tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69135219036291788802024-03-14T04:14:03.288-04:00Hannah's ShenanigansAfter much <strike>harassment</strike> encouragement, I entered the blogosphere to document the delightful (or otherwise) and unexpected moments of my younger daughter's life. Hannah was born in 1998. She surprised us with her extra chromosome, and continues to surprise us with her humor, intellect and obstinacy. She takes our breath away. As my elder daughter once wrote, when Hannah was born, our family went from ordinary to extraordinary.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092198491274193931noreply@blogger.comBlogger435125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913521903629178880.post-37218551248403365862014-08-23T12:00:00.000-04:002014-08-23T12:19:29.776-04:00Segway Lesson!This morning Hannah took her first lesson on a Segway! We have enjoyed traveling around our city with the tour guides (lots of history, art and nature). We thought it would be fun if Hannah would be able to join us. I stayed home while James took Hannah.<br />
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It was hard work, but she made good progress. <br />
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The hardest part for her is to keep her eyes up. It's the same issue that we had when she was learning to ride a bike. (She has made several forays into bicycling; she can keep her balance, but she doesn't pay attention to her surroundings.)<br />
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She'll need a few more lessons to be sure she's safe out on the roads, but she's excited!<br />
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I'm so proud of her--she loves to try new things, from food to sports to travel!Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092198491274193931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913521903629178880.post-89832163162013352622014-08-17T21:00:00.000-04:002014-08-17T21:50:18.757-04:00Still kickin'Well, long lost me. <br />
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We've had quite the year or two. Too much to fill you in, but you'll have to go with what I've got.<br />
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When we last chatted, January 3rd 2013, was the day before Hannah was diagnosed with endocarditis. She had been having random seemingly unrelated health issues. Fevers, not much stamina, sore toe, headache, sore finger, night sweats. All days apart--no rhyme or reason. We ended up in our FAVORITE pediatrician who did some bloodwork, which showed wacky levels of several things. This bought us a trip to the hematology/oncology clinic at our local teaching hospital (MCV, Richmond, VA).<br />
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Short story, before giving Hannah a marrow biopsy, a medical student suggested that we have an echocardiogram and that's how she got a diagnosis of endocarditis. She was admitted and stayed for a couple nights, getting a PICC line (a heavy duty long-active IV that deposits medication close to the heart, and allows blood draws without new needles) and started heavy antibiotics. She was discharged on a Sunday. We had a home nurse come to teach us how to use the IV medications. 48 hours later we rushed Hannah back to the hospital. She was in agony--abdominal pain. She was admitted. Many many tests and 36 hours later they diagnosed right kidney failure. Apparently she had a clot or vegetation (that's what they call the endocarditis bacteria colony breaks away).<br />
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She was in the hospital for nearly a month with many other ancillary problems (seizure from a Vitamin K shot, tendonitis--can't walk, bone marrow biopsy to rule out leukemia, etc). Once she was ambulatory we had 6 more weeks of home IV treatment. She is WHOLE. She will have to take blood pressure medication for the rest of her life due to her kidney problem, but if that's the worst, we can live with that.<br />
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Did I tell you that Chris graduated from William and Mary? And that he was accepted to Yale and UNC-Chapel Hill for graduate school? He chose Chapel Hill. He's just starting his second year in their chemistry PhD.<br />
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Later that month James' job ended here in the Richmond area. He quickly got another job--in Denver, CO. We prepped the house for sale while James drove out to start his new position. We sold the house within two weeks. The day that we ratified the contract for the sale, the new job dissolved. We found ourselves without a job, and no house (no, we didn't fight the contract--we'd just have had to sell it later when we got a new job somewhere else). We decided to stay in the Richmond area, renting a little house in November. Kate had moved locally on her own--working as a Police Dispatcher while working on her MBA, Chris moved to North Carolina, so it's just the three of us (plus the doggies and Puddle).</div>
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Finding a job has been frustrating. We are having a lot of time together. We're generally in good spirits, with some ups and downs.</div>
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Hannah has been living well: tackling the bass guitar, singing in her voice choir, playing softball with the homeschool team, performing in LIVE ART with Jason Mraz and kd lang, learning to play ukelele, working hard with geometry (she loves it, even if she uses a calculator to compute, she can create an equilateral triangle using a compass and a straight edge), spending FaceTiming her best friend Shea, mastering an omelette, donating 14 inches of hair, and walked her first 5K to help with Bone Marrow donation.</div>
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Hannah still wants to be a firefighter. For her birthday she chose to bake cookies to deliver to our local fire station--Station 16! Perfect for her Sweet 16th birthday.</div>
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Soon we'll be starting the end of 9th grade soon (we didn't get it all done). Soccer starts soon, along with tap dance. Haven't planned out the rest of her schedule for the fall, but we'll figure it out.<br />
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Thanks for being here--it's been a long wait, but I'm back--at least for today!<br />
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Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092198491274193931noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913521903629178880.post-54257590464621388952013-01-03T15:00:00.000-05:002013-01-03T15:15:30.600-05:00Catch all....So, here I am again, late as usual--skipping an entire month of posting.<br />
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We've had a busy holiday season:<br />
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Hannah and I made a trip to NYC in mid-December. We went to see the Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall. <br />
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Grandparents, friends, holiday lights--we had it all! Hope your holidays were filled with fun and the people you love.<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">We weren't expecting any 'reports' since the cognitive test results were not going to be released to us, and she didn't have the MRI. Or did she? Apparently, Dr. Giedd thought she did. "MRI scan of brain performed without complication on 10/12/2012"</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">In fact, there was only one factual thing on the report: Hannah had a urinalysis (to prove that she wasn't pregnant). The rest of it was ENTIRELY FALSE. False, or mistaken.</span><br />
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Fortunately we met Dr. Maddox this summer at the NDSC conference in Washington D.C. Dr. Maddox spoke about the new Down Syndrome registry (a much needed resource to streamline research). Since she is the Deputy Director of the National Institute of Child Health and Human Development, she seemed to be a good person with whom to share our concern.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Our family is very interested in research for the sake of science; our daughter has been involved in many many research studies in the past 14 years. The very first study actually saved her life when she was three days old!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Recently we agreed to have Hannah (age 14, DS) participate in the ongoing NIH clinical research study 89-M-0006 “Brain Imaging of Childhood Onset Psychiatric Disorders, Endocrine Disorders and Healthy Controls”. Dr. Jay N. Giedd is the principal Investigator.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">We made our initial trip to NIH on October 11th, 2012. We were met by Dr. Nancy Lee. Dr. Lee and her assistant Elizabeth Adeyemi were very warm and helpful. The day was filled with hours of cognitive testing, surveys and a mock MRI. We were very impressed with how they introduced Hannah to the noisy MRI. It was clear that they had taken many steps to make sure that Hannah had a successful learning experience and was comfortable in the “pretend” MRI. No doubt this will ensure that Hannah will be prepared for the actual MRI later this month. Our appointment is Friday, November 30th.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">However, we have concerns. Today we received a form letter from Amanda Thume, from the Medicolegal Section (Medical Record Department). Included with her letter was a copy of a summary of the findings. <br />
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We were VERY surprised to find the attached Medical Record, with progress notes by Dr. Giedd. We never met him. He has never seen or touched Hannah, nor did any other physician give her a physical examination, yet the record shows that there was a “Detailed exam” and that she has “Typical physical features of Down syndrome”. Dr. Giedd also determined that Hannah is neurologically “normal”. In addition, Dr. Giedd believes that Hannah already has had her MRI scan of her brain “without complication on 10/12/12”.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">This is very disturbing for us. We expected the NIH to have high standards, <i>especially </i>for a research study. Imaginary records? How is this possible? Our faith in NIH is wavering. Should we continue with the study? Has it been corrupted? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Any information you could provide to reassure us would be appreciated.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">We sent off copies of everything to everyone. The day we popped the letter in the mail we received a phone call postponing our next appointment. We are now re-scheduled for early January. </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And then we forgot about it.</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Until this morning. The phone rang. (I've been hesitant in answering the phone still being gun-shy from all those political calls--ARGH!!) Caller ID said "PUB HLTH SVC". So I answered. It was Dr. Maddox (SCORE: 1 for Beth!). She was very concerned. She just received the letter (I chose the wrong mailing address). She wanted to get some clarification on the situation. She wanted to get this resolved before we arrived tomorrow (the appointment that was re-scheduled to January). Dr. Maddox was worried that the appt. was canceled because the researchers were trying to cover-up the problem. I assured her that it wasn't the case. She said all the right things and asked all the right questions. Did I have any ideas that could explain the situation? (error, sinister plot?) She was glad that she had time to investigate. </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I find it difficult to believe that none of the other three letters arrived until today. Really? I know that at least two have offices in the same building. I have the address from the letterhead from research correspondence. </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Dr. Maddox obviously rattled some cages. This afternoon I received a call from Dr. Lee (who really had nothing to do with any of this). She was really surprised. We talked about it, and her theory is that it must be a clerical error. The error must have been made by Dr. Giedd (pronounced ghee-ed).</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Dr. Giedd called next. He groveled a bit, and admitted that it most likely was him. He somehow put someone else's record in Hannah's record. He also never knew that medical records actually sent the records out to doctors and patients. I wonder how long he's been working at NIH....either WAY too long, or he's brand new. Or, it was just a plain old human error. He did apologize. He was more human than I was expecting.</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It's amazing how easy it is to make a mistake. This one wasn't a big thing--at least in terms of direct impact on Hannah's health. Hannah wasn't so lucky when a Rite-Aid pharmacist made a pharmaceutical error after Nan's Tonsillectomy. She had a torturous and prolonged recovery since she basically had no pain relief for days post-op.</span><br />
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I know, people are people. I make mistakes, and I always hope for forgiveness. I'm glad that this NIH drama was only a "mistake". It could have been a system issue. Or something else. <br />
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So that's that. I think I have NIH back in order. Maybe they'll give me free valet parking in January. Oh. Wait. Valet parking is free for everyone.<br />
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Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092198491274193931noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913521903629178880.post-61564117591629875342012-11-29T14:00:00.000-05:002012-11-29T14:10:39.662-05:00Things about Hannah, by Hannah*Last month I started a list of "21 Things About Hannah". We were finishing dinner, and I started the list with "Loves baked potato skins" after she stole my empty potato skins. We all talked over a few other items. Then Hannah joined in. She was spitting them out as fast as I could write. <br />
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1. Love having "Hannah and Daddy Days" on Saturdays going to Glory Days for lunch and running errands.<br />
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2. Cheerful chore girl. Helpful and kind.<br />
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3. Love dogs<br />
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4. Champion pill swallower<br />
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5. Love to go to museums<br />
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6. Love love love live stage performances to watch and to be in them<br />
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12. I love going to the movies. I eat popcorn and drink coke.<br />
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16. I love to look at our boxes of family pictures<br />
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19. I like to learn about places in the world and ancient times.<br />
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23. My favorite board game is "Life".<br />
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24. My mom is a good cook and baker. Also she loves turtles--all types of turtles. Proganochelys is a turtle in dinosaur times. It had 60 bony plates on its back. It didn't have a retractable head.<br />
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25. I love toys--especially Webkinz, Legos, American Girl dolls, Toy Story toys and Rescue Heroes.<br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Which one is your favorite? Mine is #8. It cracks me.</span><br />
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<br />Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092198491274193931noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913521903629178880.post-76279004110416885392012-11-06T21:30:00.000-05:002012-11-06T21:34:08.176-05:00Nan Talk: Bee WitchOn Sunday we attended a Halloween party which had been postponed courtesy of Sandy. Hannah's witch costume is kinda itchy, so she chose to wear leggings and a long-sleeved shirt underneath. It's a bit unruly--long skirt, high collar, hat...<div>
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After that fun, we had a catered dinner. It was a great treat! Every family brought a dessert. Hannah picked these guys for our contribution (she found them in an American Girl magazine).<br />
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After we gorged ourselves, it was Trunk or Treat. Hannah switched into her witch costume for hauling the loot! She also offered a rendition of "Defying Gravity" to her fans, with musical accompaniment courtesy of the Prius.<br />
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Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092198491274193931noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913521903629178880.post-45063713630790966982012-11-01T23:45:00.000-04:002012-11-01T23:52:37.669-04:00Stolen from FacebookThis evening, while I was in bed with a headache, Kate was on Hannah patrol. Here's her Facebook status: <br />
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Ha! Vocabulary wins!Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092198491274193931noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913521903629178880.post-67096453295295185862012-10-31T21:00:00.000-04:002012-11-01T23:52:57.091-04:00Defying Gravity!! 31/31I know I owe you one more post, but I know you're a forgiving lot. Hannah and I are working on a post together, and we promise to get it up soon.<br />
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Today was a fun day!<br />
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We started with Pumpkin carving:<br />
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Hannah's punkin' skillz have improved in the past year! I guess this is one way to assess fine motor proficiency.<br />
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But then we were interrupted with a gas leak in the attic (one of the furnaces is up there). The Gasman helped me fix it up! Free! Yay!!!<br />
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Soooo...I forgot to tell Hannah to change our Jack O'Lantern's name.<br />
She named him Horny.<br />
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We scurried off to guitar lessons--Hannah's making progress! Slow and steady, but she's picking up the tempo. Soon we'll be able to give you a video of the rockin' Bird!<br />
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Hannah is Elphaba. If you don't know who that is, Elphaba is the real name of the Witch of the West in the Broadway show "Wicked". <br />
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The day after the movers unloaded the truck, we were all busily moving boxes from one place to another as we unpacked. The front door was wide open as we trekked back and forth from car to garage to house. I vaguely remember being surprised by finding a little girl walking upstairs in our house. She was short, had straight black hair, cut in a pageboy style. It was 1972.<br />
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This little girl was Jeanne. She lived in the house across the street with her 3 brothers and 1 sister. She was seven years old. And she had Down syndrome.<br />
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I. loved. her.<br />
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We spent hours and hours playing. She was thrown into the busy neighborhood games of tag, kickball and Ghost in the Graveyard. She'd come over to play and I'd teach her how to play Go Fish. We'd play in the sand box. We'd bake brownies together. She came to all my birthday parties.<br />
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We never argued. No middle school drama with Jeanne. She was one of my very best-loved friends.<br />
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Linda, Jeanne's older sister, was my age. I remember Linda being proud that Jeanne was in the "Educable" class at her segregated school. She told me about the differences between "educable" and "trainable". This was in the early days of public school providing any sort of education for children with cognitive disabilities. <br />
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We moved to Pennsylvania when I was 15. I don't think I saw Jeanne again. While I didn't see her, I thought of her frequently. As a teenager, I worked at a day camp for children with disabilities. I always kept my eyes open for people with Down syndrome. When I went to college, I considered becoming a Special Ed teacher. (I took a 100 level Education class and lasted about two weeks before I transferred out. Clearly at age 18 I knew I couldn't follow all the rules that teachers have to learn. Ha!)</div>
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I majored in Psychology. I learned quite a bit of child development, including "abnormal" psychology. I was much more interested in cognitive psychology than clinical or counseling psych. I also focused on animal behavior--the hows and whys of behavior of wild and domesticated animals, particularly non-human primates. (This is why at an early age my children learned the easiest way to sort out monkeys and apes: apes do not have tails.)</div>
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Some of the very best things can start with Facebook. I reconnected with my childhood friends. Karen, Kathy, Suzanne, Rosemary....and Linda. And I got to hear about Jeanne! She's living in a group home in New Jersey. Linda is her guardian.</div>
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Since Linda became Jeanne's guardian, she's been on a sharp learning curve. It was great to learn from her, and for me to share information too. I told Jeanne that I was SO GLAD that I knew her. I am different because she was in my life. I never once used the word "Retarded" in a derogatory way. I always respected people who were different from me. Jeanne changed me. She made me better.<br />
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Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092198491274193931noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913521903629178880.post-7473354056224076012012-10-29T21:00:00.000-04:002012-10-29T21:21:46.019-04:00DS Clinics? Doctors? Earlier this month someone left a comment asking about Down Syndrome Clinics (Hi Anna!). I have to say that we've never been to one. <br />
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When Hannah was born and recovered from her critical medical issues, we were sent home with a long list of "follow up" appointments to make. One of them was the geneticist. We had briefly met with him earlier in the hall of the NICU when he gave us the official diagnosis, but we didn't know why we needed to see him again. We felt like once we got the diagnosis, there wasn't much else a geneticist could do, right?<br />
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Right. It was waste of our time and money. I have friends who LOVE their geneticists. I'm not anti-geneticists. I don't know what they could offer us. I recall asking some DS parents about the Down Syndrome Clinic in Charlotte, NC (where we lived at the time). They said it was mostly for adults with DS. So I dismissed it. I liked the idea of one-stop-shopping, but since the clinic focused on adults, I moved on. We had a decent pediatrician. We ditched the county "services" early on. All they could do was put us on a waiting list for a Physical Therapy Assistant, and we'd have to pay for it. That wasn't our idea of "Early Intervention". So we found a local high quality therapy practice. All the therapists were trained in Neuro-Developmental Treatment and worked as a team (an EXCELLENT approach!). We had to pay for it, but it was our choice.<br />
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Physical Therapy began when Hannah was about 3 months old, once a week, with homework. When she was almost a year old we added Speech and Occupational Therapy. We dropped PT when Nan was about 3 years old. We kept up with Speech and OT for a couple more years. (We also had a little bit of time with the school system therapists, but we dropped that soon after.) Since then, she's not had any therapy. <br />
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Early on Hannah saw an ophthalmologist, a pulmonologist (frequent pneumonia in her early years) and a cardiologist (still does). But most every need was met by our pediatrician. I think that if I didn't have a decent pediatrician we would have pushed to find another way to meet Hannah's medical and developmental needs.<br />
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I've researched Down Syndrome Clinics--some are REALLY REALLY good! Who wouldn't want to see Dr. Skotko in Boston, or Lutheran General Hospital's clinic in Illinois? But some are mediocre. I know a family who went to the clinic in Charlottesville, VA (Kluge Children's Rehab) and they came home with an incorrect dual diagnosis of Autism. Totally WRONG.<br />
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Our family had time to gradually ease in to Hannah's needs. We didn't have a prenatal diagnosis, but we did have access to the internet and good information. We didn't need to start everything immediately. I have friends who have adopted a child(ren) with Down syndrome. It's got to more difficult to jump into the middle of everything. I'd <i>definitely</i> go to a DS Clinic. It takes time to figure out what kinds of things you need to look for--things other than therapies. Endocrinology, Cardiology, Gastroenterology, Otolaryngology, Neurology (apnea?), Ophthalmology...Psychology? Unless you already had experience with Down syndrome, it would be overwhelming to figure out what some basic questions would be. A DS clinic would be a great place to start you wouldn't need eight separate appointments. Knock them all out in one day. At least the physicians and clinicians actual have an interest in and experience with the DS population. And hopefully they'll be superlative. They certainly couldn't be worse than the doctor you'd find through the list your insurance provides.<br />
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It's also very difficult to find a general pediatrician who will actually: <br />
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I research Down syndrome. A LOT. I expect to be respected as a parent and a participant in my daughter's health issues. If a doctor will not value me as an equal partner, he or she will not be my daughter's doctor. We have to be a team.<br />
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After thought: Another option is to find a really good developmental pediatrician. We've never been to one, but many families really love the positive encouragement from a DP. Might be a middle-of-the-road solution for those who don't have a clinic nearby. (BTW, we don't have a clinic in our area.)<br />
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Both Kate and I were really impressed with Hannah's money handling! It's one thing to count out by fives or tens, but she had to do a combination of 5's, 10's, 20's, 50's, 100's (all in Thousands!). In her schoolwork we've been polishing up counting coins (a never ending task). She knows them pretty well. She can give any exact amount of cents using a combination of coins. But with our real money we don't have a twenty-cent coin. And 50-cent coins are not very common. So she had to figure out how to create $35,000 or $75,000 or $15,000 with the pretend dollar notes she had. It was tricky, but she did it perfectly! <br />
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Glad to be home sweet home. It looks like Sandy is not going to make a very long visit here in Virginia, and for that we are very glad. Of course, it would be great if the hurricane stayed out to sea entirely. Stay safe everyone!Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092198491274193931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913521903629178880.post-6634291175689251772012-10-25T21:32:00.000-04:002012-10-25T21:32:26.598-04:00SeaWorld 25/31Another quick post...<br />
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We had a good day at SeaWorld. I think it's more our pace, less crowded, more like a zoo than an extravaganza. <br />
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The first show we saw was lots of fun--ducks, doves, cats, dogs, and pigs, all trained in ridiculous tricks!<br />
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We followed up with the Clyde and Seamore show (sea lions and otters!), and later, the dolphin show. It was good to have all this sitting down since we were pretty worn out from yesterday!<br />
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Somewhere along the way, we were looking at some aquatic birds. Ducks were scurrying around the feeding dishes. Nan says:<br />
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We did get rained out before we could see Shamu in action, but we didn't mind. A nice quiet evening at the hotel gave us all some recoup time.<br />
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<br />Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092198491274193931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913521903629178880.post-87355844207171871502012-10-24T21:00:00.000-04:002012-10-24T21:47:40.279-04:00Snippets of Disney 24/31Exhaustion, but I can't leave you in the lurch!<br />
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Here are the highlights so far:<br />
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Last night, flew into Orlando, an hour late. <br />
At touchdown, she says, "We Orlanded!"<br />
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We slept well enough--up and out to the Magic Kingdom. It was raining, but it stopped by the time we got to the parking lot. The Haunted Mansion was on everyone's mind. As we boarded the Monorail Hannah turned to me and whispered, "I'm going to be face to face with a cloaked figure!!!"<br />
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We scurried over to Liberty Square to get in line for the Haunted Mansion--about 9:30. There were just a few people headed that way. We got the disability pass, but we didn't really need it then--no line whatsoever.<br />
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We wandered around the "cemetery", and then she donned her headphones and got down to business. I was so proud of her. She didn't seem to be very nervous, but I knew this was a big accomplishment--eight years of build up is a long time to hold onto a mysterious something. <br />
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We flashed our disability pass as we boarded our DoomBuggy (all three of us crammed in there!). We asked if we could stay on the ride if Hannah wanted to go around again. "Sure! As long as you want!". <br />
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She loved it. She wanted to do it again. And again. (The Mansion exiting host mentioned that the record number of rides by one person in a day was 60. This did not console us as we went around five consecutive times!)<br />
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It was great! We didn't hear a single word about the Haunted Mansion for the rest of the day. That is, until I mentioned that we could go back for one last ride before we left the park. Yup, she definitely wanted to go again.<br />
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We had a great day--worn out from fun! Six rides on the Haunted Mansion!<br />
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And guess what? Some friends of ours happened to be at Disney today too! Lois's family was there (see link above left).<br />
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P.S. Lois is going to have another little brother! They are expecting in early 2013!! Exciting? Yes!!!!Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092198491274193931noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913521903629178880.post-36835467929390060772012-10-23T10:30:00.000-04:002012-10-23T10:43:49.614-04:00Away we go!When Hannah was about five or six she had a Disney Sing-Along-Songs video about going to Disneyland. She loved all of the songs except one: Grim Grinning Ghosts. The Goofy and Donald characters were covered with sheets pretending to be ghosts. They sang and danced in front of the Haunted Mansion. She was terrified, even though the song was silly and playful.<br />
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I'm sure you know the definition of perseverance. But are you familiar with the word "perseveration"?<br />
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Perseveration is frequently found in the OCD and Autism populations--an individual may become fixated on one topic and will not let it go. It could be a focus on weather or washing machines, or computers...usually things that people generally don't want to hear about for great lengths of time.<br />
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Hannah doesn't have autism, but she has been quite absorbed with the Haunted Mansion for at least eight years. It's been a love/hate relationship. <br />
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She has read everything she can find about how the Haunted Mansion was created, how big it is, how scary it is, how many ghosts live there (she doesn't believe in ghosts), how the robots and trick movie projections are made....and on and on. She's looked at numerous YouTube snippets of home movies of the Haunted Mansion (both DisneyLand and DisneyWorld), official advertising clips of the Haunted Mansion....and, well, you get the idea...<br />
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It's not a daily thing. It's not even a weekly thing. But we're tired of hearing about the Haunted Mansion. <br />
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The other week when Hannah was going through the NIH cognitive testing, one of the words was "mansion". She had to define it. She did a good job. And then she went on....and on...and on...<br />
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The researcher was impressed, enough so to mention it during a break. Dr. Lee said she quickly understood that Hannah was talking about one specific mansion...one with four columns, a creaky front porch...with tombstones in the yard....<br />
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She knows the original concept plans for the DisneyLand Haunted Mansion and how the plans evolved into the actual ride. She knows that the front of the Haunted Mansion is just a facade, that there is a warehouse behind it, covered with plants and spooky looking walls so nobody can see the warehouse which houses the ride.<br />
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She has a CD copy of Ron Howard in an audiotape of "<i style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">The Story and Song From The Haunted Mansion" </i> recorded in 1969. She can recite the entire story and song, complete with sound effects.<br />
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When we went to DisneyWorld 4+years ago we discussed actually going IN the Haunted Mansion. She would have no part in that idea. She didn't have the chance to change her mind because we were only there for half a day before she spend the rest of her time in the hospital with a stomach bug.<br />
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But now, she's ready. She has a plan. She's going to wear her noise-muffling ear phones. She will take them off if she wants to. She can close her eyes if she's too scared. She'll be sitting right between her mom and dad.<br />
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Our plan is to get this over. We're going to go around and around on that ride as long as it takes her to get her fill. It's our primary destination. We'll be taking tons of pictures and video so she can relive it. And maybe, just maybe, we'll burn her out. Keep your fingers crossed!<br />
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This evening we fly down to Florida. Wish her luck!<br />
<br />Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092198491274193931noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913521903629178880.post-55226016471965792882012-10-22T15:00:00.000-04:002012-10-22T19:22:46.488-04:00Life Imitating Art 22/31<br />
Hannah loves our local art museum. It's the <a href="http://www.vmfa.state.va.us/default.aspx" target="_blank">Virginia Museum of Fine Arts</a> in Richmond. It's free! They just installed a traveling exhibit by Dale Chihuly. We'll have to go back to see that when we have time to ooh and ahhh.<br />
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Wherever we go, Hannah finds a way to have fun. The museum guard even mentioned noticed that!</div>
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Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092198491274193931noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913521903629178880.post-62688694917027325592012-10-21T16:00:00.000-04:002012-10-21T16:00:03.795-04:00iPad addiction 21/31So....yesterday's post was a positive one which was brought to you by the courtesy of Hannah's iPad. But yesterday afternoon, Hannah sneaked her iPad into her room while she was supposed to be cleaning her room. We try to limit Hannah's screen time, though we are more lax with it than we were with her siblings. But we REALLY don't like her sequestering herself in her room watching shows on Netflix on the iPad . Of course, the shows she watches are really fine--nothing scary or violent. She still seems to enjoy shows for younger children or nature shows.<br />
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When I caught her lounging on her bed I told her she needed to turn it off and do something else, and reminded her of the ask-before-doing rule. She agreed that it would be good to go outside to play (she had cleaned her room--that's never a problem, which I don't understand at all--I HATED cleaning my room. Still don't like it.).<br />
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This morning I went into her room to wake her, but she was already awake with her iPad--trying to hide it from me. So I took it away. I reiterated the constant rule: Ask to bring the iPad into your room, just the same as how as you ask to watch TV or use the computer.<br />
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She was sheepish.<br />
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We went off to church, the Art Museum, and Brunch. As we arrived home, Hannah asked if she could have her iPad. NO.<br />
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I knew she was mad. She doesn't usually get angry--she does get frustrated, irritated or annoyed, but we rarely see her getting mad. I'm always glad when she gets mad. It means she's got the full gamut of emotions. It's good for her to react. I want her to own her feelings and figure out what kinds of responses are appropriate.<br />
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It took her a few minutes to make some noise. I was in my room changing into lazy clothes when I heard her loud sobbing in the hall. Kate was there, listening to her, talking about what happened. I told Hannah that I understood that she was upset because she couldn't have her iPad. She had two choices:<br />
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She stomped down the hall and slammed her bedroom door.<br />
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It made me happy. A typical sullen teenager. I've had those before, and am grateful that I've got another one. <br />
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Tomorrow she'll get some iPad privileges back, but most likely there won't be a Netflix app on it anymore.<br />
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<br />Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092198491274193931noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913521903629178880.post-3806372107544404182012-10-20T23:59:00.000-04:002012-10-21T00:04:42.039-04:00Back in Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Hannah loves her iPad. She's gone through tons of apps and games, learned all kinds of things (frog dissection app?), has access to Facebook (yes, she's on Facebook!) and email. But one of her favorite things is the camera. She loves to use the crazy camera features. She loves to take videos of herself and her friends. We regularly have to delete most of the pictures or videos (she doesn't seem to notice).</div>
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Back in March she saw a new kids' TV show called "Dinosaur Train". She really liked it. It's made for preschoolers, but she didn't know much about dinosaurs, so it was interesting to her. We got dinosaur books from the library, and dinosaur toys.</div>
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We were surprised when we discovered this video she made! She took the part of the narrator, and had her toys do the action. When you watch it, you'll see Hannah look over to the side. That's because she's looking at the iPad screen to see what she looks like in the picture (the camera is to her left side of the iPad).</div>
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Hannah picked out her new bedding, but I picked the surprise theme (Rock and Roll). <br />
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As it turned out, I only had three days to get the room finished, and I almost made it. The finishing touch arrived too late to apply to the wall, but she didn't mind.<br />
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Here's the Big Reveal!<br />
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Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092198491274193931noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913521903629178880.post-38441672830062680272012-10-18T21:00:00.000-04:002012-10-18T21:00:07.097-04:00Adaptive sports "Buddies"?Hannah has had her share of adaptive sports teams. We've done Challenger Softball, Miracle League, TopSoccer and Adaptive Dance in various towns.<br />
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While she somewhat enjoyed it, the programs seemed to be a bit flat. There were some "helpers" who attended the entire season, but most of the volunteers would just come once or twice. When Hannah was little, she wasn't going to latch on to a stranger. She wasn't interested in a teenager who was there for the community service hours. She did best when she had consistent volunteers who were around enough to build a relationship.<br />
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Still, even when the volunteers were top notch, they were way too nice. Really, is it a good plan to let Hannah think she can make 15 goals in a row while the volunteer is faking missing the ball? She doesn't need false success. She needs skills. She needs reality. She definitely doesn't need more ego. She has the highest self-esteem of anyone I know! <br />
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It's not just volunteers...frequently it's parents who over-praise.<br />
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Superficial success is just ego stroking. It doesn't teach anything of value. Instead, provide realistic feedback. Describe what you see: "I saw you running quickly to try to catch that ball." , "That was interesting!", "You were smiling out there." Hold back on the "attagirl" comments.<br />
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This goes for more than sports--school work, art, playing games, chores, etc. <br />
Describe that picture--honestly--"I see that you used a lot of blue." (not: I LOVE it!! Thank you SO much!!) <br />
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I know that volunteers have the best intentions. But making things too easy, too fabulous, too fun can be detrimental.<br />
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<i>This was spurred on by a comment by Hannah today. She is in a noncompetitive homeschool league, which she enjoys. It's much harder work to keep up with the other players. They naturally accommodate Hannah's abilities, but she knows she's not as fast as the other kids. Today she wanted to skip soccer. We talked about it a bit. Fortunately, I didn't want to go to soccer either, so she managed to win me over. Not too much later she came to me and said, "I love TopSoccer" (the adaptive soccer program she was in a couple years ago). I replied, "You liked that, didn't you? But now you have a more challenging soccer team. Did you like TopSoccer or did you just like Coach Keith? (who happens to be a firefighter--Hannah's dream job)" She replied, "I always got goals at TopSoccer." </i><br />
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<i>If you have not yet read my previous vitamin posts, please go <a href="http://hannigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/targeted-nutritional-intervention.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</i><br />
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I've kept my silence for quite a while. We had a difficult decision to make after Hannah's drug study last year. We signed her up for the study to further the body of Down syndrome research. We saw tremendous promise in Rivastigmine. But we couldn't bring ourselves to give her it to her without knowing anything about possible long term side effects. The doctors said that the few side effects were GI in nature (upset stomach, possible ulcers). But the medication is used for people with Alzheimer's Disease. There isn't really a "long term" for patients with Alzheimer's. And our child is an adolescent. That's a whole different situation.<br />
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So we had a very long discussion with our very knowledgeable pediatrician. She helped us tease out the options--what did we want.</div>
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Dr. M. suggested we look into the research regarding neural genesis and Prozac. (I already had read everything on the <a href="http://www.changingmindsfoundation.org/home.html" target="_blank">Changing Minds Foundation</a> long ago.) Hannah's been on Ginkgo for years, and we've done the oils for a decade, as well as a dozen years of Nutrivene-D. Prozac has a very long history with children/adolescents, with minimal side effects. It has a track record.</div>
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We decided to give it a trial. I was sort of hoping that "Vitamin P", as we call it, might smooth out some of Hannah's mood swings. Dr. M mentioned that the Prozac might lessen some of her OCD tendencies. (Hannah, as most people with Down syndrome, had a few OCD quirks--all doors must be shut--including cabinets and drawers, getting stuck into routines, and being exceptionally attentive while cleaning her room (2-3 hours long--granted, her room was a mess, but she doesn't cut any corners when it come to "organization", even if it's not MY kind of organization).)</div>
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We started on a low dose. Within a month we noticed that we had more pleasant days without random crabbiness. She also diminished some of her OCD trends. After 3 months we went up to 10 mg. No change. Four months later we upped it to 15 mg/daily. </div>
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We finally got the go-ahead to start PC in late August. This stuff is EXTREMELY expensive and generally tastes disgusting. Sort of tastes like tar and molasses. The dosing is a little bit murky. It's not like we could overdose her, but we'd like to have an accurate dosage so we don't use more than needed. (It's about $180/month. yes. ouch.) There are cheaper versions, and we'll tweak our 1 Tbsp daily sometime, but we want to get a baseline to see how it's working.</div>
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At this point, I can tell if Hannah's had her daily dose of PC or not. Her school work is considerably better--her short-term memory is better, recall is better, auditory processing better. It's not the same as with the rivastigmine, but she's making progress.</div>
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We're not chasing down a "cure". We're looking for ways to make Hannah's life better. None of these things we're doing are to change Hannah. In fact, as we see Hannah grow and develop, we think things like Ginkgo and Phosphatidyl Choline let us see <i><b>more</b></i> of who Hannah is. That extra chromosome isn't just sitting there in every cell in her body. It's producing excess proteins, producing excess waste products, it uses up too much of one amino acid or another. It's making pollution in her head. Neurons rusting. We are just trying to keep the damage to a minimum. </div>
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I've had a frustrating evening, just like last night. I've been battling electronics, and so far, I am the loser. So, instead of totally ignoring you, I'm going to just throw out a few pictures and call it a post!<br />
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(Draw Something is an internet game sort of like Pictionary--draw a picture that will let your teammate figure out your word. The words are randomly assigned.)<br />
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<br />Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092198491274193931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913521903629178880.post-63841385386772150382012-10-15T23:59:00.000-04:002012-10-17T07:53:27.383-04:00Spelling 10/15/12One of Hannah's big challenges is spelling. She can articulate all kinds of ideas. She has terrific penmanship. But she has a hard time with spelling. So she doesn't do much unsupervised writing--she likes to dictate and have me write down her ideas. Then I make her copy it. She's making progress with spelling, slow and steady, and, umm...slow.<br />
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We've tried many spelling programs and techniques. Some worked better than others, but basically, English is a bear to learn. It's a really lousy language to spell (and read too!). There are so many combinations of letters that make similar sounds, as well as unfathomable combinations ("eight"??).<br />
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Aside: Did I ever tell you that Hannah always says "height" to rhyme with "weight" and "eight"? It cracks me up. "Hate". It's so funny when she reads that word.<br />
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I learned this technique from a neurodevelopmentalist. Our kids with Down syndrome have trouble with short-term memory. So we need to input the information into the student more frequently than a typically developing student would need. Input input input. Output will come at some point. If the student is not giving output yet, that means you have to keep on inputting!<br />
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We make a flash card of each spelling word. It's important for Hannah to see the word clearly, without other words nearby to distract her. When making a flashcard make sure none of the letters in the word touch each other. This is REALLY important if your child is just starting to learn to spell. <br />
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My turn: I hold the card. I say the word. I spell the word.<br />
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When it is a new word, or a long word, she might need a couple tries before she gets it right. Sometimes on really difficult words Hannah chooses to finger spell the word as well. (sign language) I think this is a smart move on her part--it gives her a physical way to remember it using her motor memory. <i>(motor memory= muscles remembering a pattern or behavior that doesn't necessarily involve language or short-term or long-term memory--it's not ideas, it's just what your body knows without thinking. Sort of like typing. You don't have to think about it, it just goes through your fingers.)</i><br />
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Sometimes a word is difficult and she gets letters mixed up or skipped. When that happens, I usually try to make a sort of sing-song way of spelling the word or a rhythmic cadence with the letters. Or, we'll tap out a rhythm as we recite the letters.<br />
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We go through a set of 10-15 words each week. Or two weeks, if we need the time. I choose words from the Dolch list as well as words that she uses frequently in correspondence or just words she likes.<br />
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I don't ask her to write them until she can spell them out with her voice. When she can speak them, we add the pencil. Once I know she can write them, I test her. I don't test her until I know she can be relatively successful. I know this isn't an option for kids in regular school, but I generally work on a "quit when you're still successful" principle. If you push too hard, you'll end up grumpy, same as your child.<br />
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This is a part of a spelling game (of which I am not fond).<br />
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Neither Chris nor I could figure out what this picture was. "Ice"? No. It's a 5-letter word. "Cubes"? No. "Tongs"? Nope.<br />
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<i>mansion, genes, haunted, because, science.</i> <br />
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<br />Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092198491274193931noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913521903629178880.post-21922966933280979342012-10-14T20:30:00.000-04:002012-10-14T20:43:47.148-04:00Chris is home!It's fall break at William and Mary, so Chris is home for a few days! It's always nice to see him, especially since he spent the summer in Williamsburg too. He hasn't been at home for more than a few days here and there. He's worked the past two summers in Williamsburg, so we only get him when:<br />
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But, that's what we signed up for when we launch our kids: independence. He's only 75 minutes away, so if we need a Chris fix we can go visit. That's a lot easier than when we needed to go to Jordan to see Kate! This is his last year of college. At least, his last year at William and Mary...grad school applications will soon be sent out, and then we'll see where he lands!<br />
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His birthday is in a couple weeks, but we're pseudo-celebrating now since he'll be in classes on his actual day (and we'll be traveling). Hannah has been enjoying "hanging out" with him. He's very patient and silly, which are two very good skills to have with a sister like Hannah (or Kate....).<br />
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So here's to our 22 year old! We love you Chris!<br />
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We have a couple of decades worth of family photos. All jumbled in series of shoe boxes. All of them are from pre-digital age. One of Hannah's favorite ways to spend time together is to pull out a box of photos and run through handfuls of pictures. She loves pictures from she was little; shrieks of laughter emerge when she sees a ridiculous pose, or a satisfied sigh when she comes across a beautiful one.</div>
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Hannah has remarkable stamina and interest in the family pictures. (means=the rest of us are sick of it)</div>
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But she's been in heaven lately because we're finally sorting out all the boxes and loosely organizing pictures by year. Then they'll all be shipped out to be digitized and put somewhere in the cloud or hiding in a terabyte external hard drive.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two year old bunny...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jx0OW_iEXI/UHoZUVEKJvI/AAAAAAAACi0/TpeFGkv_zes/s1600/Nana+toddler+chips.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="206" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jx0OW_iEXI/UHoZUVEKJvI/AAAAAAAACi0/TpeFGkv_zes/s320/Nana+toddler+chips.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of my favorite pictures ever. Fourth birthday!</td></tr>
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It's a good time for us to take on this task. We have a month to get it all done. Our formal dining table is COVERED with pictures. With Thanksgiving coming up, we'll need a clean table for our turkey!</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Disclaimer: Kate and I spent a long time organizing these same boxes of pictures over a decade ago. We sorted them out along the perimeter of my bedroom. We had almost finished when Hannah managed to sneak into my room. She made an ENORMOUS mess, shuffling all of the pictures into a mound. We were so disheartened that we just put them into boxes where they've lived since.</i></span></div>
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