"We can choose our mood..."
That was the theme at church last week. Before school started, we talked about no matter what life throws at you, you can feel all the feelings, but the general "mood" that your life stays in, is chosen by YOU.
I have felt this was true for a long time. It is very easy to be unhappy, in my opinion. It is easy to find the things in life that are terrible or stressful. There are storm clouds all around - negative people, situations that you feel as if you can't dig out of - but choosing to live in that storm is something I never have wanted to do.
...I wanted to find the sunshine.
For the past (almost) 3 years, we have searched for a ray of hope filled light in every situation. It is hard work, honestly. It would be easier to sit around and cry about it. I could cry about everything that has happened to Reese, everything she has to go through. I could live angrily, thinking about my other children who have to watch their sister be the center of attention sometimes. I could feel sorry for myself, for EJ, for having to witness it all. Poor us, I guess.
We choose not to live in those moods.
We cry, we fight, we are stressed, we worry and sometimes feel hopeless. But we made the unconscious decision a long time ago to realize that every day has sun and hope and that our season of life doesn't get to be sad.
I said before that Reese going to kindergarten is such a momentous occasion for me, in my own tired and worried head. I spent a lot of time on the internet googling statistics that mean absolutely nothing and looking at pictures of a kid who I couldn't see how she'd be when she was 5. But I can see her now... thriving.
The first day of school was awesome. The girls ALL came home happy. They told me stories of old and new friends, their favorite moments, excited about things that will be happening this year. I smiled the entire entire car ride as they chattered on about the wonderful events and promising things to come. After school, Reese had chemo - which is her new schedule - monday afternoons. This is the only time that fits 1. not missing school and 2. not being late to someone's dance class.
I have those moments where I am reminded that our actual season of life is a pretty bad hand, but there are so many amazing things that come from it - every day is a good one. One look into my kids' eyes and I realize that Reese isn't crying about what she goes through, the other girls aren't angry that sometimes Reese has things that we have to do - even if we all don't want to. I don't look at EJ and see him feeling sorry for himself - he and I are so proud of what we've become... the people we've made, the sunlight we see, and the mood we lead our family towards.
Another day down and "every part was my favorite part" from the girls. Nothing should ruin these happy days...
Thursday, August 27, 2015
sunlight. FDOS 2015.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
running on high.
More than 18 months ago, I wrote a blog about sawyer. I really was sick of people trying to give me advice on my "strong willed child". I was sick of explaining why she did things differently, why consequences were not the same, and why when I talked about certain things, I couldn't explain how unlike other kids it was. I had known that since she was a toddler.
All through kindergarten, sawyer danced to her own beat - and that seemed okay. Soon, though, I could tell that she just wasn't learning as quickly, wasn't memorizing sight words as easily, and I started to take some notes. Redirection, moving desks, and similar things, all seemed to help for a bit while at school.
At the beginning of first grade, I wrote her teacher an email stating that I knew she was behind and to let me know if she felt anything needed to be addressed - and that I am ready for any sort of help that she needs. I told her to keep an eye on some reading problems that I saw and that was just ready to help.
Within a few months, I talked to the pediatrician and he mentioned ADHD and put her on strattera, a non-stim med. I honestly had no idea why she was put on that first. The "not a stimulant" aspect pleased me, in a way, because I was made to believe, before that, that kids who take stimulants are somehow zombies. I thought I saw improvement, but in the end, I realized that I was just being idealistic. Hoping. She would take it at night because her stomach would hurt when she had it in the mornings - and she seemed tired. With the right dosage, I was told that it would last 24 hours - and that did not happen.
Around this same time, sawyer was moved into tutoring, during the school day a couple of times a week, which I was so excited about, honestly. Slowly, but surely, her ridiculous iStation test scores started to increase and she seemed to be doing better at school. She has had pre-testing for dyslexia and will have the full district test within the month, and I (and our new developmental doctor) would be quite surprised if she did not qualify for the dyslexia program next year - it is such a relief to finally be getting somewhere with all of this.
But at home. sigh. There are a handful of people who have seen sawyer "in action" at home, when she is upset about something. It is not a tantrum that is redirected. It is not something you can just ignore. It is screaming at you. It is so loud and from her gut, that you want to move the other kids out of the room. It is over asking her to "pick that up off the floor".
...and this is all because of severe ADHD.
We went to a behavioral and developmental pediatrician, who specializes in all of this, to officiate some neurological tests. I wanted to make sure that we weren't oppositional-defiant or overly sensory. While sawyer exhibits some of both, it is all mostly linked to the ADHD.
I could re-write the blog that I posted above, today. The outbursts, the constant repetition, the consequences that have no effect.
But on friday, I left feeling like a weight had been lifted off of me. Instead of feeling heavy I thought we were just doing everything wrong, I realized that it's not us. It is not her. She just can't help it.
ADHD is the broad term and there 2 subtypes. Inattentive and Hyperactive/Impulsive. You can be one or the other OR you can be both. Sawyer is both.
Of the first, she checks 9/9.
Inattentive
1. fails to give close attention to details or makes careless mistakes
2. has difficulty sustaining attention
3. seems not to listen when spoken to
4. has trouble following through on instructions or finishing tasks
5. has difficulty organizing tasks and activities
6. is reluctant to engage in tasks that require sustained mental effort
7. often loses things
8. is easily distracted
9. is forgetful in daily activities
Of the second, she checks 7/9. She is able to play by herself and also, she doesn't literally RUN around. She does, sometimes at home, need to do cartwheels around ;) so maybe 7.5 lol
Hyperactive/Impulsive
1. fidgets with hands or feet or squirms in seat
2. leaves seat in classroom
3. runs about or climbs excessively5. often seems “on the go” or acts as if “driven like a motor”
4. has difficulty playing quietly
6. talks excessively
7. blurts out answers before questions have been completed
8. has trouble taking turns
9. interrupts or intrudes on others
The things I was doing at home simply weren't working - and honestly, I felt like a huge failure of a mother, with her. We couldn't spend too much time doing things because I would get frustrated and need to just... stop. I just told her to please stop doing that, I told her again, and again... WHY does she continue to do it?!
Because she has to. She has to do it again.
How many times do I have to ask her not to come up and yell something at me when I am on the phone? Why can't she wait patiently like the other kids?
Because she has to say it - right then. There is no other option. She may even blurt something out that is offensive, but she just truly did not think before she said it. Does she, afterward, understand that it was a bad choice? yes. But telling her to stop, think, and rearrange her thoughts is simply impossible.
Having no way to prioritize those choices means that she just does the most exciting thing that wells up inside of her. While that may be an amazingly fun, seat-of-your-pants child, there are times when you need to make a different choice.
Our doctor mentioned when he was testing her, how the phone rang 2 rooms away, all doors to the rooms closed, and *poof* gone. Sawyer switched all focus to the door and had to be brought back to what they were doing, several times. That must be exhausting to try to sort out every day - and so she doesn't. She chooses the door, then something by the door, then drawing something on her paper because of what she saw by the door, then maybe telling the teacher about it...
I was doing everything wrong, it seemed. I did time outs that weren't short enough, that after 2 mins went by, she had forgotten why she was even there. I threatened things that she could not rationalize, like taking things away for an extended period of time - by the next day, she may still be mad something is gone, but will not relate it to the action that she did to have it taken away.
I was angry when she was angry. I did not realize that I could not curb her behavior with repeated consequences. "ok then no ______ tonight." "sorry then you can't _______." and onward - it only made her angrier. Since sawyer already runs on a higher key than everyone around her, the emotional explosions are just her having to get it all out RIGHT THEN. that being said, within a few mins, she is still angry and really doesn't understand why, but the emotions are still flowing so she is still amped up. That can go on for an hour or more. You can't just "tell her to stop" or even give her what she wants because she doesn't even know what she wants anymore. The scenario I mentioned above makes you choose a decision of just picking up that something that is on the floor or keeping at her until she does it. After a minute or two of her just saying no, you start threatening consequences, she gets angry, then you don't want to just drop it and make her think the screaming "worked", but you don't want to make her more angry. Should she go to her room? Should she come over and cuddle it out? It was a constant struggle here - several times a week, sometimes more than once a day. Sometimes it would lead to almost not even going to school because she could not cycle out.
We will get with a child psych for us - who have parent behavior classes where we can get new and fun tips on how to engage her, as well as support her. She starts new medicine as soon as it bounces from the pharm, to the dr, to insurance, back to the dr, and back to the pharmacy ;) and our doctor is finding us a tutor for her, for the summer, so she can get mostly caught up with some dyslexia techniques. EJ and sawyer chose some items, last night, to obtain "points" to "buy" - this way it is immediate. All of her consequences will be right then - good or bad. plus or minus.
After some slight badgering with the school, her 504 will be set up next week and we can get all of this in line. No more will she tell me that "the smart kids finish!!" the timed math tests that she can only decode a handful of the questions.
Is she strong willed? sure. But that doesn't mean she can make the choice, on her own, to stop. I feel like ADHD has some sort of stigma - a kid who doesn't listen, so they need meds to focus. What I would like people to realize is that kids like sawyer know all of the rules. She is smart and wants so badly to show everyone that, but coupled with the dyslexia, it is hard to get those points out. Her stories, the imagination, the way she talks and presents herself - so much older than what the ADHD lets her exhibit in those opposite non-social ways. I cannot wait to watch her thrive even more.
None of this post is meant to be an excuse. But I do so hope that someone out there takes a deep breath and says "ok, maybe it's not anyone's fault".
So c'mon, come do cartwheels with us.
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Tuesday, August 26, 2014
first day of school 2014.
the last time that i took official FDOS photos of reese was 2012. she was starting the 2's class mdo. she had a pink sparkly backpack, an adorable lunch box, and a huge giggly grin. she would go on and off for a month, being sent home for random vomiting. the entire month of october, basically, she would miss. then i went up to the school and said that i was probably going to withdraw her til the next january bc i just didnt feel as if things were okay.
then that photo would be the photo. it was the face of reese and her fight. it was her #gingerfight photo. it was on headers and pray chains and shared by hundreds of people. her last FDOS photo, before monday, was the "before". it exemplified the happy little box of normalcy that i thought we lived in.
so if that was the before, then this is the after.
at least right now. and i'll take it.

aidan is now in 2nd grade and sawyer in 1st. to have a second grader seems very old. she has a planner in her school binder - something big kids have. aidan and sawyer take the bus home. they dont need me to wait at the bus stop, but i do. i told them 100 times "make sure your sister is always on the bus or don't let it leave!!"
monday was hard to organize. i had to get reese to school the same time as A and S. and while EJ could have done the big girls, aidan protested "but you always take us the first day..." and so i did.
but first we took photos. of course.
foxy obviously was going, too. reese's laylee was in her backpack and then foxy by her side.
and off to school we went.
i wrote on facebook a bit about that last photo - i was focusing on reese. i wanted to get her reaction to leaving her sisters, but instead i got so much more. aidan, my sweet big girl, so sad to leave reese. what a treat to find on my card.
we said goodbye and headed to reese's school. and got a warm welcome from friends.
...and then she waved goodbye and was at school til 2pm ::faint:: (MWF she is full day. T/Th she is half).
to think that next year she will be going to kindergarten makes my heart skip a beat.
next week, miller starts mdo - and then for 2 days a week, itll just be me and corbin.
no one knows what the future will bring. but, then again, i didnt know what the future was going to bring in 2012 and still lived life day to day.
scans are coming soon. mid september. im caught between anxious and confident - like always.
i hope this is the lull. i hope this is down the mountain to a happy plateau. i hope that this is where we embrace our new normal. a better normal, because we have lived the worst.































