A Journey With Wings

There has been so many things going on in Noah's life in the last month.   In early June, Noah's friends at 501st Mountain Garrison invited him to Comic Con.  We really had no idea how big and popular Comic Con truly was going to be, but were so excited to be asked to be included in the 3 day event.   Noah loved it.  It was the first time I think we have ever taken him anywhere where he was completely happy and content for an entire five hour stretch.  And with 61,000 people in attendance we were so surprised that Noah was capable of handling such an event. It was truly wonderful as all of our 501st friends made it so comfortable for Noah, they even gave us stormtroopers who had the built in speaker systems in their costumes to guide us through the busy crowds and making a way for Noah's wheelchair.    They also surprised us with meeting Peter Mayhew, (also known as Chewbacca in Star Wars).  He was the most loving and kind person you could ever imagine.  And he genuinely cared and loved Noah.  Truly a gift and and a dream come true both for Noah and his daddy.   Peter even donated to help Noah with his therapy costs from his foundation.   501st has always made us feel like we are such a part of the world, they include Noah like he's just like everyone else.  It is the most amazing feeling of love and inclusion you could ever imagine.    There are so many hugs and so much understanding.   They have filled our lives as a family with such joy.   They have become a huge part of our lives.  We have connected with so many people that will be forever friends in Noah's life. 

Noah Meeting Peter Mayhew

Noah & Daddy at Comic Con 2013

Noah & Family with Peter Mayhew at Comic Con 2013

We took a little break from Noah's once a week school efforts, but hope to resume soon. It's still really a touch and go kind of thing for Noah.  He is still fighting a tremendous sensory gag reflex about attending - even for small amounts of time which cause him to throw up time after time, and the only thing that stops it is when we leave.  I can't quite tell what the trigger is - if it's the excitement of other children, if they approach him too fast, or if he gets excited and doesn't know how to process things.  I just don't know.  I wish I did so I could help him through it.   His teachers and classmates are beyond understanding, and are filled with unlimited patience which makes it easier to come and go as we need for him.   We're all trying to help Noah the best we can with everything. 

This last weekend Noah's family from Texas and Boston came to town in order to spread his great-grandmother's ashes in Estes Park.   It was the first time Noah had met his cousins and he really loved being with them.  They were so loving, attentive to his needs and sweet.  He rather adored their attention.   It was a lovely thing to witness.  Noah did fairly well on the drive up and back. Sometimes Noah has a tendency not to travel well, but we were able to get him a new pediatric car seat which I think significantly made the difference in being able to travel with Noah a little easier.   It was a little tricky pushing Noah up the mountain side in his pediatric wheelchair stroller, thank goodness that they gave us all terrain tires on it, the bumps made Noah gag slightly and throw up a couple times, but over all he handled it well.  His daddy held his hand and helped him spread his great-grandmother's ashes.   His great-grandmother truly loved Noah very much and I'm blessed that he was a part of that moment.   We all took turns talking about our memories of Nana... and even though Noah couldn't verbally participate I'm sure he was thinking he remembered the time when she let go of his wheelchair and turned her back to admire a flower at the Butterfly Pavilion sending him down a little incline and he almost went into the small pond area... he thought it was funny.   It was a run-away wheelchair moment that sent me into a fast chase. This was the first time our family has spread ashes, and I must say emotionally it was easier than a funeral service.  There was so much peace about the experience.

Noah spreading his Great-Grandmother's Ashes

It has been a difficult month for me, as Noah turns 4 1/2 and I continue to do all that I can for him.  There are days of course where I feel I am not doing enough, struggling to provide for Noah all the chances for recovery, battling behind the scenes some difficult circumstances that most don't yet know about.  It's a constant struggle to continue to find ways to pay for all of Noah's out of pocket costs and needs which isn't getting any easier the older he gets.  But life is a journey with wings - we all have wings that need healing, even me, as I continue to grieve the loss of what should have been for Noah - even years later.   My heart is wounded, my soul forever struck.  They say there is purpose in the pain, and I am always searching for that purpose.  A greater reason behind all that we experience as a family with a severely disabled child.   I'm much like a flower trying to learn to bloom where I've been planted at the moment.  But as long as I have Noah I know that my roots will grow strong.  All I have to do is look at him and know that every decision I make I'm doing for him.  And I know that God will provide because I'm giving this everything I have.

Now that which was of the earth, lies here in these few ashes. These we now return to the earth, into the cradle of life, the womb of the world from which we were all brought forth. Life is a process in which we are all linked. We merge and reemerge. That which was earth returns to earth. That which was air returns to air. That which was water returns to water. That which was fire returns to fire. We cast these ashes that they may start life anew.  
In Loving Memory of Norma Jean Brannan (Nana).
 
Love,




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My Future is Bright

Last weekend Noah and his friend Jayden, hung out at the zoo together.   We first met Jayden when the boys were really little and they had therapy schedules at the same facility and time of day.  And over the years we keep crossing paths, which has always been nice and we finally coordinated a time to hang out together, just for fun.   Jayden has an awesome mom, and totally saved the day when we realized that there was miscommunication that left us without packing Noah lunch.  And without pureed meals we're pretty sunk.   Thankfully she had applesauce and saved the day.  As special needs parents, we have a tendency to pack for all kinds of situations, and it often takes us hours to plan exactly what we need.   We are generally prepared for all types of sudden weather changes, extra clothes, diapers, supplies, sunblock, food, drinks, cool packs and sprays, and in my case a service dog and all his gear in tow.    So we were extra thankful that Jayden's mom came with extra food to compensate for each my husband and I thinking the other one packed Noah's food.

Jayden & Noah

It was a really great relaxing day, the boys share the same love of the train at the zoo.  It was a lot of fun, and we can't wait to do more things with Jayden and his mom this summer.  The boys have a great time together.  Samson did really well too.  It was his first time to the zoo, and he did great.  There are of course certain areas of the zoo he is off limits in because he can disturb some of the animals there, but that was okay, we didn't mind skipping those at all.  We filmed his lesson four, and hope to hear that he passed soon so we can move onto lesson five. 

Samson & Noah

Lots of new things have been developing for Noah.  Which of course is taking a lot of time on my part to coordinate.  But it comes with the job of advocating for a child with special needs.  We are exploring custom seating evaluations and a power wheelchair for Noah.  Yes I typed that right - a power wheelchair for all those medical professionals who say it's not possible... Noah's going to just blow your minds and show you what he can do.  Nothing I hate more is when someone doesn't believe in Noah.  I don't believe in doctor's discouragements - but that would need it's own separate blog post.  I believe in Noah.  I see his spirit and what he's capable of... and I won't ever give up on him.  He can do this. 

We've also been trialing communication devices for Noah for a few months.  We've tried both the Dynavox and Tobii.  We were tremendously impressed with the Tobii system.  It has some incredible features and Noah is able to navigate it well, and is making choices.  I love that we only have to calibrate Noah's eyes once and the system will remember him each time, unlike the Dynavox where you have to calibrate it every time you use it.  It will also have the ability to transition to a proximity switch as we think Noah will likely have the potential to use his hands and arms with more accuracy with time.  I also love that they have something called a PCEYE which is a eye gaze device that hooks to any computer by way of USB port and any child can activate a computer using their eyes.  The technology is breathtaking.  And I'm thrilled that Noah's therapy school is considering obtaining one for children like Noah.  The new model that just came out is dreamy and I'm so excited.  It has a big sticker shock price tag of nearly $20,000, and now we await Medicaid approval.   But I love that Tobii has it's own attorneys on staff ready and waiting to fight if there is a denial... now that's a company I love.  One that will fight alongside you.   I have enjoyed their customer service representative that we have been working with, she is very knowledgeable and will train us for four hours when the device arrives.   It even has the capabilities of allowing Noah to change channels on our television, turn it on and off and even be mounted so that his eyes can be detected in the dark when he's sleeping and he can alert us if he needs us in the night.  Pretty awesome stuff. 

And we decided to do summer school with Noah one day a week this summer.  We weren't sure how it would go as in the past other children tended to overwhelm Noah and his attention and patience span isn't very long.  We made it a whole hour and fifteen minutes, and I love his classmates and teachers.  We are really blessed that Noah was granted a scholarship to be able to attend his therapy school, which integrates an equal amount of typical children and children with special needs.  So these children already have a great understanding of children with differences, so they don't see Noah as handicapped.   They are interested in him, they touch him, bring him toys, talk to him like he is just like them.  They have some questions about him and are naturally curious but seem to have this unconditional love and understanding that many adults never develop.  I will have to go with Noah each week, as he's too involved for anyone else to care for him. Which is okay, as I know Noah's limitations well, even this last week I knew during recess that Noah was done and had to go home before his meltdowns started.  Next week I hope that we'll be able to stay long enough to have lunch with his classmates... that's our goal.   I just love how it feels so comfortable there, everyone genuinely cares about Noah and including us. 

Keep standing, keep believing and keep hoping because God has a bright future in store for you!

Love,



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Mothering Noah

I toured the Christian book store today, in search of a precious grandparent gift for Mother's Day for Noah's grandmother.   The sales representative seemed to buzz me like a furious little bee, overly active, talking faster than I could digest and in a moment she stopped in her tracks looked at Noah and looked up at me with that look that I'm so familiar with.  It's a recipe of a hint of sadness, a dash of I'm sorry, with a sprinkle of admiration, and a teaspoon of gratitude, hope and faith.   She paused and waited as if longing for me to speak about what she was seeing, confirmation of knowing that something wasn't quite right with the child next to her in a stroller, with awkward movements and infectious laughter. 

I looked up at her holding a ceramic angel in the palm of my hand, and said "it's like parenting alongside God.  I don't do it alone."  My answer must have comforted her curiosity and she went about the store collecting merchandise she thought I might adore.   Her nervousness perhaps an apology for not being able to ask the questions that she had wanted to regarding Noah. 

I'm sure there are lots of people who stumble upon us while we're coming and going from therapy, a trip to the store, a simple haircut to stop and wonder what life must be like for a mother of a special needs child.  In some aspects it's very different than being a mother to a typical child, yet sometimes the experiences are much like all mothers enjoy.  My heart still beams with pride over every little accomplishment Noah does; bearing weight on his legs, improved head control, or being able to grasp my keys for the very first time.  I have hopes and dreams for his future, I hug and love on him just the same as any mother would do.  There are also some big differences from other mothers.  Our days consist of therapies and appointments, dealing with various agencies, therapists and doctors.  Chasing down opportunities that don't otherwise exist for him without advocating for his needs.  I puree his meals, make bottles, hold him, transfer him to chairs, car seats, the floor... thinking of creative ways to incorporate his limitations into a functioning world. 

The job requires little sleep as my eyes remain glued and fixated on every breath he takes on a digital video baby monitor, my ears constantly tuned in for any sounds of a struggle indicating Noah is stuck in a position and needs to be flipped over or a sign that he needs comforting and care.  I digest and evaluate every gag, sigh, laugh, and movement to make sure that it at all times is Noah's baseline and typical for him.  I've masted the art of diagnosing a potential ailment or illness without a verbal child to tell me what his problems may be.  I know his limitations, I know when he's sad by looking into his eyes, I know what each inflection of his laughter means.  I remain on high alert and guarded at all times, there is no relaxing when you are a parent of a child with special needs.  Other parents might be able to pacify their children with juice bottles and a snack, while I rush home quickly between appointments to hand feed a child who can't do it himself.   Other parents may be able to negotiate with their children to calm down with promises for a candy or a toy, where I lack the ability to do that and retreat for the comforts of home for Noah when he declares he's had enough and wants to leave where he is at.  It is a very purposeful way of parenting.  A well oiled machine, fueled with love, synchronized to the care of your child. 

But even on the most challenging of days, I am so grateful for Noah's life and that he is here with me.  My boys are amazing and I am blessed on Mother's Day to have everything that comes with it. 

No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother's love.  It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star.  ~Edwin Hubbell Chapin

Love,



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Medicaid Terminated... AGAIN!

I wonder just how many times I've blogged exactly about termination of benefits... it seems like its a habitual thing.   I used to think it was a mistake, but now it almost feels purposeful that it happens so often.  We're not the exception however, but rather the norm.  Loss of benefits for lack of reason happens frequently to many families.   And I'm sure they are just like me spending literally an entire day on the phone trying to get it straightened out, begging anyone who will listen to help you as you bounce around agencies, SSI to Medicaid to a agency called Maximus (who manages certain Medicaid cases for Medicaid), back to Medicaid, Back to Jefferson County Early Intervention Services, back to SSI again, all for everyone to tell you, they have zero clue and no one can help you.   It seems that everyone's explanation this time for why Noah was terminated was because I ignored a notice in the mail - which came looking much like insurance advertisement - lots of brochures and pamphlets, with a letter of course that I didn't bother to really read in my busy day saying that if I failed to respond that Noah would automatically be enrolled in something called Accountable Care Collaborative (ACC).  During the transition of automatically enrolling Noah, without my consent (since I failed to respond and tell them not to) kicked Noah off of Medicaid during transition.   Noah has actually been without insurance since the first of May, but I wasn't notified until his supplement service called to inform me they couldn't bill Medicaid because he had been terminated... surprise!  And of course the bonus was Noah had a doctor's appointment today as well... not the best timing. 

After a very long day advocating and really being more "firm" than is in my nature I am told Noah's Medicaid has been reinstated and will show active within 24-48 hours again.  I of course will still have to call to "dis-enroll him from Accountable Collaborative Care (ACC) when the system shows his Medicaid has truly been restored.  My mother always told me you gather more bees with honey.  But when you are dealing with government services no amount of honey in the world can sweeten them up to help you.  Sometimes you just have to flip the "Bitch Switch" to be heard.  Which really is terrible thing to have to tell special needs parents just starting out on the journey.  But it's true.  If you are too quiet, too nice, nothing gets done.  And I hate more than anything that as special needs parents many of gain this really unfavorable reputation for being truly difficult people when all we are trying to do is advocate for justice for our child. 

I had the opportunity to attend a Anat Baniel Special Needs Parent's workshop for Noah.  As many who follow Noah's journey know, we have been doing ABM/Feldenkrais therapy with Noah for sometime.   It's has been and continues to be a therapy that has proved to be very beneficial for him in his life.  And one that we feel is essential to helping him continue with his physical progress.  We originally had applied for Noah to do a demonstration with Anat during the workshop, but ultimately he wasn't chosen.  They used a child around the age of one.  Although she had a scary diagnosis at birth, appeared to be meeting all milestones and was beating all birth predictions.  I spoke to lots of parents who felt really uncomfortable with the fact they were using a typical developing child to demonstrate on.  While at the same time we were relieved for that family, I think we all were longing to see a child with some sort of physical disability or limitation.

The workshop was emotional on many levels, at times it was a room filled with some really wounded hearts over our special needs children, we all share the same pain and are walking the same road.  Anat has amazing insight, she is a truly gifted thinker and left me with many things that were valuable in helping Noah daily.  Anat is kind, sensitive, genuine and straight to the point.  So many of us are so desperate to "fix" our children that we forget the main goal is to "connect."  I would recommend to anyone who has the opportunity to attend one of her workshops to do so, it might just be the fuel you need to keep going.   Hopefully, one day Noah might have financial opportunity to be able to go to California to see Anat and her team. For now, we'll just try to keep doing what we're doing since we can't afford the big price tag that accompanies it.  

I took Noah out to the mall yesterday, for some one-on-one time and left his brother with his grandmother for a little bit. It was nice just to be with my big buddy and give him all my complete attention.  I bought him a new fishing hat for the summer since he's grown and some new swim shoes for warm water therapy.  I tried on some clothes, even knowing I couldn't afford to buy them, he laughed and giggled at me in the dressing room.  And I must say Macy's was amazingly awesome.  The only store we went in that actively made a point to ask me if they could help me or assist me or if I needed anything at all.  Most people everywhere look past Noah and I.   I've grown rather used to it in a way.   So it's always such a kind surprise to feel like the world sees you and cares about you.  Thank you Macy's for making me feel like a valued guest in your store, even with an apparent disabled child by my side!  I'll likely go back to that store, even if I don't need to purchase anything at all, just because they were so friendly to me.

"I have different hats; I'm a mother, I'm a woman, I'm a human being, I'm an artist and hopefully I'm an advocate.  All of those plates are things I spin all the time."  - Annie Lennox

Love,




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Text-To-Donate Day

Last week we went to Children's Hospital, Colorado for a car seat evaluation for Noah. We wanted to make sure that we knew what model was the right fit for Noah before we pursued finding funding for a specific product. Upon arriving we was surprised to learn that I was actually recruited as a guest speaker as a special needs parent to speak to various car seat products, what I liked, what I didn't, and some of the car seat challenges the special needs community faces. It was an Automotive Safety Program put on by Riley Hospital for Children, Indiana University School of Medicine. There were equipment makers, doctors and therapists present. We sat Noah in several models, some of which I had never heard of before, like the Roosevelt, who's maker was present and in the room.  I was very impressed that the Roosevelt has the potential to be customized to each child.  It's very rare when you find a product line that customizes.  Most offer one standard model, which isn't a great benefit to all children with special needs.  Each child will likely need various different features depending on their tone, head control, trunk control, recline needs, and sensory challenges. 

Ultimately due to Noah's size, weight and personal characteristics and needs we decided to try the Recaro Sport. We will be trialing it for about two weeks, and then deciding if we need to trial another or if this is the right car seat for Noah. I gained a lot of knowledge today about accessories, features and special needs car seat models. And received a lovely thank you card for my surprise appearance "Thank you so much for agreeing to participate in our class. You are truly an invaluable part to help others learn about safety transporting children with special needs. Staff at the National Riley Hospital, Indianapolis." Even though I was surprised about being a guest speaker and wasn't really prepared, I left feeling like somehow maybe my participation opened the door to some really positive learning about children with special needs and the products we need.  I feel more purpose in the special needs journey if I in someway feel like Noah's story is making a difference in the lives of others. 

Noah also got to try the Dynavox communication eye-gaze device this week. It's only a two week trial, which means he only gets to try it two times this week and next week before it goes back for a period of 45 minutes.  Which to me isn't enough time to really tell if a product is going to be the right match.  We also want to explore a trial with the Tobii Communication eye gaze and proximity switch, but his therapist reports that it will cost $400 monthly to trial each device.  There's simply no way, and I'm hoping to advocate a way around that.  And I have to know which device is the right match for Noah, as I only have one shot at asking Medicaid to fund it.  And who knows if they'd approve the request, or deny it based on the price.  I don't know. I suppose I'll cross that bridge when we get there.  Noah was able to track a ball using the Dynavox briefly, Monday.  So that's great, but I still think he's also capable of a proximity switch, he's gaining a bit more control over his arms. 

Circumstances for us have grown more difficult and we are struggling to pay for Noah's out-of-pocket therapy and equipment needs.   We applied for Wish Upon a Hero to attempt to locate help for Noah and they have given him a text-do-donate day.  April 24th, 2013 if you text "WISH" to 80077, you'll be donating $5 to Noah's Miracle.  I don't expect it to be a huge success, but we have to try.  Please consider donating $5 by way of text for Noah on April 24th (tomorrow).

Our friends at 501st Legion - Mountain Garrison also stepped in again to help Noah this year, after hearing about some of our current struggles.  We were invited to dinner, and met Deep Roy, the actor who played the Oompa-Loompa in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, he also played in many movies including The Neverending Story, the Star Wars series, The Corpse Bride, Big Fish, the Pink Panther and many more.  He was so kind, loving and full of great humor.  It was truly a privilege to meet him.  And it made for a wonderful evening.  It's been a difficult year, and the love we felt means so much to us.  

Noah & Deep Roy

We took Samson, Noah's service dog in training (SDIT),  to Starfest to meet his 501st friends, and he did great.  There were a lot of people in costume loaded with distractions and he did great.  Samson was such the star that he even had his picture taken with the Gi-Joe Team!  He's on lesson three and we hope to move onto lesson four soon, he's learned so much and has a total of 10 lessons before he leaves home for extensive skill training and certification/licensing. 

Samson & The GI-Joe Team

Thank you all for your continued prayers for Noah.
Great Acts of Love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness.

Love,



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The Littlest Team Member

Today is National Sibling Day.  In the land of special needs sometimes people forget the entire family... mostly that special needs journey impacts us all right down to our littlest member Luke.  Luke turns two tomorrow.   A very fast two years filled with more challenges than our family should ever had to face.  Luke has become my sidekick in care, Noah's best friend and playmate, and without complaint learned more patience than any other two year old I know.   He willingly places his needs secondary, knowing just by watching that Noah has needs that require extra time and care. 

He is both accommodating and kind, side-stepping and playing with a brother that lays on the ground and cannot sit up, allows Noah each day to pick the DVD's of his choice even if it wouldn't be Luke's first pick, forfeits going outside to swing in the sun because he knows I only have two hands, not four...

Yet he doesn't harbor resentment or jealousy.  His tender innocence, unconditional love, and his caring ways shine like the same beacon of light that his brother shines with.  Hope.  Faith.  Love.

Outsiders looking in might say that it's an unfair design.  I suppose you could say that what has happened to us is unfair to the entire family, but most of all Noah.   But we willingly do all that we can as a family, even Luke, to do the best we can with our circumstances.  It's not easy on any of us.   We just are doing all we can for each other. 

The bond between Noah and Luke if you watch is a beautiful thing.  It knows no limits, no boundaries.  Just pure love.  The purest love you could ever know.   I have no doubt that Luke will do the best he can to include Noah in all things in life.   And Luke I know someday you'll be all grown going from age two to twenty-two in a blink of an eye.  And someday you might read this, and know how very proud I am of you.  You are such an amazing child and you are so loved and treasured.   You're a great little brother and Noah couldn't have asked for God to send anyone better to help him on his journey. 


Love,



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I See You

I see you in the middle of the day, tired. Your hair pulled back in a ponytail and a stain on your shirt. You sacrifice so much for your child. You are beautiful.

I see you at the ballpark, cheering and encouraging the kids playing in the Little League. Yet, I know while you cheer your heart aches, wishing that your son could play ball too, not in a special league, but here, running and moving his body like those kids rather than spending his days in a wheelchair. You are courageous.

I see at the therapy office programming your child’s speech device, entering phrases and words to help her communicate with others. You lean over to your spouse with a grin and push a button, I hear the computer’s voice say, “I farted.” You are funny.

I see you at the support group. New parents are visiting with their baby, they seem scared, nervous, and they are trying to deal with the diagnosis. You approach them, ask questions, affirm their feelings, and assure them it won’t always be easy, but it will be good. You are compassionate.

I see you walking into the school for the third time this school year. A binder full of notes, lists, and goals. Your don’t feel your child’s team is following the IEP, and you won’t give up inclusion for your child. You will do whatever it takes to provide the services that your child needs. You are resilient.

I see you at the hospital, a place you are too familiar with. Tubes, machines, tests, and specialists. Your child’s feeding tube is the least of your concerns. You are brave.

I see you at the restaurant, with a menu in your hand. But the noise is too much for your child, the smells and unfamiliarity overwhelm him. Soon, he is yelling and screaming. While people stare, you exit the place and get into your car as quickly as you can. You are flexible.

I see you at church asking one of the new moms if you can bring her a meal on Tuesday afternoon. You have so much on your plate, but you also remember how hard the first few weeks are after a baby comes home. You are generous.

I see you at social gatherings where well meaning people ask ignorant questions about your child or her disability, they make hurtful comments, or fail to recognize that your child is a child first. You don’t get angry, you don’t yell. Instead, you smile, answer their questions politely, and you educate them in a gentle manner and thank them for their concerns. You are gracious.

I see you out there in the world, living a selfless life. You give so much, you feel so deeply, and you love so abundantly. You are admirable.

These qualities you display are precious gifts you give to your child and to those around you, they don’t go unnoticed…I see you.

By:  Ellen Stumbo

http://www.ellenstumbo.com/special-needs-parents-i-see-you/

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