Friday, April 28, 2017

Happy 8th Birthday, Juli...

My punkin horsie turns 8 years old today!  My how you have grown.  Does anyone remember when you when you looked like this? 
3 days old
And now you look like this!

So much has happened to you this year, where do we start?

 Towards the end of the summer, you dislocated your knee.  You have one of the highest pain tolerances that I know of, so when you start to scream, I know that something bad has happened.  Seeing your kneecap on the outside of your leg was one of the weirdest and more frightening things that we have experienced with you.  Fortunately, it popped right back into place, but it still involved a trip to urgent care, several visits to see Dr. Bueche (a fantastic pediatric orthopedist, by the way), some time in an immobilizer, several months of PT and kinisiotape, and a trip to visit Dr. Gaebler at the RIC who we were due to visit anyway.  Unfortunately, due to your low muscle tone, you are destined to easily dislocate from now on, and you experienced a dislocation at school last week.

You started 2nd grade this year and it has been a bit of a struggle for you.  In January they started getting you even more help for reading and now you are almost to grade level, we are so proud of you!  In February you started getting some outside help with math, and we have seen your math skills improving as well.  This summer you have to do the extended school year, and while you were upset at first to find out you had to go, when given the option to ride the bus or be driven by me, you chose the bus because, "Mom, I never get to the ride bus!"  You still want to be a nurse, and your teachers have said that you always volunteer to take the sick kid down to the nurses office at school.

You love your brother so much and while at times he gets annoyed with you always wanting to be around him, he loves you so very much.  Last week when the nurse called me to tell me you had dislocated your knee, you didn't want me to come and get you, instead you just wanted your brother to give you a hug.  So, the nurse brought you up to his class in the wheelchair and Noah came out and happily gave you a hug.  

You love your daddy so much and he makes sure that every year when Chick-Fil-A does "Daddy-Daughter" Night that the 2 of you go to it.  He also makes sure that the two of you always go to the school dance every year, because you look forward to it so much.  

This year, for your birthday, you asked if you could get your ears pierced.  Your dad and I had been talking about it for a while and we knew we couldn't take you anywhere that used a piercing gun because of your sensory issues.  So, we took you to the piercer who had done my daith piercings (yes, we took her to a tattoo and piercing parlor).  That was the best decision.  Barron took good care of you, letting you take your time picking out your new earrings.  Then he explained what he was going to do and showed you how he made sure everything was clean.  While you cried for a minute, your ears didn't swell or turn red afterward.  You said your ears didn't even hurt once he was done with the needle.  We were so proud of you!

Happy Birthday, Juliana Rose!  We love you so very much!
Our Fashionista

Saturday, March 4, 2017

The First Time I Got Lost...

After my brain injury I went to see a doctor, alone.  I was dumb, I should have taken someone with me, but I was sure I could handle a regular appointment.  I was wrong.  The doctor made me feel so stupid.  I was having difficulty finding words, counting, and performing simple tasks that I was asked to do.  When he gave me a map and told me to get myself to a certain medical facility for an MRI, I was confident that I could drive myself there.  I was always able to read maps well and didn't think I would have any issues with getting myself there.  That was my second mistake.

I became horribly lost on my way there.  Remember, this is in 2002, not everyone had cell phones or gps.  In fact, Ryan and I shared 1 cell phone between the 2 of us, and fortunately I happened to have it that day.  I called him crying, telling him I had no idea where I was.  Ryan looked up the roads on mapquest and tried to guide me back to where I was supposed to go.  Little did he know that I couldn't even follow his directions.  I called my dad- who was in Florida with my mom for my cousin's wedding.  He couldn't help me either, but he had my mom calm me down.  Fortunately I was in the car by myself, so no one except for me heard all the swear words that I was saying.  I ended up stopping at a police station and a police officer got me to the right hospital- where Ryan was waiting for me (he left work to try to find me).  I think that was around the time we realized that I wasn't going to be the same again.  Now, I have to look at my hands to see which one makes the "L" when someone tells me to go left or right (and yes, I'm embarrassed to admit that).

The second time I got lost happened this past fall.  I honestly didn't think it could happen to me again.  We live in the age of technology.  We were leaving the Rehabilitation Institute of Chicago after Juli's appointment with her amazing doctor that we have seen since she was 1.  I have made the drive to and from the RIC countless times, and it's an easy one.  You take I-55 to Lake Shore Drive, take a left on E Chicago Ave, a left on N Fairbanks St, and a left on Superior St and it is right there.  I honestly don't know what happened when I pulled out of the parking lot to head home.  All of a sudden, I realized that nothing about the direction we were driving looked familiar to me, and I knew I had screwed up.  In my head I started saying all sorts of swear words (I couldn't say them out loud because I had both kids in the car), and I had to have Noah dig my cell phone out of my back pack, unlock it, open up Google maps- wait for it to find a signal because of all the skyscrapers, and hit the home button that I have programmed into it.  Then we went for a "tour of Chicago" as we drove home, which is not something I wanted to do just before rush hour started.  Eventually we found our way back to I-55 and made it home.  It was a reminder that I still can't rely on my brain memory to get me to and from locations.  It also confirmed to me, why I want to live in a wide open area when I retire- I can not stand the city!

Friday, March 3, 2017

Happy Birthday, Noah!

My Baby Boy is 10 years old today!  What?!?  When did that happen?!?  It seems like yesterday we were bringing you home from the hospital.  This year you started 4th grade and you were so excited because you got to have your kindergarten teacher again.  Every day you walk your sister to her class before you go to your class, already a gentleman at 10 years old!

10. This year you put together a team of friends and entered into the "Battle of the Books".  You made sure you knew your book backwards and forwards before the competition began.  Even though your team didn't win, you had a good time participating and are looking forward to competing again next year.

9.  You have one of the most creative minds around.  Your room always looks like a bomb made of Lego's went off, because you are constantly creating or building something new.  The other week you made a zip line for your lego guys from the top of your bunkbed to the floor, and while I almost strangled myself on it, I was still impressed by your building ability.

8. We let you watch the movie, "Sully" with us, and it has become your new "Titanic".  Now you are interested in everything that happened in the Miracle of the Hudson.  You made sure we watched all of the behind the scenes features after we were done with the movie and you are still talking about the movie.

7.  You love dogs and have joined me in the push to add a 2nd dog to our family.  Last weekend you realized that Buster wouldn't live forever and it sent you into tears.  You told me you would go with me to watch, "A Dog's Purpose" so we could do the "ugly cry" together.

6.  This past fall, you learned how to mountain bike and joined me at the bike park doing the different hills.  You didn't let falling off your bike deter you from the park and I look forward to going back there this summer.

5.  You joined your cousin, Liam, and did "Man vs Wild" at camp this past summer, which involved you spending the week living up at your cousins.  While you got a little homesick from time to time you had a great time with your cousins and being out in nature.  Now one of your favorite things to do is to see what new video Coyote Peterson uploads on Tuesday, so we can discuss it.

4.  You are finally going to join the swim team.  After being recruited to join the swim team since you were 7 years old, there may finally be time in our schedule for you to be able to join the swim team.  You have been working so incredibly hard building up your endurance and perfecting your turns, because you love being in the water.

3.  You love to sing, even though you have your momma's singing ability.  Sorry, kiddo, we were not made to be singers, but you keep belting out those songs in the shower or in your room or wherever you are, we LOVE it!

2. You love your family members with all your heart.  You love to see your cousins, aunts,  uncles and grandparents whenever you can.  You love to cook and play video games with your dad, read books and play games with your sister, and create and play your guitar with me.

1. You love Jesus with your whole heart.  God gave you a compassionate heart and you have the desire to want to help everyone who is hurting.  We love that about you.

Happy 10th birthday, Noah James!  We love you so very much!

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Confessions From a Brain Injured Introvert..

March is Traumatic Brain Injury Awareness month,  I experienced my brain injury in October of 2002, so this year it will be 15 years since it happened.  People have told me that they can't really tell now that I have had one, and I attribute that to what I have learned since it happened.  So, what have I learned in the past 15 years?

First of all, what a traumatic brain injury is. A traumatic brain injury is usually an event similar to other injuries, but that is where the similarity ends.  One moment the person is normal and the net moment life has changed, sometimes dramatically.  In most other ways, a traumatic brain injury is very different.  Our brain defines who we are, and a brain injury can affect all aspects of our lives, including personality.  A brain injury is different from a broken bone or a punctured lung.  An injury like that limits the use of a specific part of your body, but your personality and mental abilities aren't changed.  Brain injuries do not heal like other injuries and no two brain injuries are alike.  One of the results of a brain injury is that the person often does not realize that a brain injury has occurred.  That was me, I knew I hit my head badly but until Ryan pointed out that I was repeating my words and slurring my speech, I didn't think anything was wrong with me.

I was already an introvert before my brain injury, but afterwards, I became even more introverted. Sometimes people think that I am being anti-social or a snob because I don't want to go to their gathering/party, but that is not it at all.  It all has to do with the brain injury.  They call it the "Meijers Effect", and it has to do with the brain becoming overloaded and not being able to process all the information that is being thrown at you.  When my brain gets overloaded, I can't concentrate or focus on what I am trying to do.  I need to get out of the situation and get into a quiet area where I can process information.  At the beginning, I couldn't even go into our "married couples" Sunday school class until the class had started, because all of the conversations going on around me would make my brain shut down.  The same happened with going into the sanctuary at church.  I would have to wait until everyone was seated and church had started before going in to sit down.  Today, if I'm having a bad brain day or had very little sleep, I still have to slide into church at the last minute and sit down.  This is also another reason why I try to avoid large groups of people, I can't focus on the conversation that I am currently having if there are other groups of people having conversations around me. If I wind up in that situation, it exhausts me because I'm so focused on what the person is talking about that my brain shuts down when it is over.  I would love to be in a group of people and not get overwhelmed, and it's easier for that to happen in the summertime, when I haven't been teaching all day.

I have been asked why I can teach but I can't do large groups.  I will be honest with you, it is a totally different situation.  When I am up in front of the classroom, my students are listening to me, taking notes and asking questions when called upon.  It isn't one big free-for-all.  However, lab days wear me out.  Students are moving at various paces through the lab and I am bombarded with questions left and right.  On those days, by the end of the day I want to change my name and by the time I go home I am mentally exhausted.  It is even worse if it is a brand new lab that I have never done before.  When that comes up, I always make sure I do the lab on my own so I can try to anticipate any questions that might come up during the lab and get them out of the way when students are sitting in their desks prior to going back into the lab (I am not always successful at that).

Something that I still struggle with is being easily distracted when I am working/grading.  I usually need to be alone or if I am in a group of people I will have to put on headphones and music (some people think that I am a snob, but what I am trying to do is stay focused).   I can waste time with the best of them if given the opportunity, but most of the time I choose to focus.  

I also have no filter anymore.  The phrase, "think before you speak," carries a lot more meaning for me now, especially when I am tired or if I am angry.  At the beginning, I used to just blurt anything that came into my head and I hurt people because of it.  15 years later, I have more control.  I still am a "blurter" but I have learned to slow down my tongue and think before I speak (Ryan may say differently, however).

I have learned to compensate for having a damaged short term memory.  If I have to remember something, an appointment or meeting, it goes into my phone (it used to be my color-coded calendar before I had a smart phone) with a reminder that will pop up when it's time.  A few days before my brain injury, I had been in a good friends wedding.  I have no memory of that and it is really weird for me to look at pictures of me at the wedding and have no memories.  I also have no real memories of the 2 weeks after my brain injury, and if I do have any they are fuzzy.

All in all it has been a learning experience for Ryan and I, and our relationship has grown stronger as a result.  Honestly, I wouldn't be where I am today if it wasn't for the support of my family and close friends (you guys know who you are).  The brain injury may have changed me, but I didn't let it define who I am.  Something I would like you to remember if you have made it all the way through this blog, is that a brain injury isn't a visible injury and a person may appear fine on the outside but on the inside they are not.  They still need your love and compassion.

Monday, December 19, 2016

Happy 40th Birthday, Ryan...

Today my amazing husband turns the big 4-0. Originally, I had planned to post the top 40 reasons why I love him, but then I was like "no one will read all of those", so I narrowed it down to the top 5.

5) He sets a wonderful example of how a Godly man should be for both of our children. Every night at bedtime he prays with and for them.

4) He works hard. The man rarely stops moving, except when he is asleep. He is the example of how hard work does pay off.

3) He puts up with my craziness and still loves me. There are days when he comes home and I am on the ragged edge. Instead of getting irritated with me, he lets me unleash my crazy and then apologize without holding it against me.

2) He has a great sense of humor. He says he's a fall baby because winter doesn't start until December 21. He isn't afraid to laugh at himself or be silly with kids.

1) He makes sure we are always taken care of. He does all of the maintenance on our house and cars and is teaching it to the kids so that they can learn too.

Happy 40th Birthday, Ryan, we love you!

Sunday, December 18, 2016

Escape Room...

This year Ryan turns 40 (actually tomorrow).  He didn't want a party or anything special, but 40 is a pretty big deal and I wanted to do something special for him. We had watched an episode of the Big Bang Theory where they do an escape room and solve it in 15 minutes. Ryan had mentioned that it looked fun, and I actually remembered it!

In August I started looking up the various types of escape rooms, locations, themes, etc. Originally, I had wanted to do a zombie one but I could only find one in Chicago and in December, who really wants to drive downtown?

At the end of November I found one that seemed do-able, it was in Schaumburg called : Outbreak- Find the Cure. I waited and eventually a Groupon and Living Social deal came around and I booked the room.

Yesterday we did the room. What a fun time! It got a little stressful at the very end when there was 7 minutes left a d we had 2 clues to solve, but we did it and escaped with 4 minutes to spare.  I want to thank Tracy and Eric Takeda, Steve and Jill Capito, and Cari Lombardi for braving the weather and meeting up with us. Thank you to Jaime and Bill Patrick for joining us wandering us use their house afterwards for pizza and cake. And thanks to my mom for watching all 5 grandchildren so we could "adult".  Ryan enjoyed it a lot and I think we all had a fun time.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Good News and Not So Good News...

We have been busy since Thanksgiving.  I feel like all I do is drive from this appointment or therapy or lesson to that one.  On the positive side, Juli was dismissed from Physical Therapy for her knee last week; all she needs to do is continue her exercises at home.  Yay!  Monday's are now free for the moment!   We went to see her orthopedic doctor this past Monday night, and he said she can now fully participate in PE.  Another reason to celebrate!  He even gave her the cautious okay to sign up for Irish Dance lessons (after he said an emphatic no to gymnastics and karate), with the "if you dislocate you can't do it anymore" speech.  In swim, Noah was moved to the highest level and they want him on the swim team (yikes!).  Juli stayed at the same level, but she conquered her fear of jumping in to the deep end this swim session.

Onto the not so great news.  This afternoon I sat in on Juli's IEP meeting.  She is making some great strides in areas.  She smashed several of her speech goals (that's my girl!).  Her personality continues to dominate and she is quite the social butterfly (I honestly don't know where she gets that, as her dad and I are huge introverts).  However, she is still behind with her reading and math.  She is slowly making gains with both, which is a good thing because we worked our asses off on it this past summer.  Our fear is that she will regress over the summer, so Juli will be doing the extended school year this summer.  I haven't told her yet, she already hates school so much right now, so I will wait until it gets a bit closer.  I know that this is something we have to do to make sure she gets caught up to her peers, but it breaks my heart that we have to do it.