Mother's Day Presents

Mother's Day was this past Sunday here in the U.K. I didn't actually get my gifts from Syrina until Tuesday, but that was because I'd had to keep her home the Friday before (she's not been doing too great lately - nothing serious, just kind of "blah").

I got this lovely potted plant and some chocolate cakes - those are LONG gone, of course!

If this plant is anything like the last one she gave me, it'll be around for a while. Two years ago, she gave me a potted hyacinth for Mother's Day. It was fine for a while, but then it seemed to die off. I stuck it in the back garden with the intent of cleaning out the pot to use for something else, but back in January I happened to look out the window while I was washing the dishes, and I saw green things coming out of the pot. The shoots are now about 8 inches high, and there are lovely pink flowers coming out of it as well!!!! I thought the darned thing was dead!

I don't think Syrina's paint job on this pot is going to last very long, though. I've already had a bunch of paint come off on my fingers when I was trying to water it. It's just water-based paint, the kind the kids always use at school, so I'm not surprised. But that's one of the reasons I wanted to get a picture of it. At least this way I can remember what it originally looked like, even if it's not going to last very long.

Little Miss Insistent

Syrina's at respite care this week. I had to make an extra trip over there today to drop off more of her medicine (her refill came in late).

The goofball came out of her room (she has her own room there) and ran STRAIGHT into the dining room. When she saw there wasn't any food on the table, she came back out, grabbed me by the arm, and dragged me in there. She pulled me to the serving hatch (it had shutters across it, keeping it closed), and put her hand on the shutter, trying to push it open. When I wouldn't open the hatch for her, she went into a huff and stalked off. As I was speaking with the staff, she tried several times to sneak her way into the kitchen.

Talk about insistent! *lol*

I think the fact that the smell of food was very pungent in the house probably had something to do with it, though. This kid will wake up in the middle of the night if she smells food!

I just thought it was funny. Even in a place where I'm not usually at, I was the first person she came to to try and get what she wanted.

But both the staff and I noticed that where once upon a time she would cry if she didn't get what she wanted, this time she took it quite calmly. No, she wasn't happy about it, and she made it plain as day that she wasn't happy about it, but she didn't even come close to crying.

That's one of the things I've noticed about Syrina. The older she gets, the calmer she gets. She still lets everybody know if she's hungry or thirsty and she's not getting what she wants immediately. But she doesn't get all worked up about it and start crying. Of course, the fact that she's learned alternative ways of letting us know that she's hungry or thirsty helps a LOT. Crying used to be her ONLY source of communication for things like that. But slowly she's learned alternative coping mechanisms, and it's helped all of us. She doesn't have to get all worked up about things, and we actually KNOW what she wants for once. Even if we can't get it to her right away, we know what she wants.

It makes me really proud of her to see her like that and know how far she's come in such a short time. It might seem like a long time to most people, but the years have flown by, and the fact that she's learning anything at all just amazes me sometimes. I was told for years that most likely she'd always be like a 3 month old baby. I was repeatedly advised that she would never learn much more than she knew at 3 years old. And while a lot of that has proven to be true for the most part, I can see an awareness in her that she simply didn't have when she was younger. She knows the people around her, and actually pays attention to them. I can't even begin to count the number of times in the past few weeks when one of her sisters will be talking and she's paying close attention to what they're saying. She listens to me when I talk to her, and I even get a reaction from her when I ask a question. She'll even take direction sometimes. Just a couple of weeks ago, I was doing something in the kitchen and she brought her cup to me. I told her to put it on the counter and I would get her a drink as soon as I was finished doing what I was doing (I think it was laundry, but can't remember for sure). She actually did what she was told! It's little things like that, but they keep happening, so I know I'm not imagining things.

Don't get me wrong. I don't expect to wake up one day and find Syrina to be suddenly "normal." But the fact that she IS learning these things - even when they ARE little things - when I was told that she probably wouldn't ever learn anything... I just can't describe how it feels. I'm proud of her, I'm ecstatic that she's doing it, and it gives me hope for her future. I know she'll never be able to live on her own and will probably live with her father and I until we can't take care of her anymore. But to know that every day won't be a struggle of wills and filled with frustration is a huge weight taken off my shoulders. She might even be able to have something of a "life" when she's older. She has friends now - who's to say she won't have even better friends when she's older? Maybe one day she'll actually learn how to interact with other people. It might not happen until she's 20, but I don't care. What matters is that she DOES learn. I don't care that it took her almost 10 years to figure out how to tell us when she's hungry or thirsty or wants to go outside. All I care about is that she DID learn it.

She's not the only one that's learned things, though. I've learned a lot just being her mother. I've learned about unconditional love. Patience. Gratitude for the VERY small things. I thank God every day that I have her. Yes, sometimes I wish she was "normal" - but not for me. For herself. Because when I'm pushing her down the street and other kids her age look at her like she's some kind of leper, it makes me angry for HER. Not for myself. For her. If she were "normal," people wouldn't look at her like that. But I don't see what they see. I see my "baby." My little girl, who loves almost everybody and smiles almost all the time.

I just wish everybody could see her the way I see her.

I'm so excited! And I just can't hide it!

Come on, sing with me now... you know you want to! *lol*

Okay, seriously, folks... I've got some great, exciting news to tell ya!

I was talking to Tom, Syrina's social worker today. We were dealing with some other issues we've been having with Syrina's taxi driver and his helper. And he tells me that he spoke to the DLA people today.

Apparently they'd phoned him to clarify something regarding Syrina's respite care. And while they were speaking to him, they tell him that they're already typing up the award letter!!!

If they're already typing up the award letter, that means that probably sometime in the next week, we'll not only get IT, but we'll get the back-pay they award us as well!!!!

WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

It's about fucking time! We've been dealing with this for three and a half years. THREE AND A HALF YEARS!!!! The first time we applied was November of 2003. We were told that once Syrina was in this country for 6 months, we could get the DLA for her. It took them another year to deny us based on her nationality. A year after that, we spoke to Tom about re-applying. It took him a good 6 months to gather the papers together and find the files from her original application (his predecessor helped us with the original application and made copies of everything before we sent them off). That was back in like March? April? Something like that.

We still don't know exactly HOW MUCH we're going to be getting. What I posted before was just an educated guess. We have to wait for official confirmation before we know for SURE how much money we'll be getting. But at this point, anything is going to be a big help. For years, we've spend the end of every month so broke we can't even buy bread! (And bread is only £0.28 per loaf... that's how bad it is!) With the DLA on top of everything else, we know we'll at least be able to get through an entire month and not have to worry about going hungry.

Ya know what? That huge crane is right in front of me. I can see the driver messing with the controls to bring down the big hook. It's almost here!

DLA Physician Appointment

Well... it went pretty well, I think.

Syrina was quite cooperative for a change. She wasn't whiny or anything, but I think having been in her wheelchair helped. She's spent most of the day in that thing.

I was asked all kinds of questions. What does she do during the day? Does she have any bowel control? Can she feed herself? When was she diagnosed? What are her seizures like? So many questions I just can't remember them all. I pretty much had to explain Syrina in full detail - from birth to now.

She did something kind of odd - in a funny way - while we were there, though. There was a little examination room off the interview room, with a medical bed and all that stuff in there. She sat on the FOOTSTOOL attached to the bed! *lol* Of all the places to sit!

The doctor said that he'd have to write up his recommendation and send it off to the DLA review board, and we'd have to wait to hear from them. Which is pretty much what I expected. This whole process is very similar to what I had to go through with Social Security in the U.S.

So HOPEFULLY in a few weeks I'll have some very exciting news to post. Fingers crossed, knock on wood, all that stuff. :)

She looks so peaceful here, doesn't she?

Looks can be deceiving.

The evening was going well enough. She was in a good mood when she got home from school, although she was a bit impatient for dinner. She kept trying to come into the kitchen while I was cooking. Although in her defense, I have to admit that I was making dinner a bit later than usual. I was trying to have it ready when Daddy came home (6:15 p.m.).

She ate well enough (okay, maybe that's an understatement, but this IS Syrina we're talking about here!!!), and went into her room to "play."

I noticed she looked a bit tired about halfway through doing the after-dinner clean-up, so I stopped for a minute to change her and put her in some jammies.

She fell asleep, but woke up just as I was about to start vacuuming the living room (which happens to be right off her bedroom). She seemed fine at first - she was even grinning at me from her bed as I was plugging in the vacuum cleaner.

I only had the living room about 1/4 of the way done when I started hearing some strange noises. It sounded almost like the way she cries, but when I looked at her, she seemed to be just sitting on her bed looking at one of her blankets (she likes doing that; she likes the patterns). So I didn't think anything of it and kept vacuuming. Then I heard it again. Louder this time. So I went into her room.

It was her.

She was shaking like a leaf and making noises like she was crying. There were no tears, but the sound was the same. When I asked her what was wrong, she got up out of bed and started walking around. Every time I tried to ask her what was wrong, she'd walk away from me. She wouldn't even let me give her a hug (which she usually DOES do). It went on for about 10 minutes. She had this strange look on her face, as if she was terrified.

At one point, I realized that her teeth were chattering, so I put a cardigan on her (which you can see in the picture). After that, she seemed to calm down.

It's just that even with all her progress, things like this still happen. And I feel so utterly useless when they do. I was in tears, because there was something obviously wrong, but I didn't know what it was, and she couldn't tell me. It's times like this when I would gladly give up 10 years of my life just to know what was wrong so I could fix it.

I'm just grateful that these kinds of things don't happen all that often anymore. There was a time when she'd be like this at least once a day. But not anymore. THANK GOD!! But when they DO happen, I feel about as useful as a square basketball.

Attempts to Interact

I just saw the coolest thing!

I'm sitting here in the living room with my laptop on the coffee table, and the Terror Twins (Lexi & Chloe) were sitting on the floor next to me, playing with a couple of small balls.

Syrina walked up to them and stood in the middle of the two of them, watching what they were doing. She then bent down and tried to interact with the two of them, but they were only paying attention to each other, not her, and didn't realize what she was doing. After a few seconds I could see her change her mind and she walked into her bedroom.

That's the first time - EVER - that I've seen Syrina actually attempt to interact with the two of them, though! Even though it didn't quite work, I could see her trying to do it. And to be honest, she didn't wait very long for them to figure out what she was doing. If she'd tried a little harder, they might have "gotten it" and let her play with them.

But still... it's a start! If she's going to try once, who's to say she won't try again? And eventually, she might actually be able to get them to understand that she actually does want to play with them!

I just thought it was the coolest thing... and since I had the laptop open ANYWAY.... I thought I'd write a post about it!

:)

Birthday Party!!

I wrote this on Word last night... for some reason my computer wouldn't connect to the internet. I tried like 3 or 4 times, but it just wouldn't do it. *grumble, grumble*

We had the birthday party, as planned. But wouldn’t you know it… Syrina was too tired to be bothered with anything! I don’t know if she’s still not feeling well, if she’s having a hard time adjusting to her school schedule after having 2 days off, or if it’s just that she’s had a busy couple of days at school. Maybe it’s a combination. She DID have a busy couple of days, though… Thursday was her birthday party at school, and today (Friday), her friend Tommy had a birthday party. Tommy has Down’s Syndrome, and has been in her class since Sunningdale (as were most of the kids in her class right now). I think there might be a pic or two of him on her photobucket page.

I made an “experimental” cake. See, I’d bought a cheap-o store brand box of brownies just to try out – simply because it was less than half the price of the Betty Crocker ones (you have NO idea how excited I was the first time I saw Betty Crocker Brownie Mix!!! *lol*). They weren’t all that good… but on the side of the box was a recipe for a brownie cheesecake! That sounded SO yummy that I just HAD to try making it. And since Syrina’s and Blake’s birthdays were coming up, I figured it would be a perfect time to try it. It went over like a charm. Even Caitlin’s friend Natasha – who was here for the party – said that it was the “best cake [she] ever had!” *lol* And even as tired as Syrina was, she sat up long enough to have a piece of cake… and then went right back to sleep.

She was too tired to come and help blow out the candles, though. That’s why there’s a blurry (sorry ‘bout that) picture of her lying in bed. She couldn’t be bothered to get up. Caitlin even asked her “do you want to come blow out your candles?” Syrina shook her head “no” at her! *lol*

Vicci came back for the party. Chloe had a great time “doing” her hair. *lol* She mainly just brushed it and put little ponytails in it, but she sat here on the couch with her for a couple of hours just doing Vicci’s hair.

Grandma sent birthday cards for both Syrina and Blake, with $20 each in them. They arrived today – perfect!!! – so I took the money into town, exchanged it for ££s, and went shopping for them. Blake got some mountain climbing gear, and Syrina got a cute pair of boots.

I really wanted to get Syrina a nice warm pair of pj’s for her birthday. She has one pair – but ONLY one – and she really could use some more. The funny thing is, this kid has pj’s coming out the ying-yang, but only ONE pair of WARM pj’s. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find any in her size. Oh, I found warm pj’s alright… but only in the terror twins’ (Lexi & Chloe’s) sizes (and they happened to be on sale – 2 for £6, so I did get them for the TT). So I wandered around, trying to find something nice for her, and that’s when I saw this sweater. It’s “SO in fashion” right now, and I thought it would look absolutely adorable on her. Not to mention the color – brown – which means that even if she happens to drool food on herself, it’s not going to be all that noticeable – if at all. And it matches the boots perfectly! Now she just needs a nice pair of leggings and she’ll look like a fashion model!

Methinks I might put her in her new sweater and boots for her appointment on Tuesday. Why the heck not, right? :)