One Year

It has been one year today. One year since our weekend away turned into the biggest nightmare of my life. One year since Curtis went status epilepticus and my world turned upside down. 

May 11, 2014

I still think about that day, and the events leading up to the moment that I realized what was happening to Curtis, nearly every day. My older kids still talk about it, still ask questions--sometimes they will still cry when remembering the events that took place. It was traumatic for the three of us, and remembering everything is hard. It's awful. When I think about it, I often think not only about Curtis, but about how my big kids were separated from me for a large chunk of that day while I was in the hospital room with Curtis and how they must have been so scared. I think about their resiliency and bravery and strength...my god, their strength! But despite all the bad memories, in some strange way, I think it has also made us all closer. My older kids now feel more protective of Curtis. And in this past year, I feel like I have caught a lot more moments like this: 

    

So much has changed in our family in this past year. It has truly been a year of ups and downs (mostly downs, if I'm being honest). The events of that day formed a bond between the 4 of us that I think has really helped all of us get through a lot of "yucky stuff", for lack of a better term. I love that my kids have each other. I love how my big kids love their little brother. I hope they will always watch over him and take care of him. 

Of course, these days Curtis usually doesn't want anyone taking care of him. He is, after all, in kindergarten. The big transition went OK, overall. There were a few hiccups here and there in the beginning, but after a few months he was settled in nicely. He has always been more than happy to be at school. In fact, he never looked back. Unfortunately, the year as a whole hasn't been a huge success. Despite increasing services throughout the year to try to hit his goals, he didn't meet them. Fine motor skills remain a big issue. I had some issues with his school team that I am hoping to resolve, as well. Between all of that, outside therapy services, and me working more with him at home, I'm hoping that things will pick up and he'll be back on track ASAP. His seizure meds are staying steady for now, so that shouldn't be an issue (they were increased halfway through the kinder year and they can make him drowsy and irritable...not fun when you are trying to learn...or ever!)

kindergarten musical performance

As for the seizures--we just don't know when or if another one will happen. In December, we think he had another (much smaller) seizure and his meds were increased. Since then, we haven't noticed anything. Curtis did go in for a 24-hour EEG as a precaution to check for "silent seizures", but while the EEG wasn't normal (it won't ever be...his neurons will always fire abnormally, I've been told in the past), it didn't show any seizure activity which is really good news! I can't even comprehend him having little seizures throughout that day or while he was sleeping. I know it happens, and that terrifies me.

Otherwise, we're going day-by-day. Just like most people with their "average" kids. Some days are good days, some not so good. Curtis' behavior changed a lot after his seizure and even one year later I still feel like I'm having a hard time adjusting. He screams a lot. He gets mad and frustrated more easily. It's stressful, but he's my little lover and, just like I tell him every night before bed, my "most favorite little boy in the whole wide world". 

School Daze

I am happy to report that we are done with week 3 of kindergarten! Curtis is a happy camper. In turn, mama is also a happy camper.

Here are some photos from the first day of school--

(many are repeats if you follow us on Facebook or Instagram) 

 Curtis meeting his kindergarten teacher...

Testing out his new playground...

Below is a photo from his first ever "Circle Time" in his kindergarten class. The parents were allowed to stay in the back of the room while the teacher read a book to the kids. The story was "The Kissing Hand", and it was impossible to hear the teacher read it without getting tears in my eyes and a huge lump in my throat. In fact, I was cussing her out under my breath. I wasn't alone. Curtis is in class with a few kids whose moms are my dear friends. We looked at each other with frowny faces and red eyes. These are our babies--the youngest of three kids for each of us. We wanted to run out of the class so they wouldn't see us crying, yet at the same time wanted to savor this sweet moment--to cherish every last second and stay in that room as long as we could before the last "goodbye" and hug. When the story was over, the kids were allowed to come and give us a kiss on our hand so we could keep it with us all day. Curtis choked up for a second when he said goodbye to me and I thought I was really going to start sobbing in front of everyone. I thought he might lose it, too. But then he turned around...brave boy...and he went back to his class. And I turned on my heels and bolted out of the class so neither one of us could look back.

And then...6+ hours later...we were reunited. I could not wait to get this boy back in my arms!

So how have the first 3 weeks of kindergarten been for this boy? Mostly FABULOUS. He is always all smiles when I pick him up. We have had great reports from his teacher (whom I absolutely love so far...thank GOD). The school staff is AMAZING, and SUPPORTIVE in any and all ways that I could ever have hoped for...I am so grateful for all of them. 

 I won't lie to you, though. We have had some issues. #1--we've had a few potty problems. We (teacher, nurse, supporting staff) all are still thinking that it's adjusting to new routines. The teacher and the rest of the staff are working on reminding him to use the potty. I'm working on limiting drinks before school and having him use the potty prior to heading off to class. Fatigue could also be a factor. This leads me to the next problem...#2--he's tired. Just exhausted and in a daze at the end of the day. And a sleepy Curtis is a grumpy Curtis and a grumpy Curtis is not a fun Curtis. By the time we walk home he is often crying and/or screaming at me and/or his siblings. It's a mess. With after school activities we really don't have time for naps anymore. It's an adjustment. We're still working on it. 

As far as class work goes, he seems to be doing OK. We have a formal meeting coming up in a few weeks. It's his 30 day review, and I'll be meeting with his teacher, therapists, and case manager to see how he's doing. I know he needs A LOT of work on his writing still. I see the sheets that come home and I know they are already working on it with him, but he has a long, long way to go. We are still working on it at home a little, too, when I can get him to cooperate with me. He always works much better with his therapists!

Here is a little project he worked on during the first week of school. It's a house depicting the members of his family: light blue=dad, green=mom, purple=sister, blue=him and his brother, yellow=his pets (he only included the cat and dog, no room for the 7 chickens).

So--during the second week of school I received an email in the middle of the day from his teacher. She wrote to tell me that they pulled the tricycles out during recess. The only problem? Curtis' seizure action plan has a note stating that he must wear a helmet when riding a bicycle (or a horse!). So...Curtis was not allowed to ride the tricycles and I needed to bring in a helmet for him to use at school. My initial thought? "This is crazy! It's a tricycle!" 

The seizure action plan form that his neurologist filled out had a few things that were pre-set, standard items already filled out on the form. Examples: "always wear a helmet when riding bikes or horses", "never leave alone in water", "don't linger in high places". I did not think that "bike" included tricycles. I mean...how far is he doing to fall off a trike?? Nonetheless, I know the school rules and told them I'd call the neurologist and hopefully they'd send me a note saying he could ride a trike without a helmet. What was my big deal? I didn't want him to be the only kid on the playground wearing a damn helmet! Sounds stupid, but, yes, that was it. I just really would rather he not stand out in any way if at all possible. However, in the meantime, I sent him to school with a helmet. He loves to ride trikes and I didn't want him to miss the opportunity the next day while we waited to hear back from the neurologist! (See below...in our driveway on his own trike.) 

So I left a voicemail with his neurologist and a day later heard back from her assistant. Here's the deal--she DOES want him wearing a helmet. Even on a tricycle!! 

Wow. Lesson learned.

Here he is at home...now wearing a helmet at all times on his tricycle!

More fun happened during that second week of school! We received a call one morning that Curtis was stung in the face by a bee. He went to the nurse's office and said he felt OK to go back to class but they called to let us know it happened. I'm proud he was so brave to stay in class!  Not sure my older kids would have chosen to do so!

This is a photo of him from later that night--he was stung right below his left eye. You can see how it was starting to swell up later that night. 

So...the next morning when he woke up it looked like this!! YIKES!!!

We decided it was probably best to not send him to school looking like this. He went to the pediatrician in the morning and checked out OK and ended up back at school at around lunch time. It took a good 4 days for the swelling around that eye to go away. Terrible!! My poor buddy!

As if things haven't been crazy enough with trying to adjust to new school schedules and running around AFTER school with big bro and sis to all their stuff--Curtis just decided this week that he absolutely had to get back to swim lessons. I agreed that he was long overdue! We have been meaning to get him back for weeks now, but couldn't figure out how to work them in. Well, there's no time better than the present, and we squeezed those lessons in. Thursday was his first official day back at Callan Swim School and he did great. All the swimming at grandma and grandpa's this summer surely helped!! 

{Sorry, no swimming photos--next time!}

We are ready to tackle week 4. I think every week is just going to get better and better. Will we/he figure out the potty issues? Yes, (god, I hope so!). Will the fatigue and grouchiness go away? I think he's still just adjusting so, yes, I do think it will. The academic stuff? Handwriting and whatnot? He is finally starting his therapy services and I just know that I will start to see a huge improvement once those go into full effect (especially once OT gets cracking!) 

Like I said at the beginning--he's happy. He wants to go to school and is comfortable there and hasn't cried or whined or ever said that he doesn't want to go. To me, that is success! That is half the battle, maybe more than half the battle! The other things we can work on as long as he's content with being at school. 

So, I say YAY!!! 

The Night Before The Big Day

Well, this is it. Tomorrow is the big day. Kindergarten. The day we have been working toward and preparing for for so long is finally here. 

I know in my last blog post I said that I was OK. That even though I was thinking about his first day, my anxiety wasn't consuming me. Well, as of a few days ago, it started to consume me. Insomnia (my old friend). Mini crying spells in the middle of the day. More crying at night. Constant stress and anxiety throughout the day with all the "what-ifs" going through my head. It's just so hard sometimes--the struggle between knowing that I have to give him a chance to do everything that any other kid would do, but at the same time wanting to protect him and keep him safe. 

When you have a child with special needs, sometimes you forget how "different" they are until you see them around a large group of "typical" children. Curtis hasn't been in school for a few months so I really kind of forgot how he stacked up to other kindergarten-aged kids. On Friday, his school had a pre-arranged kindergarten play date. They do this every year on the Friday before school starts, which is the day the kids get their teacher assignments. It's a chance for the kids and parents to hang out and say hello before the first day of school. Curtis was excited to go see a few friends of his, and the park where the play date is always held is right around the corner from our house. Within the first 2 minutes of being there, I was reminded of how different Curtis is from other 5 and 6 year olds. These kids were running around. Jumping. Racing up the play structure and speeding down the slide--lightning fast! Up on a grass hill they were playing "duck, duck, goose" and Curtis sat down to join while I stood back and watched. He sat there in amazement (as did I) while these boys and girls ran so fast around that little circle. And I felt so sad. Curtis will never run like that. Or jump like those other kids, or go up and down the play structure so fast. In fact, he was so overwhelmed by it all that after the first few minutes he just wanted to go home. And I didn't blame him. Because I did, too, a little. All those kids moving so fast worried me. I kept thinking that if one of them bumped into Curtis he was going to fall down and cry. And then I thought, "What if that happens when he's at school and I'm not there to comfort him after he falls?" Ugh. Anxiety. 

I just have to take a deep breath and keep my fingers crossed that he'll be OK. Hopefully he finds some other kids in his class that are a little more low-key and they can all play in the sandbox together!

So how does Curtis feel about school? He could not be more excited. When we went in last week for his little assessment at the school, he was disappointed to find out he wasn't staying there for the day. 

Tonight, we got his new backpack--a Christmas present from last year (thanks Aunt Laura and Uncle Loyd)--and stuck it on the hook next to his big brother and big sister's backpacks. Yes, he has a crazy spiky backpack--and he loves it!! 

Then he asked if we could get the lunchboxes out, so we did that, too. He's been wanting to get his lunchbox out and use it ever since it came in the mail about 3 weeks ago.

We also have his outfit all picked out and waiting. His big sister helped with that. I don't think Curtis really cares about that all too much--ha!

Also, to update on the post from last week for those of you who don't get the Facebook posts--Curtis' MRI came back the same as it was when he was a baby. Nothing new, which is good and what we all expected. His next neurology visit is in 4 months unless something happens before then (no thank you!) The neurologist wrote up Curtis' seizure action plan for school while we were there, too. Of course, while I believe the school staff is great, I really, really, really hope that plan never needs to go into effect. 

This sweet boy of mine...

He is snoozin' up a storm tonight and ready to take on kindergarten tomorrow. Even with all my fears, I am so, so excited for him. He's been looking forward to being a big kid and going to his brother and sister's school for so long. Now the day is here. 

Good luck, lover! We are cheering for you!!

xoxo

Summer, School, and other Stuff

It's August and summer is coming to a close. I know I say it every year, but it really seemed to go by so fast. In 11 days, Curtis starts kindergarten! My mind is blown! On Tuesday he goes in for his little kindergarten "assessment". My biggest concern? The fact that we have to be there at 8:00am! (We've been sleeping in until 7:30 or sometimes even 8:00am, which is late in this household). 

I had to start a whole new system for school paperwork for Curtis now that he's starting kindergarten. If you recall, I showed you my system for all of Curtis' "stuff", including his school IEP papers, in this post. That filing case is filled to the brim and about ready to burst. And even though there is a method to the madness, it really is a mess. In kindergarten, Curtis will still have an IEP (he already has on in place, actually). I also met and spoke with the school nurse over the summer to discuss his medical needs. We had spoken on the phone prior to the seizure, but after the seizure I found out that getting him to school would require a lot more paperwork. I filled out what I could and the rest went on to his neurologist and pediatrician. 

In any case, here are a few photos, because they always seem to shock people (including me) when I show them all spread out. 

Here they are in their folder 

And all spread out...

Yes, that is just the preschool years paperwork. 2 years. Crazy, right?

Here is what we have going for kindergarten so far... 

And this is the new set-up for kindergarten paperwork. It's more portable (so I can take it with me to IEP meetings, meetings with the school nurse, even to his doctor appts if I have forms that need to be filled out).

crappy iphone photo, apologies

I won't even bother with getting into my fears and anxieties over the start of kindergarten (maybe I'll save that for another post on another night). They are there, as they would be even if everything about him was "normal" health-wise. It's just how it is. I'm accepting these feelings and trying to not let them overcome me. Believe it or not, I'm actually sleeping well at night. Will that change as the first day draws nearer? Probably. But I think Curtis can succeed in school, as long as his health remains stable. And so far we seem OK with that...

After the seizure I kept a very close eye on Curtis (still do, obviously). He did have some strange activity, especially while sleeping. Lots of movement, strange things with his eyes and lots of head movements, leg movements. I was told to take videos and so I did. Tirelessly. 

This is a photo of my computer while I'm watching a video of Curtis sleeping. I'd set up a camera and record him napping, because that is when he'd jerk and move around the most. Then I'd watch the video.

I must have spent hours taking and looking at videos. Some will be shown to the neurologist and discussed with her. Maybe this was side effects from his meds? Or seizure activity? Most of it has settled down now (he's still sleeping in our bed)--all I really see from him now is leg jerks, like restless leg syndrome. During the day he has seemed fine and I haven't seen anything that resembles a seizure. I did see what appeared to be one or two absence seizures right after he came home from the hospital. But nothing since. 

Curtis had an MRI last week. This is something that was scheduled after he left the hospital in May and they ordered it just make sure that nothing new was present in his brain. I don't know the results yet, but I will be getting them tomorrow at his neurology appointment. We haven't seen his neurologist since his hospital stay after the seizure. I'm assuming that no news is good news, but I will give an update on that on the Facebook page tomorrow or over the weekend. Going in for that MRI was stressful, no doubt, but Curtis was a champ. 

Post-MRI popsicle

Those sleepy anesthesia eyes...

My boy is such a trouper. He was so scared to get on the bed to even start the process. He cried and cried (as did I). But when it was done, he was completely fine. No tears, no problems at all. God, I love him! 

Moving on to several totally different subjects and a lot of photos all at once :)

In case you don't follow on Facebook or Instagram...or even if you do...

This has been our summer...

Curtis graduated from preschool

And he turned SIX!

We renewed our Legoland passes and his love affair with Benny and the Spaceship! continues :)

We just got back from our annual summer family vacation in Montana, which is always amazing. Curtis once again let loose and did some things he doesn't usually do. You can read about our trip last year here. He loved the canoe and the paddleboard and did both on his own a bit. He swam in the lake in our "secret spot" all on his own, which he's never done before. He's really showing some independence (just another sign that he's ready for kindergarten)! 

Standing on a paddle board in some shallow water--great for testing balance

Lake McDonald, Glacier Park...playing with rocks and sticks

We have been having some issues with loud noises and at first Curtis didn't like riding in the boat because he thought it was too loud...

But he warmed up to it pretty fast...

And soon was going crazy with me and loved to go fast :)

Venturing out of the boat and into the lake to swim! So brave!!

Swimming with big bro and sis in the lake! They were so excited!

We have been going to the beach and swimming and doing some school shopping--soaking in the last few days of summer.