoes, Shoes, Shoes




 (I admit it...I’ve got issues.  Who else takes pictures of their kid’s shoes, bows, and earrings???)