Archive for February, 2008
I’m finally on the road to recovery after being sick since this last weekend. Thank God for Dayquil. Hopefully I’ll be completely well by the time my Mom arrives this weekend!
Anna is doing a great job with her therapy. Her therapists are constantly amazed at how hard the girl works. We do have our meltdowns from time to time, especially when they ask her to do something that is pushing her to the limit. For the most part, Anna does what her therapists ask her to do, but today she was either tired, frustrated or just demonstrating how terrible the twos can be. After days like today, I imagine the folks in the apartments around us wonder if we are skinning our child. Anna let out some of the most ear-piercing squeals/screams when she didn’t get her way today. It was truly a battle of the wills (and I’m not sure we (the adults) came out on top!).
Yesterday Anna had her first bath in a week. Yes, you read that correctly…ONE WEEK. For the first time in a week, Anna had her cast removed to check for any skin issues or irritations. She had a small blister between her middle fingers, but otherwise things looked fine. The smell…now that was a totally different story. Yuck. We gave her a bath and washed her stinky hair, and she enjoyed it so much that she didn’t want to get out. But all good things must end and the cast had to go back on. Surprisingly, putting the cast back on did not cause any problems. She actually cooperated completely.
I’ve been slowly posting more pictures. We hadn’t really posted any since before Christmas, so there is quite a backlog. Make sure to check previous pages on Flickr, as you’ll probably find newly posted pictures there as well.
February 27th, 2008
Cut to the chase: The tornadoes that threatened Birmingham missed us this morning. We’re all okay.
But we did spend some time hiding out in the bathtub very early this morning. I was very soundly asleep, oblivious to any danger when Kansas girl Tara woke me up at about 3:30AM, having somehow heard the sound of distant tornado sirens. We turned on the TV in time to see a major front bearing down on our location, with the backup weather folks from the local news stations in a panic about the whole affair.
So we quickly pulled on some clothes and decided that the bathroom off our bedroom was probably the safest location. I threw all the pillows in the house in the bathtub while Tara went and grabbed a very groggy and confused Ms. Anna. The two of them huddled in the tub for about 20 minutes (with me standing by ready to jump in if necessary) until about 4:10AM, at which point the front had passed over us with lots of wind and rain and thunder, but without manifesting any actual tornadoes.
We brought Anna into bed with us and I think she and Tara managed to get another couple hours of sleep before the therapists showed up at 6:45AM. (I can’t sleep if I’m up around that time, but it was nice to lay in bed and snuggle with the little girl).
I guess I didn’t think of Birmingham being prime tornado country, but this is the second scare now in as many weeks!
February 26th, 2008
Our first week of therapy is behind us.
Anna’s doing much better, health-wise. The steroids took effect almost instantaneously, and while she still has a runny nose and cough, at least she’s not croupy.
More importantly, by Wednesday she was pretty much sleeping through the night. She’s working so incredibly hard in her therapy that sleep itself has become something of a reward. After working her little tail off for six straight hours between 7:00AM and 1:00PM, she really looks forward to her afternoon nap(s). And for the past three nights she’s been reluctant to read books and has flat out refused to have us sing songs before we put her to bed. “Do you want to read another book?” “No.” “Do you want Mamma to sing songs?” “No. Seep”, she says. “Seep”.
Therapy has been going very well, and we’ve accomplished a great deal in just one week. But it has not been an easy road. The therapists work the girl very hard, and during the first couple of days she put up quite a fight. I think Wednesday was our lowest point. Tara had to leave the therapy session for about an hour because Anna was having a total meltdown and refused to comply with even the simplest request. Tara and I and her therapists all agree that it’s incredibly important for us all to help Anna realize that she’s not going to get out of therapy just by throwing a fit, but knowing that doesn’t really make it any easier on anyone when the poor girl is throwing a tantrum because she’s exhausted and sick and frustrated and all we want to do is stop the damn therapy session and give her hugs.
But the perseverance has started to pay off. By the end of the week there were far fewer tantrums, and today (Saturday) she had an amazingly positive therapy session, with not a single tantrum and some real milestones. She’s now able to bear significant weight on her left arm independently for several minutes, she’s really improved her supination (turning her left hand over with her palm up and open), she’s doing amazingly well with her pincer grasp (thumb and pointer finger) with tasks such as turning pages of a book or picking up small objects, and she was successful, for the first time today, in independently stabbing a piece of food with her fork and bring it to her mouth. Almost as important: She’s now starting to grasp the concept of delayed gratification — that when we say “do X now and you’ll get Y later”, she understands enough to work through the difficult task at hand for the promise of a reward later. This is a Very Big Deal for someone not even two years of age, and extremely important to making forward progress in therapy sessions.
It’s been a very long, very tough week, though. Poor Tara’s now managed to catch a cold (due to lack of sleep and way too much stress), and nobody’s happy when Momma’s sick, let me tell you. I’ve been trying to keep up at work, but it’s honestly been much more difficult than I’d expected to be super-productive and engaged when I’m 1,300 miles and a time zone away and always a little bit exhausted from stress and lack of sleep. And while it’s been great to touch base with some family and friends by phone or video chats, it usually just reminds us how lonesome it can be here away from our home. We miss our family, our friends, and our usual routine. And of course we really miss Max.
After six straight days of therapy we get tomorrow off. We’re going to try and get out of the apartment and roam around a bit, though it’s also possible we’ll just relax at home. We’ll start our second week on Monday, with our therapists arriving extra early (to make up for lost time at the doctor’s on Tuesday) at 6:45AM! (Our therapists, it should be said, “kick ass” — to use the technical term — and we’re extremely happy with all they’ve done and are doing).
February 23rd, 2008
It’s official, Anna has croup! After yet another fun-filled night of little to no sleep and a couple of 15-minute sessions locked in the bathroom with the hot shower running, we decided to take her in to see the doctor. We went to see our therapist’s pediatrician at their “sick-kids” clinic. It seems Birmingham is having a massive flu outbreak, so the clinic was packed. Neal and I made frequent use of the antibacterial/germ-killing gel! It took us literally 2 hours to see the doctor. We were totally unprepared for such a long wait. We were moved into a small exam room where we tried to entertain the 2 year old for more than 1 1/2 hours! She told us multiple times, “Coat…door…go.” As time dragged on, we were all ready for “Coat…door…go.” The doctor tested her for strep and flu (both negative, thankfully), and finally gave us some steroids for the croup. We notice a difference in her cough already! Here’s hoping we have a good night.
In light of our lack of a good night’s sleep and Anna’s illness, we opted to cancel our therapy for this afternoon. We got in 2 1/2 hours before we left for the doctor - that leaves 3 1/2 hours that we will need to make up. They are very serious about making sure that Anna receives her 6 hours of therapy per day! I suppose if they have a method that works, they should stick with it. I have to admit that it all seemed a bit rigid today. My parental instincts wanted to say…”hey, back off…can’t you see she doesn’t feel well?” Every few minutes were filled with crying, which led to a runny nose, which led to a cough, with led to the barking, etc. etc. Surprisingly, she did quite well this morning despite her lack of sleep and nasty cough. She’s such a tough little thing.
This evening we talked online with “Henny” (Anna’s cousin, Henry) and aunt Jo. It was great to see them both, and made us realize how much we do (will) miss them. Anna became really upset when it was time for us to say good-bye. She just kept saying “Henny, Henny, Henny…no, Henny.” It was just very difficult to end the call. Both the kids seemed confused that they just couldn’t get together to play. Distance is a hard concept for the kidlets.
February 19th, 2008
A long, challenging day today, but things have gone amazingly well so far.
We had Anna’s initial evaluation and casting at 8:30AM at the UAB ACQUIRE program this morning. Anna did us very, very proud. All the doctors and therapists there were extremely impressed with how well she’s doing. Anna “passed” almost every evaluation they threw at her. It doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a ton to learn, but it does mean that she’s made some very significant progress in the last year and a half since her initial diagnosis, and it reflects well upon all the therapy we’ve put her through so far. This is truly a tribute to Tara for putting in so many long hours in doctors’ offices, hospitals, and therapy with Anna, and to the dear little girl herself for learning to endure and prosper despite it all.
During the therapy Anna was fitted for her new full arm cast. Tara had tried to prepare me for this ordeal, warning that based on past experience with her two previous castings “she’s going to scream bloody murder for as long as it takes”. Well, the good folks at ACQUIRE added a single, simple variable to the equation of putting a hard cast on an almost-two-year-old that made all the difference in the world: A Sesame Street video. Lulled into near unconsciousness by the psychedelic antics of that little red monster Elmo and his muppet friends, Anna hardly put up a fight and the new cast was on her arm in almost no time.
We’re very impressed with Anna’s new therapists as well. They clearly know what the heck they’re doing. Obviously they’ve got the casting and occupational/physical therapy parts down pat. But equally impressive is their understanding of the developmental psychology of the kids. Frankly, knowing what exercises to get the girl to do is only half the battle. The other half is figuring out a way to get her to want to do the exercises in the first place. So almost all the “therapy” consists of games, games, and more games, guided by a firm hand. (That bit is important too. I’ve already been ejected from the therapy sessions three times because I’m clearly the “softy”, and Anna tries to use me as a “safety net” when she’s upset with what the therapists are trying to get her to do — which, despite being a “game”, is rarely anything easy). Perhaps the most important thing is that Anna seems to really get along with her therapists, and they’re growing fond of her too.
After the morning session where we had the initial evaluation and the casting we went home for a quick lunch and to put Anna down for a nap. (The poor kid is still fighting a cold, which means she’s twice as exhausted as she normally would be, and it was a brutal morning for her even without a cold). Then our therapists showed up at our apartment with a truckload (literally) of “toys” and other therapy gear. They spent the rest of the afternoon “playing” with Anna, and they’ll be here at 7:00AM tomorrow morning right after Anna wakes up to continue the program. The goal is at least 6 hours every day (excluding naps) of one-on-one (actually, two on one since we’ve got an intern working with our primary therapist) therapy, 5-6 days per week for the next four weeks.
Overall we’re extremely happy with how everything’s played out so far. The main thing is that our therapy team really seems to “get it”. It’s not uncommon for folks to look at how “well” Anna’s doing and ask why we’re pushing her so hard. Today was a bit of confirmation from folks who really study this stuff that all our pushing has been necessary, that all the hard work has helped make an enormous difference in Anna’s capabilities, and that yes indeed there is a bunch more hard work to come.
But for the moment, we’ll allow ourselves to indulge in a feeling of accomplishment. When we asked what we needed to work on this evening our therapists recommended we just take it easy tonight, “let Anna do whatever she wants, and have her favorite food for dinner.” So we took a short walk together, and tried to relax over some pizza and a glass of wine/apple juice. It was over a year ago since we signed up to come on this adventure. It’s been a long year, and a long trip, and it’s a little hard to believe we’ve made it here after all. We’re happy to know that we’ve been doing well by our little girl, and to be in the company of folks who are experts in helping take her therapy to the next level. We now know this is a marathon and not a sprint, and that progress is measured in feet rather than miles, but today at least it feels like we’re on the right path and headed in the right direction.
I’ll sign off tonight by remembering out loud that the real star of the show today, in every way, was dear little Anna. So strong, so smart, so charismatic, and so very patient. She truly made us proud to be her parents.
Sleep well, and dream sweet dreams, little one. Tomorrow is another day, and another set of challenges. But we’re here for you always. We love you.
February 18th, 2008
Not us! Last night was a very long night for Anna and me. Anna seems to have picked up some bug (or already had a bug) that took advantage of the fact that she had no sleep yesterday. She had a fever last night of 102 degrees. That, coupled with the fact that she’s in strange place in a pack-n-play, didn’t make for a particularly good night last night. I ended up sleeping with her in her room. There’s a queen-sized bed in her room, but I certainly wouldn’t know, as I was clinging to the very edge while Anna took the rest. She just wanted to be close, and kept insisting on sleeping on me. I generally like to sleep in a cool room, with a cool pillow, etc. The heat generated from Anna’s hot little body was not really conducive to good sleep for Tara.
So far today, Anna’s been a bit of a mess. She’s obviously exhausted, but not really wanting to take a nap. We finally insisted on the nap, and she’s going on 3 hours! She even managed to sleep through a pretty loud thunderstorm (I felt like I was in Kansas again! You just don’t get storms like that in Colorado.). Hopefully she can sleep off the worst of this bug. If not, we’ve been googling the nearest urgent care.
When she finally wakes up, we’re off to Target to spend some big bucks. You really take for granted the fact that you have condiments, spices, and what-not in your pantry. We don’t even have any dishwashing detergent to wash up the pots we’ve used.
February 17th, 2008
Thankfully, we all made it.
Despite some bad weather on Thursday morning (4 inches of snow in our driveway when I left), my three-day drive to Birmingham, Alabama went off without a hitch. Gloomy skies for most of the journey, but dry roads from Kansas to Alabama. Many thanks to Debbie and Rex in Towanda, Kansas for a fine steak and finer company on Thursday night, to the Days Inn in Fulton, Mississippi for being worse than I had hoped but better than I had feared, and to the makers of Red Bull for keeping me awake during the drive. I entered Birmingham around 9 o’clock this morning, and was unpacked in our new apartment before noon.
Tara and Anna made it to the Denver airport with time to spare, courtesy of my parents who got up much earlier than retired folk are wont to do in order to ferry their daughter-in-law and grandkidlet to DIA (thanks Mom and Dad!). Tara managed to get the folks at United to see reason and actually seat both mother and child next to one another (evidently the airline computers see no problem in seating a mother three rows away from her two-year-old daughter…), and the flight to Birmingham proved blessedly uneventful thanks in no small part to a portable DVD player and several “Dora the Explorer” videos.
Our apartment here is really quite nice, and we’re in a fantastic part of town (I felt quite under-dressed wearing only jeans and a t-shirt when I walked into the Panera at “The Summit” to use the restroom…). Most of all we’re happy to be together once again, and happy that this whole scheme worked out mostly according to plan.
We’ve got the day off tomorrow to sleep in, take a look around, and generally get our bearings. Anna’s ordeal starts Monday with her orientation, casting, and first round therapy at UAB.
February 16th, 2008
Tara and I were devastated to hear that Keith Foskin, a great artist, scholar, philosopher, and friend of the family, passed away two days ago.
We always looked forward to spending time with Keith and his brother Kevin during holidays and family gatherings. His love and appreciation for music was impressive in its diversity and scope, and his humor was sharp, sensitive, and quick. We always felt that Keith truly embodied what it meant to be an artist — he was overtly and openly passionate about his art, his ideas, and his politics, with his heart on his sleeve and always trying his very best to live his convictions.
What impressed us perhaps most of all was his fierce devotion to his friends, and in this terrible moment we wish we could speak with him just once more to thank him for his friendship and the good times he shared with our family, and my father in particular.
Keith, Kevin, and their friends and family are in our thoughts and prayers.
February 4th, 2008