The gap widens…

When Audrey was a newborn, we over-used the phrase “she’s just a baby”. Because at that time, her needs were not very different to those of her peers. She felt different (floppier) and she had a cannula on her face for oxygen, but aside from that… It was still all naps, boob, nappies, bottle, cuddles…

Audrey was actually the first from the NCT crew to roll from her back to her front. At that point I thought she’d probably hit all the milestones within weeks of her baby friends. I was sure we had a baby with Down’s Syndrome that would out-perform any other.

Soon they were all rolling… And then Audrey was a bit behind on sitting up and holding her bottle/feeding herself. Then they were all crawling/bum-shuffling and she’s finally mastered sitting up, but even so, she wasn’t that far behind. But before you know it, they are all walking. They are all saying words; “Mama”, “Bye bye”, “Down”, “Dog”. Their hands are very purposeful… there is a marked difference.

Of course, all of the NCT mums are great. They play down their child’s achievements; “Oh he’s still not that steady on his feet..” or “He says ‘Mama’ for everything”, but bless them, their kiddies are doing what they should be doing and these are exciting milestones. I’m pleased for all of them that they have toddlers (bizarrely I have a toddler, but she doesn’t toddle). I’m (at times) genuinely relieved I don’t have to run after a walker yet. But of course there’s a little ‘pang’ there. I’d love for Audrey to be running around with her friends. I’d love for her to purposefully grab the drum and hit it with conviction (rather than some tentative taps here and there). But at the same time, I feel… Ok. I feel… like Audrey’s slow pace and our expectations mean that every little new thing she does is so exciting.

The gap has widened and that’s a bit scary, but in many respects, it’s not as hard as I thought it would be.

Today I watched Audrey cuddle a teddy, hand it to the speech and language therapist (who would then have a cuddle and pass it back), cuddle it again and so on. I just sat there thinking “she’s so clever!”. In fact, there isn’t a day goes by where I don’t think “she’s so clever”. She amazes me everyday.

I have taken her to a music class these past two weeks and sat there, filled with pride. She just loves music so much and she dances so creatively and enthusiastically. I basically sit there wanting everyone to look at my daughter, because she is the greatest dancer.

We also go to a weekly special needs group (where she cuddled the teddy) and Audrey works on development. She achieves something new every week. She always makes me proud. This week, she finally made a choice. They always offer the kiddies two toys and make them choose – Audrey would always either shake her head and refuse or just sit there blankly. Finally, this week she selected the maracas over the sparkly stick and then boy oh boy did she shake those maracas!!

I still kind of have to pinch myself about all this… that baby that popped out as a complete surprise… all those worries… all the negative thoughts… she makes me so happy and so proud. And every day I tell her how much I love her and how clever she is. Amazing.

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Love love love

I just wanted to write a post listing some things that Audrey does that I don’t want to forget… Perhaps I won’t forget, I’ll probably bore her with tales of her Hoover cuddles for years, but just in case…

I love…

Audrey’s eyes. The beautiful shape, the way they smile when she smiles, her eyelashes (that she inherited from me!).

The way she taps my should with her hand when I’m carrying her.

The way she reaches up with both arms to be picked up.

The way she dances… It’s a sight to behold! Rocking, head banging, hand wiggling… She is going to classes as soon as she can stand!

Kissing her forehead and soft hair.

When I ask her for a kiss and she cups my face with both her hands, so she can give me a full-on slobbery number.

Her sneezes. So tiny.

The way she picks up blueberries and eats them whilst maintaining eye contact with me the whole time.

The way she signs “finished” with a couple of turning fists.

Peekaboo with her own hands – it will never fail to make me proud that she figured out how to do that.

The way she claps, smiles and makes a positive “uhh” noise when she’s proud of herself (usually when we’ve praised her for drinking her water!).

The way her nose changes shape with a certain cheeky smile.

The way she giggles when she sees us putting on the sling/getting our coats on (because she knows she’s going out).

Her feet wriggling with excitement when food is coming.

The cuteness of her bottom lip before she cries.

Hoover cuddles! (Audrey is a little scared of the vacuum cleaner and clings to you like her life depends on it whilst it’s noisily on).

How she smiles and dances when I sing for her – even for the silliest made up songs.

The way she brushes her own hair, then holds the brush out to brush mine!

And many more… But that will do for now! X

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The power of love

From the age of 4 to 16, I lived next door to a family who had a son with Down’s Syndrome. I would say the overall feeling I remember when coming into contact with him (his name was Wayne), was: fear. To me, he was a giant man-baby, who had large, rough, dry, twisted hands that he would want you to touch. I did not want to spend time with Wayne. His mother, Betty, was (still is) a friendly lady with a cheerful voice and she was devoted to her family. She had two sons, (the younger was married with children), but Wayne remained at home, as intellectually he was possibly at the stage of a 2 or 3 year old and he was still in nappies (he was in his 20s/30s).

Sometimes my mum would send me next door to pay Betty some ‘catalogue money’ (she ordered things for us through her catalogues, god this was the 80s/90s, but sounds like the dark ages!). I distinctly remember that Wayne was more often than not, sat with large headphones on, listening to “his music”. As I grew older, I felt sadness for Betty. Her husband died at some point during our time there and so she was alone caring for Wayne.

My mum is a one for repeating stories, so I’ve heard 100s of times how when Wayne was born, the doctors left him on the side and told Betty he was like jelly, that he wasn’t worth her bothering with… she should call an institution to take him away… and how she held him and told them they were wrong, he was her baby and she was keeping him. She loved him instantly and unconditionally. I always thought it was amazing that she dealt with this ‘burden’ so well. I recall she had someone come for respite care – so she could go to bingo or just have time to herself and it just seemed like such a rough deal. Rough that as an old woman (old to me), she still had a ‘child’ to look after.

I also heard stories of how she had taken him out of a bad nursery because they had just dumped him in a corner and not worked on his development at all. Of how she had been advised to have a second child quickly so that Wayne would have a sibling to learn from. And how he had exceeded expectations on many fronts – because doctors had said he would never walk and also that he would die at a very young age. Wayne actually died a few years ago and he was in his 50s. I suppose it wasn’t that long after that Audrey was born. Betty was keen to meet her and I was really keen for her to, too. It’s funny how you become part of this club. Someone new joins the club and you’re so excited to welcome them, but you know from their perspective it’s not a club they wanted to join… But it won’t be long before they’ll be the ones excited to welcome a new member.

When Betty did meet Audrey, she kept saying how she was ‘high functioning’ and definitely more advanced than Wayne at that age etc. It was very sweet of her and of course I’m pleased to hear it, but I realise how it doesn’t matter. Of course I don’t want Audrey to be in nappies in her 50s and I want her to be able to hold a grown up conversation – in fact I have very high expectations for her… but…. I also know that no matter what, we will love her and be happy having her around. She is amazing and a joy to us. Just as Wayne was to Betty. I know she was happy to have had him. Her life was not the burdened one I imagined from the outside.

So the next time you see a mother or father dealing with their child with special needs, don’t feel sorry for them. Don’t think they are burdened. Just remember, there is love there and love is a very powerful thing. Huey Lewis knew it. I know it. Now you do too.

Blessed

When Audrey was a newborn, I read other parents’ accounts of having a child with Down Syndrome and, well, I thought in some cases they were lying. Or at least kidding themselves by piling on the positivity.

“Our child is a blessing” or “we wouldn’t change anything about our child” or “he/she is simply perfect”. I thought come on, you would change the Down Syndrome! And you know they’re not perfect!

But guess what? They were just further down the path than us and now I know what they know, I’m all over this positivity and “blessedness”!

But let me be clear, Audrey isn’t a blessing to us because she has DS, she just plain and simple is a blessing. She’s our daughter, we made her and ok, something “different” happened in the making and she got an extra chromosome, but that’s just part of Audrey.

When I look at her, I am overwhelmed by how much I love her and how perfect she is for us, for our family. I genuinely wouldn’t change her. Yes, I want to wipe out health issues, prejudices, difficulties… But if we took away the DS, she wouldn’t be the same baby and we love this baby, just the way she is. She’s perfect. And yes, I know that really there is no such thing as perfect… In fact, as I said, when I read other families call their child with DS “perfect”, I felt a twinge, an uncomfortable stab… Thinking, c’mon, how can you use the word perfect?!?

But I get it now. How can anyone? What is perfection? Does it even exist?

Audrey isn’t really perfect. She had terrible reflux and used to puke all over us. Sometimes she gives wonderful long kisses; covering us in snot. Sometimes she wakes up at 5am. She pulls my hair. She dribbles a lot. She has rough patches on her thumbs from over-sucking.

But she is amazing. She fits into our family and brings us so much happiness. We are deeply in love with her and wouldn’t change her for the world.

So there. Gushy positive Down’s Syndrome family believes they are blessed. Because they are.

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The elephant in the room

So here’s a question for you, do you tell people your baby/child has Down’s Syndrome (obviously you don’t if they don’t have DS!)?

It’s certainly not my opening line when meeting new people, but I do tend to casually throw it in there just to clear the air and acknowledge the obvious.

Even though Audrey looks less and less “downsie” (our choice of phrase, one used to be cute, not offensive) to me everyday, I do know that she has the characteristics and strangers will either clock this and know, or at least wonder.

We actually do sometimes start to think it’s not obvious, but then we look at other babies with DS and she is quite clearly in their crew. It’s funny because it means we often look on other babies with extra “ahhhs” because they look like our baby.

Our first experience of a stranger actually acknowledging Audrey’s DS before we’d said anything was a barmaid (early 20s?) in a pub we were celebrating my Nan’s 95th birthday in. She just said “Down’s Syndrome babies are extra cute aren’t they?” And to be honest I felt a little surprised for a second (only because I hadn’t heard anyone just come our and say it like that) but I just smiled, said yes and moved on. But it did feel strange. Oh so they can see it…!

Another time, we were at a friends’ BBQ where lots of families we didn’t know were milling about. A child of around 6 was playing near Audrey and asked me why her tongue was sticking out. I just said she was dribbly and teething and it was just something she does. But at the time I had a little moment where I realised I was so used to Audrey’s tongue sticking out, it hadn’t occurred to me that this might be ‘something different’ about her that others would notice.

One of many strange worries I had in the early days, was of someone recognising her DS and saying something very unpleasant. Perhaps asking me if she was ‘retarded’ or a ‘mong’, neither of which have cropped up at this early stage. As time went on, I did start to chastise myself (“What decade did you think we are living in?!?”), but actually had a mum of a 3 year old boy with DS confirm someone did once ask if he was a ‘mongoloid’. I was stunned, but she said it was a very old lady and she was actually very nice, she just used a dated word and meant no offence.

In our short 15 months in this world, we haven’t had a lot of negativity to deal with. In the early days, there were some people who struggled with what to say and made some comments that were… Awkward… But mostly well-meaning and not nasty. People just saying how ‘devastated’ we must be or how ‘awful’ the news was… Which, once you’ve moved on and embraced the baby you’ve been given, is not they way to describe the happy event of having a baby.

My uncle also had a classic line… When we were discussing sleep and night feeds (which every one is obsessed with when making baby small talk), I referred to our NCT group and said we were lucky as some of the babies were waking a lot more than Audrey… To which he said (somehow thinking I was taking about a group of babies with DS and that some of them were ‘worse'(?) than Audrey); “Oh yes, some of them can be very disabled, can’t they?”. Yeesh.

In fact that was probably the main crux of any early negativity – misunderstanding that 90% of the time I was entering into a discussion about babies in general, not specifically babies with DS. Telling my mum we had started baby sign; “But she’s not deaf, I know some of them can be, but you can tell she can hear”. Cue discussion about baby sign being useful for all babies.

Mostly I worry that it my own insecurities/defensiveness that makes me read innocent comments as negative. When people ask about the possibility of us having baby number 2, I always feel as though they are surprised when we say we do want more children or I feel the question is worded as “So do you think you’ll have any more children?” and the end of the sentence (that is unspoken) is “…after what you’ve been through with this one?”. Yes, I’m reading into this too much!

One of the strangest places to encounter negativity (which was really just someone being honest, but made me uncomfortable), surprisingly came from another DS mama. I was at our pre-school DS group when Audrey was probably only around 5 months old and I was keen to meet a lady who had chosen a nursery near us for her little boy with DS and I wanted to know what the nursery was like etc. She came to the group with her new baby boy (without DS) as her oldest was at nursery that day.

She told me I was lucky Audrey kept her tongue in her mouth (things have changed a bit since then!), because the tongue hanging out “did not look good”. And then she told me how they had the amniocentesis for their second child as they “definitely didn’t want another child with DS”. Hmmm, I think I said nothing at that point. I asked about the nursery and she said they picked it because they had lived on the same street… so that wasn’t the glowing reference for the place I was hoping for. I haven’t actually seen her since, but it was certainly interesting meeting someone who felt that having a child with DS meant they had to take screening that bit further to ensure they didn’t have another. Ted and I have said that if we are lucky enough to have another baby, it’s probably not worth bothering with the screening as what difference would it make? We wouldn’t abort and although a bit of warning might help us prepare, we had no warning with Audrey and that turned out fine! Ha, well, better than fine – awesome!

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Spread a message with more ups than downs..?

Hayley from Downs Side Up shared this article on Facebook;

http://america.aljazeera.com/opinions/2014/10/down-s-behind-thesmiles.html

It’s a piece by David M Perry and it’s about raising awareness of Down’s Syndrome through cute pictures and how that does little to dispel the “they’re such happy people” myth and also fails to help raise awareness of some of the real challenges people with DS face.

Ok, so I couldn’t stop thinking about this article because I am 100% a spreader of this “cuteness porn”, but I have no desire to spread a message of sunshine, lollipops and rainbows… In fact my mother actually bought a t-shirt for Audrey when she was first born that said “Smile and be happy” on it and I absolutely lost the plot (hormones!) and made her take it back. I couldn’t think of anything worse for any child to wear (mega cheesy), but even more against it for Audrey – she’s not a poster girl for a constant cheerful disposition!

The thing is, what I think new-mums are looking for, and what I know I was/am looking for, is “inspiration porn”. All I wanted to see (and mostly still do) is that children with DS functioned happily in ‘normal’ families. Actually, no, better than that; I want to see glamorous families! Trendy families! Rock n roll!

I appreciate that it is important to spread a message to the world that people with DS are complex and emotional, that they have sad days, bad times, struggles… but that’s not necessarily the best starting point for awareness.

The leaflet I was passed when Audrey was born had that piece about Holland in it (which was actually lovely) and a lot of overwhelming health issue stuff that I just didn’t want to think about. I still don’t.

Awareness needs to be spread to;

New mums and dads
Prospective mums and dads
Friends
Family
Neighbours
Parents of children your kid will go to school with
That person you pass on the street
Ok, basically everyone.

They need to know that someone with DS is loved by a family of ‘typical’ people and that they aren’t scary or ugly… That they aren’t an alien race of beings… They are human and they fit into families of all shapes and sizes and do ‘normal’ things. They need to feel comfortable around someone with DS and this should lead to better job opportunities, inclusion and understanding.

Personally I don’t think the cuteness factor takes away from the bigger issues… It can be used as a tool to lure people in to find out more, surely? Every mum I follow on Instagram will have lured me in with a cute baby video or picture, but that’s just one part of their story and soon I’m following them through operations, sleep studies, second babies, sleepless nights, developmental milestones… We all share in the frustrations and the achievements, the ups and the downs. I know I’m seeking this stuff out, but anyone could be struck by a cute image or video and end up finding out more.

Macy Makes My Day (check them out on Instagram), is about a little girl with DS and her family… I found this account after a friend told me about this amazing inspirational family and what a cool account it was (the friend had no connection to the DS community, but was following Macy’s story). After following Macy, I found the DS hashtags that led me to countless blogs and IG accounts, all of which have taught me a lot about Down’s Syndrome, the good stuff and the bad.

Phew. I feel a bit better now I’ve got that off my chest.

Please excuse me whilst I spread some more cuteness for #DSAM2014

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#DSAM2014

October is Down Syndrome Awareness Month. I love a good hashtag so… #DSAM2014.

Raising awareness, (as I believe I’ve already rambled on about), is important because it helps new families and anyone who might come in contact with someone who has Down’s Syndrome feel more comfortable.

I appreciate there are tons of blogs raising awareness and giving important information on DS, in fact, there are too many for me to read! Yet I know that outside of the DS bubble, they are likely to go unnoticed. I certainly never noticed DSAM pre-Audrey!

But when Audrey was just days old, I gorged on birth stories – reading those was such an amazing, cathartic, experience. It was also a little like poking a bruise – reliving those overwhelming, negative emotions. I guess it feels ok to have had crazy, negative thoughts if other people felt that way too… Especially if, look! they’ve made it out the other side and are so happy! There was so much positivity to cling to and help us through those confusing first days/weeks/months.

And even though we are only 15 months into our journey, I still feel like we’ve come a hell of a long way and also that I have a responsibility to give back… That I should be sharing our story just in case someone else finds it useful/a comfort/interesting. I also want to make sure that sharing out story seems ‘normal’ (whatever normal is), but you know, not too special-needsy. Much of what we experience with Audrey is just what everyone is experiencing with their little ones.

In fact, I got so motivated to spread DS awareness this week I did something I thought I’d never do…. I joined Mumsnet… dun dun dun!

I thought I could start a thread, offer up a Q&A for women who had either just had a baby with Down’s Syndrome unexpectedly or answer some questions for women with a prenatal diagnosis or ‘high risk’ screening. I was worried that rummaging on the dreaded Mumsnet might actually upset me – that there would be a lot of negativity and discussion around ‘high risk’ results and planned terminations. I only looked at one thread relating to the screening and someone sensible advised the expectant mother to look at, or comment in the special needs section of the site. Aha, so I had underestimated Mumsnet! They have a special needs section in the chat forums! I sort of felt like I wasn’t needed! More on mummy forums in another post… I have a need to rant about them, but now is not the time!

Down Syndrome Awareness Month has definitely helped me picture a better future for Audrey and helped me get through some tough early months… So now a year on from our first DSAM, I hope our story is helping some other new mama feel a bit better about it all.

And here she is… A very popular picture of Audrey (over 200 likes on IG) from Saturday…

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Music and lyrics

Audrey first heard music (outside of the womb) in the arms of her daddy whilst mummy took a shower. We were in the room on the baby unit, where we had to spend the night to see how we got on with Audrey. A sort of transitional home from home, with nurses checking her over and weighing her (oh that obsession with her weight! So glad it’s over). We would not be allowed home unless she gained weight!

I entered the bedroom to be greeted by The Supremes singing “Baby Love”, Ted cradling Audrey in tears. She was 3 weeks old and looked like a music fan already. It was a bit of a turning point as she was no longer on the ward and seemed more like “ours”, plus a reaction to music made her that more… normal. I know that might sound ridiculous, but when your head is full of “difficulties” and “special needs”, it makes you think things won’t ever be “normal” and you worry what sort of interaction you might get from your little one. Of course I know now that those worries were pointless, but every little moment like this one served to teach me that.

We have played Audrey a lot of music since then, everything from The Beastie Boys to Blur to opera. She likes a good beat and from around 13/14 months she started dancing (rocking back and forth whilst sitting), which is amazing.

Of course Audrey loves the irritating music from a tacky, bright, light-up toy too and is getting quite adept at bashing the right places to get the music going!

Thankfully she is just as happy to listen to music we like, especially when we sing along and dance around the room. In fact, I’ve had several of those funny lyric-realisation moments that have led to tears… You know when you’re a teenager and suddenly you understand what the love songs are about? (Imagine me, 90s teen, ‘Again’ by Janet Jackson on repeat…). Well you get to experience that revelation again after having a baby.

When Stevie Wonder (one of my favourites), sings “Isn’t she lovely, made from love” I get such a warm, positive feeling. “Made from love” just gets me every time. It sums up making Audrey.

I’m also a Justin Timberlake fan and although I’m aware ‘Mirrors’ is about his wife, there was a sudden point listening to the lyrics that really struck me and now it has become an Audrey song…

I’m lookin’ right at the other half of me,
The vacancy that sat in my heart,
Is a space that you now hold.
Show me how to fight for now,
And I’ll tell you, baby it was easy
Comin’ back here to you once I figured it out,
You were right here all along.

It reminds me of when we reminisced about Audrey’s scan picture (she was pouting or sticking out her tongue) and the fact that she was such an active, kicky baby. There we were, looking at her a few weeks old, little tongue sticking out, as she kicked her legs… And then we realised there was no need to mourn the baby we thought was there – it was Audrey all along!

Here’s that cheeky tongue:

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Upsetting news

I mentioned a few posts back that I was in touch with a woman who had prenatal screening that advised 99% that the foetus had Down’s Syndrome. I couldn’t offer her the perspective of someone who knew they were carrying a child with special needs, so I put her in touch with someone who could. Today we found out that she decided to terminate.

I am NOT saying she shouldn’t have terminated or that our input should have made her want to keep the baby, I’m just saddened that it’s so scary to have a child with special needs that there’s a way to opt out. I’m saddened that this is the norm. 92% of women who receive a prenatal diagnosis of DS, terminate and whilst I don’t know what it’s like to receive the news whilst pregnant, I do know what it’s like to feel like the diagnosis is the worst thing in the world and soon find out it’s not.

In this particular case, the woman in question met with several families, spoke to/emailed others… so she probably had more information than most before making the decision. I guess that’s really why I find the news so upsetting; even with support and positivity from the Down’s Syndrome community; she still felt she couldn’t keep the baby.

Whilst I know the decision wouldn’t have been taken lightly and I think she was very brave to contact DS families to help her and her partner make the choice, it still feels like we all failed to convince her it would be ok in the end.

This experience has made me more determined than ever to raise awareness and get people falling in love with Audrey. I hope our family can be a source of comfort, inspiration and hope for anyone wondering what life with a baby with DS is like.

Stuff and things 2

So we had a relatively quiet weekend. Ted and I are both hoarders, so we aimed to get junk out to charity shops and look at what we really “need”. Ted is also obsessed by bread baking at the moment, so a high level of bread was consumed.

On Friday I was excited to meet the latest baby with DS on the block at our monthly pre-school DS group (the one with the fab uncle who came to meet everyone at the T21 picnic). I’ve seen other mamas comment on this – that exciting feeling when someone joins your club, but you know they will be feeling very different about it… Really lovely to see gorgeous little Elena though and meet her mummy and daddy. She is a month old now and doing really well. We met again for coffee on Monday afternoon, Elena slept the whole time. Ahhh those days…

Monday dinner time Audrey gave me such a “lift” by doing the most simple yet amazing thing: she fed herself with a spoon!!! Aaaggghh! Not sure how to get the video on here… You can see it in our Instagram though (@vickywooandaudreyboo). I just love that something so small is a big step forward.

At nursery, the had a collage on the wall to celebrate the book ‘Guess How Much I Love You” and Audrey’s picture was there, showing her enjoying the book!

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In other excitement, Audrey has her first modelling job today! More info to follow, hoping her career takes off so she can buy us a house!!