Surviving COVID when you have Down syndrome and other updates

 Hey, everyone!  It's been  long time since I've written and I realized that not writing my blog means that I'm forgetting important details about Jacob's life.  So, I'm back.  Did you miss us? 

The last couple of years has been crazy busy for a number of reasons.  Obviously, COVID has played a factor. Who hasn't been affected by COVID, right?  

For Jacob, it meant pulling him out of school completely.  He has already been sick for several weeks prior to the schools shutting down in March (I'm pretty sure it was COVID--all of us had it, and I'd nearly gone to the hospital because I couldn't breath.  BUT we all survived.  I've never been the same, but I digress.)

With the mask mandates, and Jacob's underlying conditions (heart patient, overweight, sleep apnea, all the good stuff) we didn't want to risk him getting is (again?). And there was NO WAY we could get him to keep a mask on. So...No school. 

It was a hard transition. He loved seeing his friends and his teachers, but the mandates were not designed with children like Jake in mind. Now, nearly two years later, and we're still out of school.  Jake is 100% ABA, which takes up 6 hours/day--or the equivalent of a school day. 

Two years ago, he was basically mute.  He could say one or two words, but most of his communication was sign.  On Sunday, he said a four-word sentence without prompting.  We're seeing progress!

Since we've been gone, Jacob's big sister had a baby!  So now, Jake is an uncle!  And BOY does he love that child!  He would follow him around and play with him all day long if he could!  He's the ultimate doting uncle.  And Baby Ben adores his uncle!

Also, you know that story about Jake I wanted to publish?  I did. 

 

Sort of.  

It's part of an anthology.  And it's a short story--about 5,000 words.  It's the beginning of what my nonfiction will be when I get it published.  Yes, I still plan on publishing it. it's just taking longer than I wanted.  Life happens that way, you know?

If you'd like to read the story, It's part of the ANWA Anthology. All proceeds go to their scholarship program.  

Read this book NOW.  It's FREE on Kindle Unlimited!

I will be back.  MUCH sooner than last time. I promise.  As COVID rages on, and I continue to deal with the ramifications of how that affects Jake and others like him, I feel compelled to speak up and let other understand that he shouldn't be pushed to the back of the line or ignored. 

But more than that, I want to document all the amazingly wonderful things that are Jacob.  Down syndrome is only a sliver of who he is.  And I'd love to share it with you. 

Until next time...

Susan

Dear Parents of Children with Down Syndrome...

I've always known I'd write a book about Jacob. 

I knew it the moment he was diagnosed with his disability.

I knew it before I knew I'd become a writer.

His story needed to be told.

This year is the year I will put this knowledge to action.  And, in true Allred fashion, I'm going overboard. 

I'm writing not one book (as blogged about before), but two. And I'm outlining a third book. This is in addition to the four nonfiction books about growing up in a family of ten that I'm re-releasing on Amazon, the six-book YA thriller series I'm self-publishing, 2 anthologies I'm participating in, and a YA urban fantasy I hope to pitch to a traditional publisher in June.

Am I insane?

Probably. Yes.

I've been putting off my "Jacob" books for years, telling myself I'd find time later.  But in light of all the abortions based off a Trisomy 21 diagnosis, and some countries even trying to eradicate Down syndrome completely, I can't put it off any longer. These books must be written NOW.

With that being said, I'm putting a call out to any and all parents of children who have Down syndrome.  I'd also like a select few people who don't have kiddos with Down syndrome but are closely affiliated with them - Special Education teachers, brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, doctors and nurses, therapists, etc.  I'm looking for letters.

Why?

Because when Jacob was diagnosed, I was inundated with condolences. "I'm so sorry." "I don't know what to say." "What are you going to do?" Sometimes silence and shock.

Where were the congratulations and squeals of excitement I got with my other three children?

I aim to fix that with this book. This will not be a book filled with, "I was horrified and then I learned to love my baby."

This book will be, "Congratulations on having a new baby!  Your life is about to embark on a new adventure. And it will be amazing!"

 Am I going to candy-coat everything? Nope. But my emphasis will be on looking at the good rather than obsessing over the possibility of bad.  Embracing the similarities rather than freaking out about the differences.

If you're interested in being a part of this letter, I want to hear from you!!!

So I've Started a Thing...

A few weeks ago, I went to a writer's conference.  It's the third or fourth time I've been there, and this year I was on the conference committee, so I knew what to expect.  Plus, I went with two sisters, so we were excited

A few days prior to the conference, one sister mentioned she'd signed up for a pitch session (to pitch a book she was working on to a publisher or editor), but her book wasn't ready. She'd already paid the money to pitch, and would I like to pitch in her place.

"Uhhh. Sure." I said as my mind raced about a million miles a second.  The person she planned to pitch wasn't in my usual genre (contemporary and speculative YA). This person preferred non-fiction, religious, and sweet romances. 

But I did have a non-fiction story I'd considered writing for the past seven years.  I even had a name picked out and a writing partner who would co-author with me. I'd already gone so far as to submit my first 500 words to a Beginning of Book Contest at the conference. Just for kicks.

Where most novels need to be written and polished before you pitch the book, non-fictions usually require the first three chapters and a proposal.  If someone wished to publish, then you'd write the book to the publisher's specifications.

Could I pitch a theoretical book I hadn't completed, or even written a proposal for? Sure. What could possibly go wrong?

I should have asked: What can go write? (pun intended). 

I sat down for my pitch surprisingly calm for a person who had no idea what she was going to say. My pitch went something similar to this:

From the day I found out my unborn child was going to have Down syndrome, nearly every person who found out apologized and gave me condolences.  My doctor was required to tell me about abortion options. My mother was speechless.  Everyone treated me as if having a child with Down syndrome was some horrible tragedy.

However, I knew having someone with Ds was the gold standard in disabilities.  I knew he'd enrich our lives, and bring joy to our home.  He would be a blessing.  My doctor gave me books, and I bought books.  All of them were the same.  Nearly every story talked of how the parents were shocked and devastated, but then learned to love their child.  I threw the second book I read against a wall and refused to finish it.  It listed all the things that could go wrong with my baby, and nothing that could go right.  Nobody bothered to point out that every child--whether typically developing or having Down syndrome--has a spectrum of abilities.  Every child has risks. 

Now, other countries actively work to completely eradicate Down syndrome from their society through abortion and other means, as if it's some disease or curse.  Drug companies hope to "cure" us of Down syndrome. 

If everyone treats Down syndrome as a trial, a challenge, or an "issue" to be dealt with, of COURSE the general public will treat it with trepidation and fear.  But Down syndrome is none of these. 

Any and all growth requires being uncomfortable - physically, socially, or emotionally.  When you work out, don't your muscles hurt? When you go to school, don't you have to study? When you strive to better your craft, don't you have to learn, fail, and learn some more?

My story will be my declaration that having a child with Down syndrome is not a bad thing. It is something to be celebrated and excited for.  I don't want anyone to offer condolences for having my child.  There is nothing to fear. Nothing to apologize for.  And so so much to be excited about.

I want to write a new book that defines Down syndrome. And that book will be named, "Take your Condolences and Shove it." It will celebrate Down syndrome and all the good having a child with Down syndrome brings to lives, families, and communities.

Needless to say, she wants to see it. All of it.  Not the typical three chapters usually requested.  She wants me to write the whole book and then submit it to her. She doesn't care how long it takes. She will wait.

So, as I write my book, I'll be blogging more often, keeping you updated on where things go with the book.  And I hope to introduce you to my two co-authors (Wahoo! Three moms with three perspectives on raising children with Trisomy 21!).

If you have ideas on things I can include, or comments you'd like to be included in my book, please post them below! I'd love to have more than just three voices telling this story. 

Until next time...

Susan

Will He Ever Sleep Through the Night?

Today I am utterly exhausted.

I know, part of that is my fault. I stay up until midnight at the very least, often until one thirty in the morning, writing.  My personal time doesn't begin until after nine in the evening, and I use it to recharge in a variety of ways.

But I also stay up late because I know Jake will be up at least twice before midnight, and I don't like the idea of him roaming the house without anyone supervising him. 

We have a system right now.  I'll stay at my computer writing and he will get up at ten and midnight to get a drink, then I will put him back in his bed.  It doesn't matter if there's water in a cup (or twelve cups) right next to his bed within arm's reach.  He still gets up and searches for me.  I've tried ignoring him and letting him sleep on the couch, instructing him from my chair, tucking him in and singing a song, and getting angry.  None of it will keep him from getting out of bed. Sigh.

Recently, he's also taking a pit-stop in the bathroom, which is exciting for us who have been potty training him for like FOUR YEARS now.  He's becoming aware that he needs to pee in the middle of the night.  Baby steps.

Once I go to bed, I cross my fingers and hope he doesn't get up.  Locking him in his room is frowned upon. And I have a lock on our front door that is similar to the hotel locks at the top.  It's kept him inside thus far.

Usually, he'll come crawl into bed with me sometime between two and four in the morning, and I spend the rest of the night with his face pressed next to mine, and him breathing on my face.  Drives me crazy.  And I sleep horribly.  Most days I'm a walking zombie and I try to squeeze in an hour's sleep toward mid-day. 

But he's seven and a half now.  I'm getting tired of him sleeping in my bed (and so is my husband!). We've tried weighted blankets, different pajamas - and no pajamas.  Making his room cold, music, white noise, fans, and other things. 

Now, we've completed our third sleep study and are meeting with the neurologist to get him fitted for a c-pap machine for sleep apnea.  I have NO idea how I'm going to get him to sleep with the thing on, but I'm desperate!  I'm crossing my fingers and hoping it keeps him asleep.  Because I don't know how much longer I canzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Kindergarten? Already?? Where Has Time Gone?

How can it possibly be a year since my last post?  I know life has been crazy busy around here, but seriously?  I sit here scratching my head wondering where time has flitted off to and I'm ashamed.  So many wonderful stories I could of shared, but I haven't.  So, let me glaze over some of the highlights of the past 12 months. 

Speech:  Jacob is making progress.  Not as quickly as I'd like, of course, but there is progress.  He's beginning to say words like bunny, ball, bubbles, peaches, there is it, this, dad, juice, etc.  He is attempting to say prayers at night, and speech has progressed from learning sounds, to emphasizing words.  Do Jake and I have conversations? No.  But I can see marked improvements since last year, and I'm happy with them.

Physical Therapy:  Jacob has spent months in the pool with Craig, our physical therapist.  Not necessarily because Jake needs to learn how to swim (although he does), but because he is so incredibly strong, that the water is the only place that Jake doesn't feel comfortable. Craig needed Jake to learn to trust him and follow instructions before he could teach him anything. After several months in the pool, Jake has finally graduated to "dry land" and is now learning how to follow instructions rather than flopping on the ground and trying to overpower us.   Jake has calmed considerably in the last several months.  And, although he isn't perfect, I don't have to worry about him running into traffic any more either.  This summer was the first summer I didn't have to follow around behind him in the backyard for fear he'd try to climb the fence and run for the streets.  Thank goodness!  He is finally beginning to calm down and be a boy who follows instructions...about 30% of the time now. 

Our family has been on many adventures to places like the park, Yellowstone, go-carting, and other stuff.  

 We were sure Yellowstone would involve lots of running after Jake, or making him wear some sort of harness or leash, but he was perfectly happy holding someone's hands, or on our shoulders discovering with the rest of us.  It was in-cred-i-ble!!!

Is he perfect? Nope.  There are still days when he flops.  Okay, he flops just about every day.  But it's not all day, every day.  Now it's once or twice a day.

His personality is beginning to blossom too.  He loves to laugh, and play, and discover.  His  brain is always absorbing and learning; processing.  One of the most enlightening things I experienced as a mom was when I let him run free with the hose.  I never knew something so simple as a hose with running water would be so remarkable to Jake, but he played with it for hours.  Not just filling the kiddie tub, but spraying the dirt, and seeing the cause & effect of the water stream, and how changing the flow of water changed what happened to the dirt, or  how hard the water was when it left the hose.  He discovered how to make mud, made puddles in the grass and jumped, and how pouring water into the air conditioning fan made all the water fling back up into the air like rain droplets.

Bubbles were a big thing this year too.  He's mastered the wand, how to adjust this blows to make big bubbles and small bubbles. Catching them on the wand, etc. Bubbles are one of his favorite things to do. Oh, how I love to watch him learn and grow. And to be a little boy.

He LOVES his big brother, and spends as much time as he can with him.  They play a hunting video game and Jake helps him find the Moose, or Nate adds a hunting dog to the game that runs around on screen while they're walking and Jake loves to watch the dog and point at him.

I love watching Nathan signing to Jake during church, or wrestling with him on the living room floor, or even when he falls asleep next to him at bedtime.

These boys make my heart swell!  I am one lucky mama.

Jacob has changed so much over the last year.  Much too much to describe in one blog.  But I can tell you this much:  Kindergarten will be the year of CHANGE.