Why I Can Never Age...or Die.

Once I turned 35, I decided…I’m not going to age anymore.

I don’t like aging. It doesn’t work for me. So, I’ll just stay 35. From here on out. I’ll keep running, literally, away from growing older until I can’t run anymore, and after that I will jog. And after that I will power walk.  I’m going to try hard to stay the same weight/size as I was in my early 30s (late 20s even) and just hope no one notices my birthday. My kids will age…sure they will. And this decision is not for vanity reasons…I really don’t mind wrinkles or laugh lines.  This decision is for survival reasons.

Parents of special needs kids…well, we are not allowed to die.

I’ve had this same conversation with other special needs parents, and it’s just plain not an option. Yes, we are looking at options for Brody, even now, for when he turns 21 (and older). We’ve attended those scary workshops about “What happens to your child after you die…” I feel like we’re doing the best we can for his future. Aside from making an appointment with a psychic (oh I need to get that on the list!) I think we’re in decent shape (on paper) considering Brody is not yet 10 years old.

But still, I’m not allowed to die. Or get “feeble” or “brittle boned” or “age gracefully.” I really have to be in shape, like marathoner (ok 5K runner) shape, until…well…like forever. I have to be able to run after Brody, pick him up at age 15, and constantly keep him moving (and the other kids). I have no option. It’s live forever or… live forever.

Humor aside, it’s the truth. The inability to age or die is what keeps me up all hours of the night, and forces me to watch Women in Prison documentaries at 2AM. While we may have the right pieces completed on paper for Brody, the “non-paper” needs are even more important. Who is going to hug him when we are terribly old or dead? Who is going to play with him outside? Cook him his favorite dinner? Take him to the park? And of course we have Destin, our oldest, but he needs to be with his own family and make memories with them.

Autism, in some cases, is a cruel disorder. You know all of the pieces are there, but they just don’t fit. They are pieces are to the wrong puzzle and go in a million directions. And the picture never turns out the way you planned.

And this unpredictable puzzle, is why I am 100% absolutely without a doubt, not aging, or dying. Ever. I’ll be like Goldie Hawn or Sharon Stone or Kris Jenner. Brody will continue to age and mature, but I’ll just stay right here. That way, there will always be someone to hold him, love on him, cook for him, clean, pick him up from school (or wherever), and advocate for him. All the time.

 

 

 

 

Sam

Matt and I were told about 3 years ago that we could not have any more children. We always talked about having 3 kids, but when Brody was diagnosed with autism, this really put the plans on the back burner. Now with more reasons to call it quits with children, we all but gave up hope we'd ever have our 3rd baby.

Fast forward to October 2014 and we received the extremely exciting news that we were finally expecting baby #3! To say we were excited would be an understatement. We felt rejuvenated as a family; not to mention rejuvenated in our marriage. Parents of children with autism are 3 times as likely to divorce than parents with typical kids - considering the divorce rate is 50%, this is a large number. But now we had our baby - and he was a BOY. Three crazy boys and they were ours. Is anything better?

As parents of a child with autism and now going on 5 years of experience with this disorder (or whatever it is) we knew the statistics of possibly having another child with special needs - we had a 15%+ chance of having a child with autism - and it went up to 26% because we were expecting a boy(a girl would have dropped us down to 8%, that is how gender linked this disorder is, these are Mayo Clinic numbers). We knew what we were getting into when the test results came back and we found out we were having a boy - if we were shying away from that possibility we would not have tried for or even attempted to try another child.

June 24, 2015 arrived and so did our Sammy. The day, the night, everything about his arrival was perfect. But immediately, and I mean immediately after Sam was born, I started screening him for autism. Now...sanity check here, you cannot tell if a newborn has autism or not. It's impossible. But when he was about 6 hours old I started checking for eye contact and his ability to scan objects.

I was testing to see if his eyes would follow my finger from right to left - it was insane...picture me, in a hospital bed, sitting with this tiny infant on my lap running my finger from right to left asking if he "saw it?!" One of my nurses, lovingly, told me to "get a grip."

We brought Sam home and eventually settled into a routine. When Sam was approximately 5 months old, and after countless "right to left" scanning experiments and paranoia about eye contact, I made an appointment with a pediatric neurologist.

Brody's neurologist no longer accepts new patients, so I made an appointment with his partner, Dr. Denis Altman in St. Louis.

The day of the appointment arrived; we both cleared our schedules and drove to Mercy Hospital. We brought our Sammy into the waiting room and I refused to take the stroller because I wanted to carry him. I was bracing myself for terrible news,  maybe he has it? Maybe the stats are right and now Sammy has autism? It will be ok....

We sat and sat and waited for what seemed like forever, but it was maybe 20-30 minutes; Dr. Altman was running behind...that's cool..."he's a neurologist, he could be in surgery." So, no biggie.

Dr. Altman eventually opened the door to the waiting room and yelled with a bellowing voice,

"Welcome Bolands! Let's see the baby!" Dr. Altman opened the door for us and immediately grabbed Sam from my arms.

We walked into his examination room, and with Sam in his arms, he shut to door, and looked right at us,

"I know why you are here. And your baby is fine."

The relief swept over bodies like a tidal wave and we burst into tears.

Dr. Altman was watching us in the waiting room for the entire 20-30 minutes - he saw how Sam was interacting with us and smiling, not to mention he looked right at us when we spoke to each other. He said he could tell from the moment we walked into the waiting room that he did not show signs of autism or any other disorder at this time. He also said read Brody's records and understood why we were coming to see him. At no point did he tell us we were crazy for bringing a 5 month old to his office for an autism check-up/screen.

He spent the next 40 minutes or so testing his eye contact, his awareness and early joint attention habits (so, joint attention is when you give your kid an ice cream cone, a BIG one, and they look at you first before eating it...yeah...it's that vague and that minor, but it means so much in development. And it's not just when they eat ice cream, it's for anything, really...they check with your for a connection on most anything).Dr. Altman went through some of the milestones we should be on the lookout for in the coming months.

Sam had his 15 month check up today and so far, he is thriving. I realize at 15 months Brody was thriving, too except for his speech.

I don't think a day will pass, especially in the coming months up until age 2, that I won't second guess Sam's development. He pointed at our new bird Ne-Yo today in the kitchen, then looked right at me...and I almost lost it; Brody hasn't pointed at an object for almost 7 years. Little milestones mean so much in our house...everything from putting on shoes to using a fork to making eye contact during a conversation, it is all so valuable. And it's something many take for granted...heck, when Destin was a baby I took it for granted, too.

The moral of this little story is...despite the stress and chaos of lives with children, and it is very stressful, a child really is a gift. A snotty, loud, messy, smelly, wonderful gift. Sam is such a precious little bit of joy to our family and we know he is a gift to Brody, and to Destin. He is exactly what we needed, and when we needed it.  He's the most valuable gift we could give our other children - a best friend for life. And we will always be grateful for our Sammer Bammers.

Brody's Trip to Walgreens A.K.A. Is 9AM Too Early for Tequila?

Now, this may sound like an incredibly boring post. How many times does a mom go to Walgreens or grocery shopping with her kids? Daily, right? A trip to Walgreens is not that easy when you have a nonverbal autistic son and a 13 month old; it can get tricky. Here is a breakdown of our last visit; think of it as a snapshot into our world with Brody:

It was 9:30AM last Saturday. Matt and Destin were out of town camping/floating in Lesterville, MO. After getting all of the kids ready for a big day of parties and swimming, I noticed we were out of several things in the house: carpet cleaner, Swiffer refills, paper towels…and I had to pick up a photo order at Walgreens. On any typical day, I’d just push this all off until later when I could go alone without Brody, but this kid needs to be out and about. He needs to get out and experience the day-to-day…so, I decided to throw them in the car, with our supplies for the day, and head out to Walgreens.

While he in the car, he took off his pants, socks and shoes.

Once we got to the parking lot, I grabbed an abandon grocery cart by the car and then wrestled Sam out of the carseat (he was chiming away with “DADADADADDDAAADADA!” all the while) and then plopped him the cart, and then got Brody ready for the store, put his shoes on and other clothing, (as he takes them off all. the.time.). A nice older man who saw my shit-show enter the store said, (and I hear this a lot),

“My, you have your hands full!”

Thanks buddy.

So, remarkably, we entered the store, and hardly anyone was there! Thank GOD! It was a quiet morning at the ‘ol Walgreens. We made it to all of the necessary aisles…and my secret weapon was the cart. I just asked Brody to push Sam in the car from aisle to aisle….success!

The plan of pushing the cart worked; Brody was occupied and happy for about 2 aisles or more. And he even grabbed the items from the shelf and put them in the cart. And he threw in some of his favorites, too (juice boxes, candy, popsicles).

But next it’s time for…checkout. This is where my seemingly “normal” outings go to hell in a handbasket.

My crew rolled up to the checkout, and a nice lady, who looked kinda like Dorothy from Golden Girls, was at the counter with her coupons explaining she needed 50 cents off of her toilet paper – she was showing her army of coupons to the cashier who looked a lot like Mr. Roper from Three’s Company. Brody started to scream a little with impatience….the kid had places to go and people to see…then Sam started in with “DADADADADADADA!”…yeah, we were that family.

My secret weapon this time?

As I was sweating, I said, “Brody, let’s put all of the stuff on the checkout counter! Take it from the…no….not there…from the cart. No Mentos, Brody!” After some screams and squeals, he was ok with it.

Dorothy from Golden Girls managed to get her discount, and she left. I was about to hand her 50 cents for her troubles…but now it was our turn.

Mr. Roper scanned our items quickly, and started making small talk. He asked a few questions, as most people do,

“So, is he autistic?” (Actually he said, “she” but whatever…)

I explained that he was and nonverbal…he asked a couple more questions and mentioned his sister worked with special needs kids for 30 years.

“Well, they have to get out, ya know? And you’re a good mom for bringing him with you,” he said, as he packed our bags.

“Thanks, I am trying.”

The fun wasn’t over yet…we still needed the photos…this time, I brought out the big guns…bribery. I spoiled Brody with Mike N’ Ikes (or edible re-enforcers) and we paid for the pics…he only screamed once in that line…and jumped a ton but I can take the jumping. Sam watched in delight.

Then we busted a move! We flew through the doors and I heard,

“Nice seeing you!” from Mr. Roper.

While this was a very successful trip, as I hope you can tell, it’s still a lot of work. I typically break a sweat with each outing that involves Brody, (and also contemplate if I can drink tequila at 9AM or not) and I forgot to mention I always have an escape plan if things go south. We were also lucky the place wasn’t crowded and that the checkout line was short. If the store was crowded, if the line was long or Brody was too tired, we would have left immediately.

Outings are an area of Brody’s life that need work. I’d say this is the one area in which I lack the most experience or lack the most confidence – parks, most pools, family homes, beaches, etc. more private places are just fine. It’s a raging success. But public places like stores, well, that is Matt’s area of expertise. He just throws Brody in the car and takes him everywhere, even the liquor store! Or Lowes!

And you can forget plane rides, but that is another story. So, as he gets older, we’ll get him out more…and places that are outside his comfort zone…or is it my comfort zone? See…it’s both isn’t it? I have to get more comfortable with the chaos of being out with him, and his reaction to his surroundings. And he needs to work on getting more comfortable with functioning in these areas of the world.  I don’t care too much about the stares any more (which those do still hurt, but now I just ignore them) but I care about quality of life. How can he enjoy an event if he screams the whole time? And how can I? There is much work to be done in this area.

As you can see/read/experience, autism is SUCH a journey. And it’s an exercise in patience, sanity, and courage. I just gotta do it. And I will…the next time we need more Pledge.

Brody and Wandering

Brody and Wandering

When they say it just takes a second, they mean it. It does only take a second for your life to change. And no this is not a post about the terrible alligator incident at Disney or the gorilla incident. It’s about wandering in the world of autism.

Our family has experienced wandering in one of the most wonderful of settings ….the beach, in Mexico. This experience caught us off guard and we haven’t been the same since – it changed everything. Everything.

A couple years ago, when Brody was 5, we decided to take a family trip to Riviera Maya, Mexico. We chose a very family-friendly all-inclusive resort. It had an awesome kid’s pool, baby pools, slides, a huge beach area with tons of chairs/cabanas, and a kids club. Our kids are beach bums, and so are we.

When we arrived to the resort, our room wasn’t ready yet so we changed into our swimsuits and headed– more like ran – to the beach.

We were so excited to be in Mexico with the kids! I covered the kids in sunscreen and immediately the boys ran into the ocean, with Matt and I tagging along behind. Destin was all over it. Brody was running happily along the beach. I was running along the beach alongside him. Matt headed off to make an appointment for a massage so I stayed back with the boys. After running, I walked over to a hammock about 10 yards from Brody who was in the sand ahead of me. Destin came over to me, grabbed the hammock next to me, and started chatting away. I turned my head from Brody, who was in the sand playing and looked at Destin as he asked me a question about the cabanas.

 

(pic of the beach area - wandering happens everywhere...)

 

I turned back to the spot where Brody was playing, literally 10 seconds went by, and he was gone. So I walked up the beach, Destin in hand, and looked to see if he ran further up. No Brody.

I walked down to the other side of the beach area, still no Brody.

I asked several families at the beach if they had seen my baby, a little tan boy with orphan Annie curls wearing a blue and white pair of swim trunks. And they had not seen him.

I walked up and down the cabanas, scoured the sandcastles and kids areas in the beach, no Brody anywhere. By this time, 10 minutes had gone by and I was very worried. Matt came back to the beach and I told him what happened. He started panicking as well as we ran up and down the beach yelling his name.

20 minutes went by, no Brody.

We all 3 started crying ….Destin was screaming. The lifeguards started entering the water to look for him. I continued to run up and down the beach looking for any sign of him. The feeling of terror swept over our family. We were paralyzed.

“Maybe he drowned!” I screamed. One of the lifeguards made the sign of the cross.  I screamed in tears. Now I was screaming his name, literally in hysterics. I thought of Natalie Halloway and other missing children. I thought of seeing his swim trunks wash up on the shore. I thought of how I would be returning home on a plane without my child, and how I could not go on living if he was gone – Matt was also completely melting down. He was running all over the beach…he ran into the water, searching.

30 minutes went by, no Brody.

All of the sudden, a young woman in a bathing suit and sun hat tapped me on the shoulder from behind,

“Is this your baby?” She asked.

It was! It was Brody. He was soaking wet, his swim trunks were loose….he gave me a hug and a kiss. It was the most amazing moment of our lives –relief swept over our family like a tidal wave. He was safe. He was…smiling. I never felt joy like this in my life; it was like the day he was born.

I screamed and scooped him up, and bawled my eyes out. I kissed this woman, hugged her uncontrollably and asked her where she found him,

“He was in the baby pool behind the palm tree all along.”

 

(Me holding onto Brody at dinner - I pretty much held him for 4 days straight after this incident)

 

 

For the rest of the trip, Brody wore NEON colors. We also made him wear his Puddle Jumper every time we left the room so we could see him at all times. Remember, Brody is nonverbal. And he could not tell anyone who his parents were or his room number (we had no room yet anyway) – nothing.

I don’t have to tell you that if anything happened to Brody – if he would have been hurt or worse – I would have never forgiven myself for looking at Destin on the hammock. I would not be here today writing this if something happened to him. I would be in a grave.  It took me a month to talk about it without tearing up – and I deserve that pain. Destin is now obsessed with Brody’s safety – he constantly asks where he is and what he is doing – at all times. Destin does not deserve to feel this way – he is innocent.

So, my question is, are Matt and I negligent because this happened to us? Does all of the good parenting, the special needs parenting, go to waste because Brody wandered off on the beach? Are we bad parents? If he would have been hurt or killed, would Matt and I have deserved it? Would we be publicly shamed and ridiculed?

If you’re going with the court of public opinion, yes, and we would have deserved it. And we would be considered negligent parents. Heck, we’d most likely be charged with child endangerment.  If this story made the news in the U.S. then yes, Matt and I are the shittiest parents of the year… “Autistic Boy Wanders Off Beach While Mom Sits in Hammock…” I can see the headlines now on NBC.

I’d like to add that no one at any time at this resort scolded us about our parenting and not one person I’ve shared this story with told me I was a shitty mother. The resort personnel and other families were terrified with us and helped us. That does not cushion the guilt but it was appreciated.

Matt and I are enthusiastic parents – I’d go to say we’re damn good parents. But because of this wandering incident with Brody, we will always have inner turmoil. Because I turned my head for just “one second” I will never be the same – and I shouldn’t be. Matt isn’t either.

 

(Below a pic of Brody in NEON yellow, 2 days after the incident)

 

 

Autism and wandering is very, very real. Children in general and wandering is very real. We’re lucky because Brody is still at home with us; he made it out of this incident without injury or worse. But some families are not as lucky and they have to worry about their children escaping from their room or running down the street without warning.

Before this incident, I was pretty judgmental about the parenting skills of others – and now, unless you’re abusing your child or publicly humiliating them – I get it; we all do what we need to do to survive in this child raising gig. If that means you stick close to home or buy a leash for your two year old, so be it. Who am I to judge? I’m not perfect. And I almost paid the ultimate price for it, my little boy. And so does any mom who finds herself in the same spot – loses a child in a grocery store or amusement park (how many of us remember going to the grocery store and losing a parent?) And you now know one pretty awesome set of parents whose son wandered off a beach. It’s terrifying.

So what I am trying to say, after all of these paragraphs, is Brody should have NEVER gotten away – but I am not a shitty mom because he wandered.  Matt is not a shitty dad because he made an appointment for a massage on vacation. Not a day goes by that I don’t cry in my car about this incident or Matt relives that afternoon. And not a night goes by that I don’t think about what could have happened.  It changed us forever. It changed everything – everything. It changed how I raise my children, it change my marriage, how I see the world, how we as parents protect those who cannot protect themselves. It does only take a second.

 

 

 

Expectations and parenting and special needs parenting…?

 

I feel very lucky that I have three unique children. I also know from the bottom of my heart that Brody not only made me a better person, but also made my family and marriage stronger. But there are days where I get intensely jealous of other parents who do not have our struggles…one of those struggles comes from having one typical child and one special needs child. Seems cut and dry, right? One has autism and one does not….I mean what is the big deal?

This jealously crept up again this week at parent-teacher conferences. And not during Brody’s conference….I sincerely look forward to Brody’s conferences because his teachers are our soul mates – but this was Destin’s. Destin’s expectations and Brody’s expectations could not be further apart or more different.

Destin is nuero-typical, but he definitely has quirks. He has some major maturity issues at school (forgetting things, forgetting assignments) and he can be very shy, painfully shy. He lacks some self-confidence. He also loathes reading fiction books – seems minor right? But when you’re required to read specific fiction books for a grade, this can be an issue.

Destin’s teacher walked me through all of the areas she felt he was struggling with. She explained he stopped the class the other day because he “wanted to read a book aloud to the class, etc.” She also explained he can be very immature…interrupts people, gets over-emotional about issues, and is really struggling with reading those fiction books.

I listened very carefully to everything she was saying. I took notes on how we can get him on track at home – for the maturity we can establish the allowance program a little better, we can take him to the library once a week to get more fiction books in the house, and we can work on those quirks, etc. I have a terrible memory – it really is awful. Destin inherited it. So, this is another area we need to address.

As she spoke about these issues in our meeting, I could not help think in my mind…

”Yeah… so what?”

Destin is doing great academically…he’s super shy and has maturity issues at school, forgets his homework from time to time, but….I mean…he’s not slamming his head into a desk or eloping around the room right? He is carrying his own lunch tray. He uses the restroom alone. He carries on conversations with others. He can READ and WRITE his own name! He can do long division. He is rockin’ social studies…and math. This is success in my book. Case closed. In my eyes, he’s made it! But…has he? Am I selling him short by not riding his ass more?

Should I be all over him about his grades and his reports? That seems…not productive? I’d rather be reading to him or talking to him about his day….or taking him to the Science Center or a movie…spending quality time with him…time he rarely gets due to the immense amount of attention Brody gets.

My sense of success and expectations with my typical child are completely warped because of Brody. Minor victories for Brody are so immensely important to our family…and this plays out with Destin, too. Our expectations for Brody are to enjoy life and be happy, learn life skills….and to completely re-direct your expectations for a typical child? Our expectations for Destin should be way higher, right? We should be pushing Ivy League and Bright Flight and a 33 ACT score? I have no doubt in my mind that he is intelligent enough to do all of those things…but I do not expect him to…you know…just be that way.

Are we hippies? Probably.

So, that is the current struggle going on in our house….expectations for Brody and expectations for Destin…different yes? Right? And nuero-typical parents have these issues, too….right? You might have one kiddo who is super creative so you expect them to love art. And your other kid is really good at math…you expect him or her to have an A in math right? It all seems so trivial…I mean your kids can talk, laugh, interact, enjoy life, swim, play games, etc. They have so much going for them!

Brody puts life in perspective for us. Not a day goes by that I do not ask myself…”yeah, but does that really matter?” How do you change this to then say “Yes it does?”

 

 

"I Think My Kid May Have Autism," Vaccines, and Other Hot Buttons

“I think my kid has autism,” vaccines, and other hot buttons.

I’ve had a number of moms reach out to me in the last few years asking me if I think their child may have autism. I’ve also been asked the typical “controversial” questions about an ASD diagnosis. The truth is, I cannot answer most of these with any academic medical degree or medical certainty, only what I have experienced, observed, researched and learned in my 7+ years of dealing with child developmental issues. But what I can do is give some advice as to what to look for within the ASD community and what to do about it – this is educated and super-experienced mom advice.  So, let’s start with the basics:

How old is your child?

This is a big one for a number of reasons. If your child is 12 months old their development has a different threshold than if your child is 18 months old. The main questions I have gotten from more than 3 neurologists has been:

-          At 12 months of age, does your child point to items they want?

-          At 12 months of age, does your child look at you when you call their name?

If your answer is yes, keep going. Ask your pediatrician for more “milestones.” What else should you be looking for? And keep an eye on his/her eye contact. Does his/her eyes light up when others are in the room? When people speak does he/she look intently like you are speaking to them? Does your baby raise his/her eyebrows with interest? Babies assume everyone is always talking to them.

This is stuff I never would have noticed (eyebrows, really?) before Brody came along. It is amazing how these little pieces all fit in development.

If your answer is no to the list above, it does not mean your kid is delayed or autistic. It could mean he/she is still young. But it would not hurt to ask your pediatrician for some advice. Maybe your baby needs a Baby Gym class? Or a play group? Or a new school? And keep talking to your baby like a psycho. You cannot talk to a baby or hold a baby too much (again more advice from like 3 doctors and none of whom are named Jenny McCarthy). And do not start Googling “signs of autism.” Just Breathe….

What does your pediatrician think? Do you trust them?

ONLY get medical advice from sources you trust. DO NOT get medical advice from chat rooms, websites, your friend who has a friend or conspiracy theory websites. If you have a pediatrician you trust, ask him/her for next steps if you think something is up. If this doctor starts ignoring you and states “this is nothing” get a second opinion and quickly leave their office. You are the parent and you know your kid the best.

A good pediatrician will refer you to an additional expert for speech or OT, or even a pediatric neurologist or developmental pediatrician (they have those!). Brody’s doctor referred us to a pediatric neurologist (who said he was fine but whatever… we went two 2 more). And we then enrolled him in special needs preschool; AKA the best decision we ever made.

A bad pediatrician will blow you off and say you are worrying about nothing. You need to exit the building when they do this to you.

 Is Gluten-Free all it is cracked up to be? Can this help my kid not be autistic-y?

Our family goes back and forth with this topic. I can only speak for Brody in this and from what his doctors say…you ready? 3 Out of 4 of his neurologists have said Gluten-free does nothing. If your child has a gluten allergy it is amazing. You WILL see progress if your child has an allergy, which they might have one.

Here is the skinny: eating healthy = healthy results. If you feed your kid crap, they will be miserable. Like we are miserable when we eat like crap. Now imagine not being able to say “I feel like crap.” That is bad, right? If you feed your child healthy food, they will perform better. That is all. That is it. So, you can argue Gluten-free is healthier…or you can just feed your kid healthy food in general. It is up to you. When Brody eats better, he IS better all around. Check out that allergy business, tho!

Some (if not most) ASD kids have issues with their diet. They are stuck on certain foods. Chances are if you eat chicken nuggets 7 days a week, you will have tummy issues. But ASD kids like to eat the same things. It provides comfort. Gluten (my theory based on our doctors only) helps with digestion in kids with ASD. Normal kids can say or express “I have a tummy ache. I need something to feel better.” While ASD kids cannot. An ASD kid on a gluten-free diet could have fewer tummy issues so they in turn perform better and make more progress – they are less distracted by their tummies.

By the way, the 4^th neurologist we asked about Gluten-free, who we LOVE, said,

 “Eh, it’s worth a shot. Why not?”

So, there you go.

If my kid has autism, did he/she get it because I got them vaccinated?

HUGE hot button issue and I get asked this about once a week. The Internet drives me nuts with this question.

So here is my personal story and then I’ll give you my theory:

Brody was diagnosed within the hot bed of autism awareness. So, I made his baby food from scratch, fed him only organic jarred baby food if I used it at all, I quit my job to work part time, and we also spaced out his vaccines. I talked to him all the time. I held him 24/7. We did all of the things we were told would “prevent” autism. And he is nonverbal, autistic with severe ADHD. Plus he is allergic to peanuts and has eczema!

My theory with autism is based on 3 parts:

1.)    The population has exploded and therefore more kids are being born and as a result, more vaccines are being administered. That is why we have a rise in autism and have a rise in vaccinations. MORE PEOPLE.

2.)    Awareness is through the roof right now for autism. Which is great. This leads to more diagnoses of the disorder.

3.)    There is a theory that Autism is a spectrum (duh) and other disorders are on this spectrum such as ADD, ADHD, Turrets Syndrome, and OCD. You could argue that the explosion of the ASD diagnosis is a result of these other disorders falling into the spectrum category.

Believe what you wish to believe with vaccines. Some feel vaccines are dangerous. I respect that opinion. I feel they are not. That is just my opinion. Just be sure to get your information from a credible source, not from Jenny McCarthy or Internet chat rooms or the guy at Walgreens.

Does my kid have Asperger’s because he loves trains (puzzles, cars, movies, bowling, etc)?

Probably not. But there is a “but…” does his or her love of trains (or silly string or cupcakes) prevent your child from forming relationships, learning, and/or functioning daily? That is a concern anyway. If their love turns into something that is interfering negatively on their lives, then step in, Asperger’s or not.

So, there you have it. I know I rambled on with this post. Take the info for what it is worth to you. I am not an MD. I cannot give medical advice. But I can give support to friends, fellow moms, dads, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles and cousins who need it.

And never, ever forget - if your child is diagnosed with any disorder, it does get better. You do find a new "normal." And most importantly, you will be OK.

Next Blog – what about those siblings of autistic kids?

Just Another Night.

This is not one of those “count your blessings” blog posts, so please keep reading! This is an honest take on new experiences in our autism journey with Brody. This is kinda long, but it was quite a night.

Our family is so diverse. We have Destin, our brainy child; he is obsessed with math, dinosaurs, NASCAR and soaks up new information like a sponge. Then we have Sam, the new baby. Sam will be our comic relief, Mr. Personality and is so far a silly, chubby, goofy mess!

Then there is Brody. Brody’s had a couple of really hard weeks and we can’t figure out why. He can’t get into a routine no matter how hard we try. One night he’ll want to eat dinner early, the next night late. If he can’t go outside he is a holy terror; he’ll throw things and dump out drinks in the sink. He’s sleeping is all over the place. He’s also been really vocal and screams if he doesn’t get his way immediately. It’s a tug of war in the mornings to get him ready for school. Some days, like today, he is just fine…but unpredictable. Some days he is inconsolable and I feel like a failure as his mom.

The St. Louis Arc is an organization here in the city designed to offer support to families with special needs adults and kids. Translation: it is a GODSEND. They have classes for moms, dads, special needs adults…they offer caregiving services and social events for everyone in the family. Destin started attending a special needs support group this week and he really loved it. It’s a bunch of little boys ages 7-12 who have brothers or sisters with special needs. I’ll come back to that in a bit…

On Wednesday night I took Destin to his first support group meeting. And while he was in his support group, I jumped into an impromptu parent workshop titled, “What Happens to Your Special Needs Child When You Die.”

Yeah…just for fun, right? Just what I needed. (sarcasm here…)

 It wasn’t exactly the uplifting evening I was hoping for, but it was either attend this meeting or drive 30 minutes back to Chesterfield and then drive 30 minutes again to Maryland Heights to get Destin. So I stayed for the “workshop.”

So, I sat at the back of the room and watched families file in the conference center. I was by far the youngest person there. But it’s never too late to plan for this stuff, right? I won’t get into the workshop itself too much. Besides, the most interesting part was not the workshop content. The most important part for me were the families in the room. I sat and just observed.

The woman, we’ll call her Lisa, who sat to the right of me had a daughter who was 26 years old with an IQ of about 60. Her daughter has a job at a local thrift store. She attends the dances and classes offered through the St.Louis Arc. Lisa is a single mom; she got divorced when her daughter was 6. So, she has been doing this on her own for 20 years. She has no other children. It was just Lisa taking her to school, attending her IEPs, helping her settle in at night, and walking her through those hard high school years. She did this all by herself without help from any family.

There was another woman who say to my left, we’ll call her Jan, who had a 16 year old daughter with Down Syndrome. She is also a single mom; she sat next to me eating a twinkie; that was her “dinner.” She had no time after work to cook a meal or stop for something better, she said. Jan brought her daughter with her and she stayed in the waiting room that was right off the conference center. Her daughter sat and listened to Sesame Street music videos while the workshop went on that night. The daughter was about 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighed about 200 pounds or so. She sang for a few of the videos, too.

As I looked around the room that night I saw more and more families…but didn’t hear their stories. There was an older couple that sat a few rows ahead of me. They brought their 20 something son with them. He sat the entire time; he stared at the lights. There was another mother, about 70 years old, with her 50 something special needs son. He had a hard time sitting still and needed to move to another room.

Lastly, the woman hosting the workshop told us her story. She has a son who is deaf, blind, and autistic. He also has several medical problems and wasn’t supposed to live past age 20; now he is 55. The woman was almost 80 years old and looked amazing.

So, while I did get a lot out of the content, I definitely got more out of watching the families in the room.

I kept wondering, of course, “Will this be me in 20 years, with my Brody?” I realize a lot could happen in that time; he could progress a ton. But still images of an older Brody crept into my head as I sat there. I was actually really proud of myself for not crying, as I typically do, when I’m around special needs adults. And it’s days like these that make me so thankful for my supportive husband, my Destin and my sweet baby Sammy. No matter what happens with Brody, I have all my boys.

The time came to pick up Mr. Destin from his support group. As I walked to his classroom, I could hear little boy giggles and goof off noises (pure music to my ears!). They weren’t quite finished yet, so I started a conversation with another mom waiting by the door; she was wearing a Cub Scout t-shirt, so I asked her about her guy…since Destin is a Webelo and all.

The mom, we’ll call her Linda, explained she has a 7 year old son in the support group. I told her about my Destin and his silliness…she told me about her son’s cub scouts. I assumed since he was in a support group that she had another child with autism. So, I asked about him or her.

“I have a 2 year old girl. She was born without half of her brain,” she said.

And then, to my heartbreak, she started crying in the hallway.

I held her hand and told her how proud she must be of her son; he is a great big brother. I felt as though I was saying all of the wrong things as she went on about how she finally “had her baby girl and now she is like…this.” She explained all of the things they do at home for her, and how she felt they had no family time. I tried to encourage her that with Brody, who is nonverbal, you do find a way. I tried to tell her that it gets better and it does work out. It’s a process. It’s a journey. I told her all of my special needs mom advice (it’s ok to be pissed off, ignore your messy house, it’s ok to do things for yourself, your little girl knows you love her, you’re doing all the right things for her and your son, etc.); everything I could think of….the tears finally stopped once we started talking about cub scouts and popcorn sales.

There was no more beautiful sight that night than of Destin, running down the hallway with a trick-or-treat bag. After that night, after all of the stories, I had him back. He said he was starving…

“Can we go to Hooters, mom?”

‘Of course we CAN!!!” I screamed with joy.

Best. Idea. Ever.

As we walked to the car, he told me about his night. He had a really great time and that was a huge relief.

It’s cliché’ to just say “count your blessings.” Brody has terrible days. Matt and I argue about dumb things like car washes and “The Walking Dead” reruns. Sam sometimes does not sleep through the night. Destin has a smart mouth some days. But they are all mine; it’s my family.

I’m so lucky I have a messy kitchen and mounds of dirty laundry. I’m so lucky that my garage is a wreck and we need new curtains. I’m lucky because somewhere out there, there’s a mom with a little girl who cannot feed herself or speak at age 2. There’s a single mom eating a twinkie for dinner while her down syndrome daughter watches cartoons.

We all have it pretty damn good, don’t we? There is always something worse. Sure, autism sucks and I hate it. I hate it with every fiber of my being. But I still have everything that comes with it. There are worse things than non-verbal autism. And after this week, I need to let that just soak in.

Brody's Diagnosis Manifesto

Over the past couple of weeks, a lot of people have asked about how Brody was diagnosed and what lead us to even pursue an autism diagnosis on the first place. That was a very scary time for us, and I usually provide some sort of watered-down description, but not the whole story.

 

 

Here is the whole story.

Brody was 100% typical, maybe even a little advanced in his motor skills…it was really exciting. He was drinking from a cup before age 12 months, he said his first word at 10 months, and he walked right at about 14 months. He loved it when we read to him, even as a baby. He would sit in our laps as we read books, just like his brother did. He let anyone hold him. He NEVER got sick, ever! He loved peek-a-boo and we filmed him playing all the time – a lot of those videos are painful to watch now and I try not to see them. Everything was perfect. I had my beautiful baby boy and my big boy, Destin, under one roof….and I wasn’t working much so it was amazing. I made Brody’s baby food from scratch, took the boys everywhere (Cardinals games, the beach, restaurants, parties, even bars! Everywhere!), and we were having a blast. What else could any woman want? We even talked about having a third baby – we lived in a tiny house and wanted another kid. We were kinda crazy. But we were ready for more children even though our bank account was not.

By his two year old birthday though, we started to see a change. Brody no longer cared about books; he just wanted to run around the room or watch cartoons obsessively. He stopped talking altogether. He never ran to me when I picked him up at preschool. He stopped playing with toys. Everything STOPPED. But his gross motor skills were pretty age appropriate. We never heard his first words again and they are just now coming back. At first we passed it off as just being a “late bloomer” or the “terrible two’s.” But his 2 year old checkup was a game changer.

Our pediatrician prescribed speech therapy at age 24 months and off we went. I took Brody to speech about 4 times a week and sometimes 5 times a week. I maxed out our benefits and literally took him whenever they had an opening. After his third visit I asked the speech therapist if she thought he was autistic…(he had scattered eye contact and his speech was not progressing much if at all).

“Do you really want to know?” She asked.

Well I guess I had my answer.

After hearing this, I took immediate ACTION. I found the top neurology practice in St. Louis and we were in the following week. The first doctor thought Brody was just delayed and needed some OT, PT and Speech ASAP.

The other two doctors were 100% sold on autism, as well as our pediatrician.

I remember the discussion vividly…and how our pediatrician softened it. She said that with an autism diagnosis, doors will open for Brody and you will see how many services he will qualify for. She framed this as a positive…like we had an answer finally.

I do not remember going crazy or crying a lot. I remember being asked a lot about his progress and Brody being compared to other kids….I really pulled away and did not want to have to explain anything.

After the shock of the diagnosis came the reality of what had to happen. We had to get Brody into the best school we knew. We had to move. After months and months of tests and referrals, Brody was placed in Parkway’s Early Childhood program and he was getting 8 hours of therapy a day. I felt this superior sense of victory when he was awarded this help. It was hard sitting through meeting after meeting about his delays, but it all paid off. The hours of assessments and roundtable discussions with administrators was paying off. He was now in expert hands. And we got to move back to my old neighborhood in Chesterfield.

The whole process was a whirlwind. And at the time this was all happening, Destin was in kindergarten. We both still feel as though he was short changed during this special time in his life. We were so absorbed in our other son. We even had to pull Destin from the private school he loved. It was tough. But I plan to make this up to him when he is older and send him to private high school.

Fast forward to now and Brody is still in Parkway. With autism, you take two steps forwards and one back every single year. Brody is now seven years old. We both are taken aback by how precious and sweet he is. He does have episodes and meltdowns from time to time, typically when there is a change (early summer, holidays and some parties are hard) but overall, I consider us pretty damn lucky. He is still nonverbal but that does not damper his personality whatsoever. He is the most joyful, fun, charismatic little boy who literally steals your heart. But if I could cure his autism, or trade places with him, I would.

Autism is a cruel syndrome. You have your little one, and then they are slowly taken from you. You see them drift away and all that is left is some cases is anger and sadness. But we are getting him back….we see pieces every month of the Brody we had as a baby.

An autism diagnosis is scary at first. But it is nothing to avoid or to deny. By denying your child’s disabilities or issues, you are only hurting them. There is light after the dark. It may be hard to hear at first, but there is a way out of it.

Some things I have learned and hope to pass on to other moms or dads of special needs kids:

-          Stop blaming your pregnant self, moms. I did this for years. I blamed myself for Brody’s autism and thought that all of my issues in pregnancy led to his diagnosis. In my opinion, autism is not caused by something you did or ate or smelled when pregnant.

-          This one is harsh….It’s NOT ABOUT YOU. You may be sad to see your son in a therapy class, you may be sad that your son cannot ride the bus to school or attend a zillion birthday parties, but it is NOT ABOUT YOU. Sure it makes you unhappy to know he has a delay or an issue, but this is not about your feelings, is it? It’s about what is best for your child, not what makes you feel good.

-          Take your child out of the race. Stop comparing your child to others. If your child has a disability, it is time to remove them from the race of development with other kids. Your child is now playing a different “sport” so to speak. They are on their own field. So, do not torture yourself by comparing him or her to another group of kids. We used to do this with Brody and it got us nowhere.

-          Become a bitch. But the right kind of bitch. I am as sweet as can be to ALL of Brody’s teachers…they kill themselves for my son and will do anything for him everyday. I am grateful. But I am not afraid to tell any of them new information about my son or make suggestions. I’ve learned this is important in IEP meetings. You can be bitchy to get what you need for your child, but use it wisely.

 

 

It's Going to be OK

There is something to be said about meeting other special needs parents.

We have a few families we are close to in the area who have children with special needs and they are amazing. They 100% get it. They just GET IT. They understand the cost, stress, sleepless nights, isolation, fear, and anxiety, plus everything else that comes with parenting a child with special needs. If you think Matt and I rock at parenting, let me introduce you to some incredible people in our lives…there are many and they all put us to shame.

This leads me to two weeks ago when I got to meet someone very special…my husband’s boss, Rob.

 

I met Rob for dinner, with Matt, too. This was after a long and stressful afternoon with Brody at home. He was nutty that day (nutty = throwing dirt for no reason, requesting a zillion popsicles in an hour, constantly stripping, hiding his shoes, you know, the usual) and our babysitter was a welcome sight for sore eyes! So by the time I met up with the guys for dinner, I was emotionally spent from the day…but anyways….

So, Matt told me before that Rob had a daughter with special needs. As soon as we ordered, I asked him about his daughter and wanted to know everything about her diagnosis. My attention and my eyeballs were completely glued to this guy, who kinda looked like Santa Claus in a business suit.

Rob’s daughter Katie is mentally disabled, and 23 years old with an IQ of 60/mental age of 10. They have three biological daughters…two of them are in college, and one is getting married in a few weeks (one is at Baylor and the other is shopping around for medical schools…I immediately thought of Destin when he said this….Destin will be our scholar I think…anywho…). His daughter with special needs has a job, a boyfriend, and lives with them at home, and probably always will. And he is fine with that, so is she. 

They are very careful about who she “hangs out” with and she is terrible at managing money. She goes to summer camp every year at Camp Barnabas and loves it. She is very happy and loves living at home with her sisters, mom and dad. She’s had a long road; high school was very tough but they got through it together as a family. They have two adopted daughters who are much younger and also have special needs (Down Syndrome).

Katie, unlike Brody, showed signs of her disability at birth. She was “floppy” meaning low muscle tone and missed all of her milestones. She did not walk until she was two and did not talk until she was four. She also could not gain weight as a newborn and they went to hell and back trying to figure out what was wrong. His wife was a neo-natal nurse at the time and she could not figure it out either.

Rob gave us Katie’s complete history…he explained all of the therapy she received, the IEP process, everything. He even talked to us about high school and puberty and all of that stuff that frankly scares the Be-Geezus about of me. There were moments, while he was sharing her story, where I could feel that lump in my throat like I was going to break down in my fajitas and start “ugly crying” in the restaurant.

You could feel the love he has for his precious daughter and how hard he had to fight to get her the help she needed. I have no idea how he managed to be so successful in his position, climbing up the corporate ladder so his wife could quit working, and manage to be such an amazing daddy to his girls.

If I were to walk you through every question I asked this man, while my husband sat back taking in my motor mouth, this blog post would be sixty pages long. So, I will spare you the specifics. He gave us some great suggestions for support groups, summer camps, IEP responses, and advice about raising children with special needs. But he went even deeper than parent-teacher conferences and information about speech therapists…he got into who Matt and I are as parents….

Brody is only seven years old and his daughter is 24. And you know what? Rob and his wife Donna? They are OK. He kept saying this over and over again….

“You know, Cassie, Brody is going to be ok…” he said, in between my relentless questions. I think he could tell I was tearing up over and over again during our conversation.

“But the real question here, Cassie, is…are you going to be ok?” He asked. And this coming from Santa Claus, is a hard question to answer.

“Oh yeah I’ll be fine.…” I said, drinking my 8^th cup of lemonade, wishing it had vodka in it.

“You matter. You are putting up with some serious shit that most people would be unable to cope with. You both are and you’re doing a great job. I mean think about what you do every.single.day. Not many parents could handle what you Matt handle day in and day out.”

He went on…  “Brody will do amazing things; he has an amazing future ahead. Because he has you both.”

By the end of the four hour conversation, I was hugging Rob goodnight. He kept saying the same phrase over and over as we parted ways…

“It’s going to be OK.”

The conversation with Rob didn’t cure Brody and it didn’t change the fact that when we got home, Brody up to his shenanigans again. It’s didn’t make Brody speak or change his stimming patterns. But it did put me at ease, and Matt, too. We met with someone who had been to hell and back, and came out on the other side to tell parents how to survive it.

It seems like every day we read about a parent of a special needs child killing their child or themselves because they cannot take it. They do not see any other way out, so they choose to do the unthinkable. Perhaps the cure for this abuse is education or even something simple like a support group.

If this new baby cooperates, our first support group meeting with MO-FEAT is June 26…wish us luck.

And Then Someone Hides Their Shoes.

I get a lot of questions about what we do with Brody that might be different from other “typical” kids, or how Brody is actually different from other kids. Sometimes people really want to know just what goes on in the house.  He has autism…so…what does that even mean in the day-to-day? Now, this is not one of those blog posts that are like “Booo… poor us, Brody is autistic, look how hard we have it…” We actually don’t have it HALF as hard as some. We’re pretty lucky with our guy.

So, if you’re wondering about how Brody’s life is different from most, here is a top 6 list, because the Internet loves lists!

Here it goes:

1.)    We gotta hide liquids.

Brody is obsessed with liquids right now, but it is getting better, thank GOD. If he sees a liquid out for too long (water bottle, milk jug, shampoo) he’ll dump it on the floor or in the toilet. At first we didn’t think this was an issue…we thought it was just an isolated incident…we’d leave the room and Brody would wander into the bathrooms. He’d grab my shampoo, always the most expensive brands, and dump them in the hallway. What we thought was isolated was re-occurring for three weeks. Then he started on my makeup, them my hairspray. Think of ALL of the liquids in your house…now imagine them all over the floor. Yeah…it’s a mess. And FINALLY this week we’ve seen this obsession go away! And his teachers do not see it at school…so hopefully he is over it. It was a long month.

2.)    It’s a naked house.

Sometimes in the mornings before school, I’ll let Brody hang around in his underwear until about 5 minutes before we leave because I JUST KNOW he’ll take off all of his clothes right before we head out. The kid loves to be naked. All the time.

 

It’s really bad in the winter…we’ll have him all bundled up and ready and he will strip naked in a matter of seconds. He will make an excellent Chippendale dancer. But that is just another piece of our lives with Brody we have to work with. He is slowly growing out of this, but we still see the nudity pop up every now and again. Once, he started to undress in the checkout line at Dierbergs…which is cute if you are 4 years old. But if he was 17 and doing this, he would be arrested. No Bueno.

3.)    Food cures all.

I used to think I could cure autism with Dr. Pepper. It’s true. Brody will do just about anything for his favorite foods. If you want to move mountains, try marshmallows. He really loves berries now, any kind of berries, so that’s a bonus because they’re healthy.

 

Brody does better when he eats healthier. And this does not really mean ONLY gluten free; it just means a healthier diet, especially low sugar. Think about it. When you’re all sugared up on doughnuts and caffeine, you have a hard time at work, right? Same thing with Brody and with a lot of kids. A healthier diet gives better results.

BUT, he is still a six year old boy, and let’s face it, we spoil him…TO DEATH. If Brody asks for something verbally, no matter what it is, he gets it (Wow could that work in his favor as a teenager!). Or if he requests it with his iPad, he also gets it. If he initiates any communication to show he wants a food, we 99% of the time will let him have it. Luckily, we’re in that berry phase I mentioned right now.

4.)    There is no such thing as too many hugs, kisses and snuggles.

Whenever I tell people that Brody is super affectionate, I always get a look of shock…”Aren’t autistic kids supposed to hate affection?” Well….not all of them. Every situation is unique. Brody loves kisses and hugs …the more the better. And I can’t complain about this one.

 

Sometimes he’ll want a million kisses at awkward times. We were in the post office last week and he could not get enough kisses from his brother…or hugs. It was adorable for the first 5 minutes and then Brody would not let Destin go. We were in line at the post office with a kissing 6 year old and my 9 year old trying to fend him off. They were both laughing hysterically, and then I started laughing hysterically…imagine two little boys in a kissing fight and their VERY prego mom laughing just as hard with them. So again, I can’t complain. I love the interaction between the two of them; it can just get to be a bit much. If you ever come to visit us, just count on Brody coming over to sit on your lap, hug and kiss you.

5.)    Parenting goes up a notch.

Brag alert: If you see my FB page on a daily basis, you’ll see connected Brody and Mayy are. Literally.  Matt is amazing. He kicks ass at this dad thing. He is incredibly involved in all of Brody’s care and very involved during IEP meetings. He comes to the meetings with questions, agendas, ideas, tips, everything. While I am emotional during these meetings and really any meeting where we discuss Brody’s obstacles, Matt is right there and he sounds EXACTLY like the teachers. He’s actually been asked to leave his current job and work with special needs kids. He truly is a wonderful man.

I think I’m a pretty darn good mom as well, but only because my other half sets the bar very high. If you see us out all together as a family, you’ll see we’re both “on” at all times. I do not want Matt to have to bear the brunt of Brody’s issues, and he doesn’t want me to freak out either. We have give each other breaks…”OK, you take Brody to kickball and I’ll hang back with Destin and cook dinner, when you get back I’ll give Brody a bath and you can take the bike out, and play with Destin outside…ok BREAK!”

I like to think of parenting a special needs child as parenting up a notch. Typical kids are tough, too,; Destin can give us a run for our money. But I’d rival a rough night with Destin being bratty and defiant about homework, with a night of Brody meltdowns and (rare) self-injury…Brody wins that hands down.

Come to think of it, that’s probably why Matt and I are un-phased when other kids throw fits…we’re kinda like “eh that is nothing…that kid is not even slapping himself…”  We’re almost shell-shocked and desensitized to kid issues. We see parents lose their shit when their kids won’t eat their chicken nuggets or if they cut in line at the mall or pick their noses and we’re sitting there like “well, hey…did you see that kid’s eye contact?! Amazing.”

If Brody ever verbally refused chicken nuggets I might buy him a pony.

6.)    We plan, and then someone hides their shoes.

Let’s say we get invited to a birthday party. The invite goes out, I stick it on the frig in the kitchen and we go about our crazy lives of Brody kisses, clean ups, school, conferences and special needs workshops. The day rolls around, I get the gift a week in advance so that’s cool. But it’s about 15 minutes before we need to leave, and suddenly we realize that Brody has hidden all of his shoes. ALL of them. So, we spend 10 minutes looking for them….but in the meantime Brody has stripped naked! And now we have to re-dress him and find shoes. And now Destin is pissed and doesn’t want to go. And now…we are late to the party.

Even though we planned our day around this event, we planned in advance, RSVP’d, etc. we are now late. You’d be surprised, but I’ve actually caught some hell for showing up to functions late with the kids. I am so sorry we missed cake and presents, but this is totally not on purpose….it’s just that something always comes up. ALWAYS. This drives my husband crazy…he hates being late. But I kind of got over that about a year ago. So, do not be offended if we show up late to your kid event, it was not on purpose. We more than likely had a naked kid running around the house or had to clean up a shampoo dump in the hallway or could not find the Dr. Pepper for the drive to your house.

Frazzled, but still here.

Despite all of these challenges, we are very lucky as we can still have fun with Brody. He is still “with us” in that he is aware of his family and obviously cares for us. We’re so grateful that he is incredibly healthy and loving. Some days are very, very hard…like the days where nothing we do makes him happy or if he’s sick and can’t tell us what’s wrong. The holidays and summers are always tough on everyone because the routine is gone. Last summer, I had to quit my job and take a few months off because of the stress. We just couldn’t handle Brody’s issues with transitions and me working. Wow, it was hard. With the holidays, if you see me or Matt at Christmas or Easter, I am probably frazzled or may tear up if you ask how we are doing.  It’s just…sigh…very hard. But we’re still here and we’re not going to stop caring for our baby or giving him a good life. He deserves all we’ve got to give, so Brody…bring it.