Marchese Family: Tired of Playing Catch-Up... the Title of My New Book: Procrastination

Gavin was born in January 2010, a seemingly healthy 6+ pound baby boy. He took us by surprise a bit, as we had only been on the "waiting list" for 2 weeks! Gavin had rough beginnings- formula allergies, chronic fussiness, frequent ear infections, and finally diagnoses: Cerebral Palsy, Eosinophilic Esophagitis, and severe Sensory Processing Disorder. You'd never know these days! He's symptom free of CP and in remission of EoE! His SPD continues to give us a wild ride, but there's no sweeter boy than mine to make the journey with!

Special Needs Thoughts...

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It’s just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.

But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.

-Emily Perl Kinglsey

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Tired of Playing Catch-Up... the Title of My New Book: Procrastination

I am really bad at this. No really, I mean it. I'm REALLY bad at updating this. So many nights I spend thinking about what I could be updating and making sure I remember, or thinking about how I really should be posting about where we're at medically, but time manages to escape me. It's official- I am a procrastinator.

The kids are well- healthy and continuing therapies as normal. I get scared during these "coasting" times- I'm always anxious about when it will be "time" again for Grace's next OHS. Every day I scrutinize her lip color, nail color, etc. I hate to say it, but going to cardiology once every 6 months is far more anxiety inducing than every other month. Sad, but true.

Both kids are walking and running EVERYWHERE! They're literally into everything. Grace is talking up a storm, Gavin's speaking in spurts- it's going WAY too fast!

If nothing else, this post can be a journal entry for me to remember their "language".

We say: Grace says:

YESSSSS! Ssssaaawwwhhhh!

I'm ready I'm wettty

I'm hungry I num-num (while touching her nose) or I knee

Brother Boo-Boo

I love you TU-TU

I love you too TU

Bubbles Pop-Pop

I'm two I Two!

Private Parts Butt

Ketchup/Ranch I want Dip-Dip

She's adorable! I love her mmmmm's the most after she eats something really yummy. I also really like her aaaaah! after she drinks something refreshing.

I recently taught her the Gaga paw... Bad Romance came on in the car, and I thought it only appropriate to teach her how to "put her paws up" for Lady Gaga. She's really got it down!

Gavin is saying Bottle (BaBa), Water (WaWa), and Mama and Dada.

More updates to follow.... sometime this year (maybe).

post signature