Let me begin to explain…

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There are two words we use in the healthcare field and thanks to Webster’s Dictionary I’ll define them

sym·pa·thy noun \ˈsim-pə-thē\
: the feeling that you care about and are sorry about someone else’s trouble, grief, misfortune, etc. : a sympathetic feeling
: a feeling of support for something
: a state in which different people share the same interests, opinions, goals, etc.
>Let me clarify that we DON’T want your sympathy

em·pa·thy noun \ˈem-pə-thē\
: the feeling that you understand and share another person’s experiences and emotions : the ability to share someone else’s feelings
>What we DON’T expect many people to actually have

I’ve been struggling with the fact that most people DON’T understand. I can talk until I’m blue in the face, relive moments in my life where I’ve struggled with Jacoby’s diagnosis and treatments or talk openly about my fears and I think that maybe, through words, through my laying out of all the emotions, you may have an idea, an inkling of what it’s like.

But I don’t expect much anymore.

Many many special needs moms I talk to tell the same story. We don’t get asked out too much because people assume we won’t go because we “have our hands full”. We get described as ‘quirky’ or ‘different’ because of our behavior with our kids or even with other adults and their kids. We are seen as paranoid or over react to the ‘little things’ and it tends to drive others nuts.

So take a few minutes to read a little further and maybe step inside the mind of my special needs momma mind.

I was 20 years old when we were told Jacoby had Spina Bifida. February 7th 2007. Our appt was at 11 am and it was running late. Dr. S had to go out on a delivery but I was detetrmined to stay to find out the gender. We had a dinner planned with our parents to reveal the gender and we had people waiting to find out. We went into the ultrasound room and the tech started as normal. Now that I’ve had 2 babies since I can point to the moment when she saw something that wasn’t right. Usually they whip right through the sizes for the head and get the measurements to average out the size. But she kept going back and again and again on the head. Then she kept taking pictures after pictures after pictures. Then she paged the Dr. and we had to ask for her to tell us the gender. She showed us and said “It’s a boy! Now the Dr is going to come in.” We should have known then that it wasn’t normal because after all my previous ultrasounds we went back to the room. We had a later miscarriage prior to Jacoby so we did the 8 week, 10 week and 12 week ultrasounds to ensure the baby was still going strong.

Dr. S walked in and said “we suspect something is wrong with your baby so I’m going to take a look”. She began to slowly scan me and stopped on his head. “His head is very enlarged and this area right here shows there is a lot of fluid on his brain” She then broke that down to explaining what hydrocephalus was and what it meant for the development of the brain, and how it was already causing abnormalities.

She moved down to the spine and said this area right here is what is more than likely causing his hydrocephalus and started to show us the cyst area on his spine. His spinal cord was outside of his back in a little sac of thin skin. “I’m going to send you to Creighton to see my friend Dr. B and he will confirm and go over options.”

“What do you mean options?” and then we got the truth. “So what is worst case scenario?”

“Your baby could die”

I cried all the way home. It had just snowed and haunted by these decisions and whats before us, I remember thinking about what would be the best thing for us, for the baby and told Josh that we should just crash the car and escape everything.

We still went to dinner and as the parents opened up the boxes of Thank Heaven for Little Boy bibs, Josh took my hand and said “theres something we need to tell you”. I cried the whole time and saw the mother’s fall silent. One supported any decision we chose to make, one of the dads said it was probably a dirty screen and we shouldn’t worry. I hated everyone that night. I cried all the way home and chose not to go to work or school or leave my bed for the next day.
People stopped over and would sit with me and I’d cry and cry then they’d start crying and it would make me so mad. How did they even know what this felt like?! How could they be crying?! I called the Dr’s office daily crying as we waited for our appt with Dr. B that following Monday. Hindsight is 20/20 and why I called and cried I have no idea. I think probably because I had no where else to go. Sally was Dr. S nurse at that time and she called me back and talked to me until I calmed down. She has since moved to Children’s from the office and when I see her I always hug her. Shes fantastic.

Dr. B was great. He came in and said “Congrats on your baby boy. Always good to start the family off with a boy”. He started the scan and handed me tissues then began once again going over everything. Myelomeningocele. Spina Bfida. Hydrocephalus. Clubbed feet. Brain abnormalities. Lower defect but bigger than normal. Then we talked options. Josh and I had decided without much thought that abortion was not an option. After my miscarriage I was a mess and had told myself even with a sick baby, at least I was having a baby. He said we could do this. Dr. B sat with us and said he would set us up with his friend from med school Dr. P but that this wasn’t the worst thing and that this was still a baby that would need love, diapers, holding, food, just like any other baby.

We drove home from that appt and took turns crying as we thought that maybe just maybe he would tell us other news from Dr. S. We took turns mourning the loss of the child we had dreamed about, the child we had talked about playing basketball and being tall and handsome like his dad who would play peewee football and ride dirtbikes and be trouble like his dad. We cried for the fear we had for this child. We picked the name Jacoby because it was unique and strong and now when we said it we worried for him. Is he in pain? Will he live? Will he be able to breathe on his own? We cried until we fell asleep and couldn’t cry anymore.

I dropped out of school to work to save money as Josh finished school. We knew we needed to be prepared so we met with the NICU team and toured Children’s, we met with Dr. P, who had a special kiddo of his own and supported our choice and promised to do everything possible for us.

I started preterm labor at 24 weeks and after a long birthday weekend for Josh’s 21st birthday I was resting on Monday May 28th, Memorial day thinking I just didn’t feel right. I called the office who encouraged me to check in the hospital to get fluids and a baby check. We arrived at the hospital at 330 pm and Jacoby was delivered by emergency c-section at 5:54pm. 5lbs 11 oz he came out bluer than blue but gave me a good cry after a little suction and stimulation. Josh followed him to the NICU as I laid there trying not to cry.

Our NICU stay runs together as we often hear other parents say. Hospital time is often different than real life time. Jacoby was baptized before his closure (putting the spinal cord back inside the back) and we got to hold him at 2 days of life. The nurses were great with us but spent extra time with us going over everything. When we went home and left him there I cried and cried. I called every morning at 2 am to check in and was at the hospital by 5 am thanks to my mom’s early work sched. Drs filtered through and told us we would have to take it as it came and they couldn’t give us any specifics on how he would develop. It was exhausting and so much to learn. The cathing, the signs of infections, his back care, signs of his hydrocephalus worsening, signs of failure to thrive and much more. Heather, our last nurse told us she knew we would do great and that a lot of the nurses were proud of us.

We left with Jacoby towards home and onto a new journey.

I’m spent for the night but will continue the soon

The Miracle of People

Everyday we are just bombarded with bad news of bad people, bad events, bad upsetting tear jerking heart breaking news. 

Recently Fremont was hit with the loss of three young lives while the 4th is recovering day by day not only from physical wounds but also emotional as well. 

 

Some days it is just an overwhelming turn off the tv and radio kind of day.Image 

Then there are moments like these. Moments where the World for 3 seconds seems right. Where Hope soars, I choke back tears of joy, and the worries fade away. Moments when the best of people break through the sadness in the World.

Every person in your life has a moment, good or bad, that you grow from. Yes, you may not want to admit it.Just like I hold grudges, like towards my 5th grade teacher and think it was a horrible year for me, but yet again I grew from it.

I get the privilege to work in a field where everyday I see compassion. I am surrounded by fellow employees who work in a field where we give and give and give. It’s our passion and we get fulfilled from it. We walk away everyday knowing that even if it was giving a flu shot, we helped someone.

There is a miracle in people you just have to look for it.

We will go places and get stares at Jacoby, the wonders of what happened to him or what we did to him. Or the favorite We live off the State comments. But then we get the people who tell Jacoby “cool wheels” (He has light up wheels on the front of his wheelchair) or people who stop us an tell us how awesome it is that he wheels himself or how cute he is (yes he is really really cute).

Jacoby dealt with bullies this year, even at one point stooping to their level (trust me it happened once and lesson was learned). After an email about open practice for Team USA, Mike Kult, the coach of the Omaha Red Dawgs, a National Championship Wheelchair Basketball team,and a wheelchair sports champ himself, allowed us to come watch Team USA practice. It was an awe inspiring miraculous amazing heart lifting doubt breaking thing to see. But even more so, the fears, doubts, the case of the I Can’t that Jacoby had seemed to pick up this year melted away as he got more comfortable there. These men broke through every barrier they had in front of them and were everything I wanted my son to see and be. Even more they opened up to him, giving him high fives, talking to him, racing him and allowing him to win. The World was at peace during this time. DSCN5470

I often get overwhelmed with emotions but you just have to stop and look around. Think. Breathe. It’s easy to just see the black in the white. But its better to focus on the white.

I think of the friends that I’d had and used to be close to. The friends I’d never thought I’d not talk to everyday but how we are now walking different paths and are merely acquaintances. I think about how sad it is, but how they were there when I needed them at the time and the support through some rough moments. I can dwell of the changes on the growth apart but I choose the memories of the laughing, the apartment parties, the birthdays together and the fact that we are all ok.

I think of my friends now. How they have watched me grow so much this last year, graduate college, love my kids and are ever present support for me as I navigate everyday life. They are the white in this World.

I think of my Special Mom friends, who notice when I drop off for a week or two and text me to say they know I must be struggling with J’s therapies or tests or Dr Appts. and want to let me know they are there for me and the ever present never spoken ‘I Understand”.

I think of my family in which they have watched us fall and rise and struggle, knowing they’d do it all for us but knowing we needed to do it on our own. The family that pray for us every night without fail and the family that if I asked for anything, would drop it and do it.

There is this thing called Compassion. It is the greatest gift we can give to each other. It is the Miracle in people.

So I challenge you my friends, to look for this in every day life. In anyone you come across. Stop and look around for the good stories, the people who are raising money for others, or helping someone across the road or with a flat tire. Even in this overwhelmingly dark sad news focused World, there are people who can be the white to the black. Also, look at yourself and ask if you are the white or the black. And try to be the white in someone’s day. DSCN5553