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Wednesday, June 6, 2012

What is going on???

I have no idea what has been going on this past week.  We have just been in this really weird meltdown cycle with J.  K had some friends on the Blue Angels, and they were in town for a show, so we were lucky enough to be able to watch them land on base and take some pics.  J did well until we had to walk over to take the picture and then all hell broke loose...high pitched screaming, wailing, kicking at me.  I think the fuel truck driving in close proximity and then beeping as it backed up really freaked him out, but I have no real way to know, since he can't tell me.  Thankfully, my neighbor had some pretzels that she shared with us, and that seemed to switch his focus, at least long enough to get our picture. 



Neither kid was looking at the camera (or screaming!) and just reaffirms that I always need to wear heels. Great fun though, thanks Blues!

We've also been dealing with some major meltdowns during a certain activity in ABA.  He HATES the puzzle, hates it.  And the meltdown just seems to go on and on without the ability to calm himself down.  We are working on it, but man, it really sucks.  He also had a major one at social skills class, which he normally loves.  I'm not sure what is going and triggering it, but I hope I find out soon.  Sometimes I wonder if part of it is just the "3s" but it just seems different.  It's hard to put my finger on, but it's more a lack of being able to regulate himself and calm down than it is just the tantrums.

Aside from that, we continue to make strides in language development and skills, so that's a good thing.  I try to imagine how frustrated I would be if I wasn't able to tell someone why I was upset and/or if something was hurting, so I'm hoping that the more language he acquires, the less we will deal with meltdowns.

On the pool front, there is nothing going on.  We were told last week that we would have a hole in the ground.  We were really surprised (sarcastic) that it didn't happen.  It's Wednesday, and guess what, no return phone call from yesterday and no hole in the yard.  I'm trying to maintain what little patience that I have, but I think I'm getting to point where I really want to call and complain about it.  I'll give it until the end of this week and then go from there....I realize that can't force anyone to do anything, but good lord!

Hoping for a better conclusion to the week and some good things to report in my next post.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Memorial Day Weekend

I've been slacking, since there hasn't been a whole lot to report.  In short, we had a great, but busy (and productive!) Memorial Day weekend.  We went to the Farmer's Market and picked up a few amazing cuts of meat, changed out two light fixtures, attempted to fix a door handle, spent some time swimming with neighbors/friends, and then relaxed for the remainder of the weekend.  It was nice to have a short break from therapy in the mornings, and now we are getting back down to business.

We also got some good news....we are supposed to get a hole in the ground for the pool this week!  Yay for progress on that front!  Now if we could just get the rain to hold off.

Since I like to add some sort of image to the boring blog posts, I present to you, J reading me a bedtime story, the infamous Thomas the Train "Crack in the Track":


Happy Wednesday!

Friday, May 18, 2012

Life Skills

I was having this discussion with someone the other day, and we were talking about the different ways that kids can learn independent living skills.  With changes in technology, I've wondered what exactly people need to know to successfully navigate the world around them.  It's as simple as going to the store and buying what you need with a card...you really don't even need to know how to count money or balance a check book anymore with the advent of debit cards, credit cards, and online banking.  You technically don't really even have to go to stores or interact with people, as the internet can be used to buy just about whatever you need, including groceries.  It's amazing, really.  However, there is one major life skill I want to teach my kids, and it is all about money.  How to budget, how to shop smartly, how to save, how to invest, and how to not get taken advantage of and/or lured in by credit cards.  I was not always as good with money as I am now, and I can really think K for that change.  He is absolutely one of the best money hoarders savers and investors that I know, and I really appreciate his financial smarts, as they have enabled us to do so many things without having to finance them, and that is a really, really nice thing to not have hanging over your head.  I also owe a lot to my parents for paying for my education, and I know we hope to pass the same advantage along to our kids.

Soooo, I had some free time and devised a plan on how I would like to teach my kids about money (K does the compounding interest/investing stuff).

There are so many charts out there that breakdown what a household budget should look like, and I basically adapted that to a kid's budget.  I still remember my first nursing job, thinking my paycheck would be like $500 more than it was.  Taxes, insurance, all that jazz...yeah, I didn't think it would be that much, and bills, what???  I might have been a wee bit spoiled in that respect and pretty much naive.  I made pretty decent money, but I had no idea where most of it went...probably to clothes and going out.  Oh, to be young, dumb, and fun again!  Anywho, I'll get to the point.

Here are the rules:

Each kid starts getting allowance of $50/month at age 5.  Allowance goes up by $10 for each year of age.  If you don't do your chores, you don't get paid, your next pay period might even get docked.  If you save more than the set amount, we match that amount at 100% (essentially a kiddie 401K funded by yours truly...or truly K).  A's on the report card = a bonus (this will probably start low and  increase as they stop caring so much about making us happy :).  They can do whatever they want with cash gifts for birthdays, holidays, etc.

Here's the breakdown:

Rent: 30%  = $15
Mom & Dad Tax: 10% = $5
Household/Food/Utility: 10% = $5
Savings: 20% = $10
Spending: 30% = $15

All of this will be paid out in bills of $1, $5, $10, and the kids will need to count out what they owe and pay up (ha! - isn't it a clever way to get half our money back?)

I don't want you to think that we're going all boot camp on the kids or anything, the chores will be simple, age appropriate things - cleaning room, making beds, feeding dogs, putting laundry away, etc.  We will obviously pay for things like sports, dungeons 'n dragons (dear god, please no!), or whatever their extracurriculars are, and anything they need to be healthy, happy, and well adjusted. 

Our hope with all of this is that they will learn the value of money and how important it is to save.  As what they have in savings at age 16 will determine what kind and if they can afford to buy a car or any other pricey toy that they want at that point in time. 

* A caveat that I add to this, for J especially (but J2 will have to do it as well) to work on interaction skills, (something that I saw recommended on a forum) but if he saves up for a specific toy, he will have to take his money with us to the store, pick out the toy, greet the cashier, count out his cash to pay, and tell the cashier 'thank you.'

Any feedback is greatly appreciated or feel free to share what you plan to do with your kids.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Mother's Day Weekend

This was my first Mother's Day with our complete family...it was a great, and productive one!  We spent Saturday at the beach, got some sun, and had some laughs.  Things are sure different with two kids in tow.  We used to be able to do the, "Hey, today's a great day for the beach," grab towels, sunscreen, and a cooler and head out.  Saturday went more like this:

K1 (me): "Hey, do you want to go to the beach?

K2: "Yeah, that sounds fun."

So at this point, the decision was made, pretty quickly, actually for the two of us.  Two Libras in one household usually means it goes something like this:

"What do we need to do today?"

 "I don't know, can you think of anything?"

"No, not really, I was hoping you had an idea."

"Well, I don't really care, we could do x, y, z."

"Oh yeah, that sounds good, I could do any of those things."

Commence sitting on the couch doing none of the above...indecisiveness reigns in this house.

So back to the beach thing.  We got the kids in their swim suits, got ourselves in our swimsuits, headed to Home Depot to buy things to bring our gate up to code for the pool.  Then to Target to buy J1 some toys for the beach because we just knew that he was going to love playing at the beach.  Left Target with two new beach chairs, granola bars, applesauce, and beach toys.  We forgot bug spray.  Went in to drop things off at home, only to find that kid2 needed to be changed and we probably needed to feed everyone before going to the beach.  Headed to Firehouse for some subs and FINALLY, off to the beach we went.  J2 fell asleep in the car, so I attempted to get her in the carrier without her waking, mildly successful.  K had his hands full with the beach chairs, a ginormous bag with everything you could possibly need at the beach, and the diaper bag.  We headed up the stairs to the beach, got just to the top where you can see the ocean and the waves breaking and J put on the breaks.  He pulled a stubborn pug move...feet planted to the ground...unfortunately, we forgot his leash at home.  Just kidding, yall!  K picked him up and off we went.

 J2 enjoying the beach, in the background, K trying to get J in the ocean

Staring down his nemesis from the beach chair

We unloaded and J wanted nothing to do with the ocean and/or the waves.  But, being the parents that we are, K picked him up and headed to the ocean.  He was not happy, but he made it.  We did it two more times.  The bright side of this is that I don't think that kid would leave his chair ever...we could probably walk down the beach and he would park it there without moving.  By the end of the trip, J2 had experienced the ocean for the first time, J1 was playing in the sand with his toys, and K and I shed a bit of our pastiness for the glow of eternal youth (and later age spots and wrinkles).

J2's first brush with the ocean

Me & my sun baby

After the beach, we put the kids down for a nap and headed out to fix the gate.  Accomplished with little to no disagreements.  Headed to a BBQ with neighbors and had an awesome time, but learned an important lesson about putting on bug spray.  I think my feet must have all kinds of mosquito born illness today, but it was worth it, and might just have convinced me that we need to put in some sort of bug control in the backyard.  This is truly one thing that I miss about California.  Small price to pay for fun, though.

Sunday was spent disassembling and moving the kid's play set to get ready for the pool, a trip to the salon for highlights and a "mom" cut...nice and short.  Glad hair grows.  Anywho, a great weekend with my great family.  I couldn't ask for much more.

Friday, May 11, 2012

What is the Process?

I wanted to write this post for anyone who has just started on the path to diagnosis, anyone who thinks something might be "off" with their child, and/or someone who has just recently been given a diagnosis.  I'm going to do my best to give the play-by-play from start to finish.  I don't want anyone to think that if their kid does one or two of these things that they have autism.  Kids with autism do the same things that typical kids do, but a lot of the time it is based on frequency and duration of the activity.

Our story started like this.  I brought J in for his 15 month well check, explained to the doctor that he wasn't talking.  He was making sounds (mostly a ba-ba-ba), but nothing with purpose.  I also asked about his pointing, as he would generally just reach his hand out, there was never really a true point, but he would hold his arms up to be picked up.  We were given the MCHAT (which is an autism screening tools for toddlers) and he passed (he happened to pass every time that we filled this out, although now I realize that some of it may be subjective.  If you are ever concerned and taking this test, be sure to look at the questions as concretely as possible...do not give your child points if he/she does something wishy-washy.).   If you showed him a book and asked him, "where's the bird, cat, dog, etc?" he could touch it.  We showed the doctor all of this.  Conclusion was that he was a boy, our first, and would probably just start talking a little later.

At 20ish months, I made an appointment specifically for a speech consult.  The doctor still said that it was probably an issue with the above mentioned things.  Start placing objects out of reach, in containers, etc...we had been doing this for awhile and he still wasn't requesting anything.  He would just move on to something else...he didn't care.  In the end, she agreed that he should be saying at least something and gave us the information for Early Intervention.  At this point, you start wading through red tape.

You go to EI and you have to do a developmental assessment where they look at gross motor, fine motor, problem solving, language, and communication.  They then tell you what delays they see and start the process of setting you up with preschool-esque classes and speech "consults."  Once the delays are identified, you are sent back to the doctor to get referrals for speech (or whatever delays are identified).  It seems like much of this could be circumvented with the original speech referral, but I don't even want to get started on that.

After the end of the preschool session, the teachers usually will tell you about every deficit that they see in your child and what evaluations they recommend (this usually consists of speech, OT, PT).  This is not a fun thing to experience when you are floating the rive in Egypt (denial) and don't want to hear that anything is wrong with your kid.  We went forward with speech...30 minutes of therapy a week until our referral went through.  An audiology appointment was also referred, so we had hearing tested and J was cleared on that front.  Once we pushed the referral through, we got into private therapy through the children's hospital, and that's where we really started to see some therapy in action.  Our EI therapist who also ended up becoming our private therapist suggested that there were some red flags for autism and really pushed us to get him evaluated.  I, admittedly resisted, but she brought us into the waiting room and had the receptionist make an appointment for us at the Autism Discovery Institute.  The appointment was a month out, but it was on the calendar, so....

The ADI is a pretty amazing place, they do evals, workshops, run a preschool for kids with ASD/typical kids, and they really do a good job of explaining things and pointing you in the right direction.  The eval was about 3 hours, you fill out forms and are put in a room with a one way window, where I imagine they observe everything from when you walk until the moment you leave.  They are looking at how your child interacts with familiar people and a new environment.  After about half an hour of waiting, the child psychologist comes in and starts trying to interact and then moves on to the testing.  After about an hour of testing, she leaves the room for another half-ish hour and comes back with results/diagnosis.  And a whole new thick packet of paperwork.  This paperwork gives the recommendations for therapy, further evals for therapy, resources for support, etc...pretty much anything you would want to know about autism.  At this point, we registered J as an EFM in DEERS (military database) and enrolled him in Tricare ECHO, which is essentially supplemental coverage for disabled family members of active duty servicemembers.  I will go more into this in another post, as it can all be a bit confusing, but I think it will be helpful for military families reading this to hear it in layman's terms and know the route to go in getting all set up and covered.  It is all a little overwhelming.  (I also want to throw out there that, by law, the new state is required to accept the old state's IFSP/IEP for military families-again, I will go into that in another post.)

 Since we were already in speech, and our current therapist was going to work at a different office, we were given a couple of options, and ended up going with a group session for kids "at-risk" for autism.  This provided 2 hours/wk of group therapy, versus 1 hour/wk of individual therapy.  Most people prefer the private 1:1 speech, but this was the best decision we made for J.  If anyone in San Diego is looking for speech help, I would highly, HIGHLY recommend Ms. Suzie's stepping stones group at Rady.  This is where J learned to point, make choices, TALK, and everything was in refreshingly open and honest environment with parents experiencing the same things.  We still keep in touch with some of the amazing families that we met there.

About a week later, we met with our Regional Center worker (essentially a branch of EI) and developed an IFSP with therapies to be included in his plan, and goals for what we hoped J would accomplish in that year.  Within a couple of weeks, in-home ABA was set up at 12 hours/wk and we were rolling.  We scheduled an OT eval and they determined that he was not in need of OT services.  We celebrated with a cake pop since it was one less therapy a week that we needed.

As an aside, I want to tell you some of the things I noticed about J developmentally from early...the ASD was always there.  J loved fans, there was a running joke that he would sit in a restaurant for hours (and sometimes did - ha!) as long as there were fans to entertain him.  We loved to open and close things (doors and cabinets) and would do this for hours if you would let him...he did this so often that we would have to tighten and replace hinges.  He loved turning lights on and off...fortunately for us, he's grown out of this and was too short to really do much of this when it was a fascination.  As early as 10ish months, we would not walk on grass without shoes, just wouldn't.  He freaked out at my in-laws house over a rug they had, he was terrified of it.  At about 15 months, in a small music class, he was always on the outskirts, never joining the group or getting excited over the music.  He would get down and study the pattern on the outside of a drum instead of playing with it like the other kids.  He would get stuck on certain pathways at the park and just go looking down the whole time without watching where he was going (he still does that sometimes, but he's getting better) and if there were strollers, god help us, because he was going after those wheels and he would get down on his stomach and watch them roll.  We also had these moments with people in wheelchairs and I guarantee you that it is not fun to explain why he was doing this to their chair.  What you should know is that kids with ASD do progress and mature, they don't just stagnate, they just do it at a much slower pace.  The best analogy that I've heard is that my kid is running the track at his pace, and the typical kids are lapping him.  As these kiddos age, the gap between their skill set and the skill set of their peers widen.  For instance, a child with Aspergers is delayed about 1/3 of their age, and a child with PDD-NOS or high-functioning autism might be delayed as much as 1/2 of their age.  This puts things in perspective a bit.

It's all a work in progress, but I hope this gives you a better idea of what to expect and I hope if you have friends in this process, that you would (gently) share this information so they might have a little real world guidance in all of this.  I am more than happy to talk, help, or offer advice to anyone who is new to it and might be overwhelmed.


Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Prognosis & the Future

It seems like I'm always seeing something about Autism, and of course, I read everything that I come across; this can be a good thing, or a bad one, depending on the day.  Something that really bothered me about when J was first diagnosed is that no on could ever give us a picture of what his future might look like.  We heard that early intervention was crucial (it is.), that it can make a big difference (it does.), that it changes lives (it can.)...but no one would ever tell us whether or not he could be independent, whether or not he would ever talk.

I was sitting in the waiting room waiting for a laser appointment this week and I picked up Newsweek, and what do you know, the first article I come to is about "the perpetual child-the adult child with autism."  It was all so grim.  Most marriages end in divorce with a special needs child involved, most parents can't afford services once the child ages out of the school system and how terrible life is at that point, most of these kids won't go on to be independent.  I don't know, but I guess I just think it's so much more complex than that, and I may be fooling myself, but there are just so many factors that intertwine that I believe can make or break success. 

I will be the first person to tell you that we are extremely lucky to have the insurance coverage that we do and that we are able to financially cover any gaps for additional therapy.  We are also lucky that I can stay at home and work with J&J2.  In fact, once J starts school, we could really pack it solid with preschool and therapy, but is it really worth it?  Should my 3 year old not be allowed to be a kid first and autism second?  Most of the time, I think I do pretty well with it, but if I'm being completely honest, some days I struggle to find that right balance.  Because of this, I have not fought for any more therapy, I have not fought for year round school, and I have decided to put J into 3 days of preschool instead of 5...he's only 3 after all.  And yet, while I feel it is right for him...I feel guilty.  What if I made the wrong decision?  Trust me guys, it sounds ridiculous, but these are decisions that I agonize over.

My life revolves around therapy, studying to be/do therapy all day long...every day.  I try to come up with creative ways to make sure that each day is therapeutic, thought out, and done with purpose in order to benefit my child.  I research different therapies and activities that we could do.  I worry that he's too high-functioning to be in a contained class, but not quite 'normal' enough to get by in a regular classroom...we're in a limbo sort of situation.  Yes, by record, we do 3 hours of therapy a day, but in actuality, we do it 24/7/365 days a year, we just incorporate it into fun things that our child enjoys.  Anyone can do this...anyone.  If you are willing to learn, you can do it.

I will get on my soapbox another time regarding my theories on vaccines, alternative medicine treatments, and what I perceive to be the extremes that can be brought about by an Autism diagnosis.  I don't want anyone to think that I judge another parent's decision, as I think everyone only wants what is best for their children, but I feel like alot of the grim reports never take into account that there are some happy(er) endings and lead people to take some really extreme measures.

So, I say this to those just beginning the journey.  If you aren't given a prognosis (and even if you are!), make your own.  Change it and shape it until it is what best benefits your child and your family.  Start early with teaching your kids what skills they will need to be independent.  What are those?  What do you need to know how to do in your day to day life to survive, keep from being taken advantage of, and ultimately thrive successfully? 

There are many, many people in this world that are told that they won't ever do something, yet they do.  Hope, always have hope...and help create those good stories that parents of special needs children also need to hear about.

Need some inspiration?  Read this amazing story about an amazing little girl.  Like I said, make your own prognosis.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Have you had him tested?

This one will be short and sweet.  The other day, we did our weekly run to the grocery store.  It's normal for us to listen to J say each aisle number, loudly say the numbers in a price tag, and count just about anything (balloons at checkout most often).  We hardly even notice anymore.

He normally is sitting in the seat of the shopping cart and J2 is in her carrier.  At checkout, the cashier heard him saying the price of each item she scanned and counting the balloons.  After awhile, she asked if he knew the numbers, since he was saying things like "9.99, 2.99, 21.99."  After explaining that he really likes letters and numbers, knows most of them, and reads by sight (but doesn't comprehend what he's reading, it's only memorized), she asked how old he is.  Well, he just turned three.  She looks at K and asks, "Have you had him tested?"  Why, yes, yes we have.  I guess it's a good thing that my dad taught him to say, "I'm going to MIT."  Big Bang Theory (the tv show), here we come.