The IEP

So 2 days after the Psych eval went home, the IEP/MET took place. I am delighted to say that these wonderful people working with my son see him the way I do. We discussed at length his strengths, his potential, his value. They get it. This was the most empowering and validating IEP I have ever had the privilege of attending. Praise our Great God for creating people like the ones who work with my son.

The Bell Curve

Bert had his first full psych eval done at school. This is done primarily to assess the IQ, and assist in determining placement. This is a quick explanation of the IQ bell curve. See the very bottom of the curve? That lowest percentile of people? That little tip of the bell that is <60? That is Bert. He's down in that teensy bit of bell.

I am not a delusional person. I have a pretty good grasp on the daily living and cognitive skills of my son, and I know that he functions still about at the level of a 2 year old, more or less. He turned six last week, so I have been parenting the same growing child, now 50 lbs as a 2 year old for about 4 years. We have effectively ruled out the autism aspect as instead severe Sensory Processing Disorder coupled with a very low IQ and ADHD. Honestly, I'm not convinced that the ADHD is accurate. C'mon, what kind of attention span do you expect a 2 year old with SPD to have?

Alas, it is difficult to read a report in which your child's intelligence is graphed and documented in formal language by a licensed psychologist that states your son tested low compared to his same age peers, over and over. It sucks to see a number that has been referred to as "trainably mentally impaired" or "severely mentally impaired". Though I did not relish reading it, it was like reading a story that I'd heard over and over again in spoken word. The document was newly drafted, but it was not unexpected. I was pleased with myself that I handled it as the information that it was, no big emotional breakdown required. Yet still, I can't seem to get my mind to let go of the graph of my son's IQ.

Absolute Must Read Blog Post

Michelle, at DownBlogger posted "Bad Medicine".

Go, Read, Bring tissues, take your time. There is much content in this post, very important content.

Love Completely

So about 2 weeks ago, I posted about the One Month to Live book and campaign. Last week, I read, and read, and read, about loving completely. There is much to learn, you see, and I was working toward it.

Then yesterday, the reading week-end sermon was a follow up to all of this. The Chief and I listened, and took the challenge seriously.

We arrived home to create a veritable love fest~family style.

Now, we are normally loving, kind people, but sometimes things get dicey when living with a severely hearing impaired, developmentally delayed 2 year old who poops upwards of 8x daily; a 6 year old Sensory Dysfunction poster child who is also developmentally delayed; a 9 year old girl who is certain that she is in on all the secrets of how life really is and is too high and mighty to share them; and a teenager who changes moods with her excessive perfume, but can never manage to get her room fully picked up. Well when you live with people, sometimes patience runs short. Alas, yesterday when both parents were set on putting our whole hearts into the game again, it was a beautiful thing. I don't think anybody yelled at all yesterday.

My Child's Story

OK, I found this blog carnival at In The Life of a Child, and decided to join in. However, I have 3 kids with Spec Needs, So I will write a brief overview of each, rather than a comprehensive post on one.

Bert (aka Alex) was my second child, but he introduced me to the world of Special Needs. After an emergency C-section because somehow he no longer found my womb compatible with life, Bert came into this world gentle as a lamb. His first cry was when he was 3 weeks old, I'll never forget it. Beaner stepped on his hand while he was basking in a sunny spot in the living room. I was thrilled, he cried! Bert was born with a little bonus in the 21st chromosome. Most people associate this condition, called Down syndrome, with mental retardation and the obvious facial differences that those especially blessed kiddos carry. I, instead associate this with an incredible ability to live in, and enjoy the present moment, a delight in this world, and an especially large heart.

When Bert was <2, the Chief left to check on his sister, who was in heroin withdrawal, and came home with our Rockstar (Chels). She was 13-1/2, but the size of a rather small 10 year old. She had long, scraggly hair, was pale and drawn, with haunted eyes. At the time I had no idea that she would become my daughter, but through time and experiences, she is. Her mother passes away nearly 3 years ago, leaving me to parent an orphaned teenager. Rockstar has since been diagnosed with PTSD, bipolar, and RAD. There were times in parenting her that I had resigned myself to believe that she may never be a productive citizen, that if helping her find Jesus was all I did for her, that would be enough. I am thrilled to say that by the power of the Holy Spirit, she has found Jesus, and much more. She is living abudantly, and though she doesn't always make great choices, she is learning and growing, and has blessed our family beyond measure.

The last child to enter our family is Schmoozer (Ben). In early 2006 we submitted our information to Robin Steele of the Adoption Awareness program, hoping to adopt a second child with Down syndrome. Within 3 weeks we got a call, matching us to Schmoozer's natural parents. After waiting 3-1/2 months for research and decisions to be made, and for paperwork to clear, we brought Schmoozer home from the District of Columbia. Within days, we realized 2 things: 1. that he didn't poop right at all and 2. that he didn't hear right at all. As time has gone by, we found that not only does Schmoozer have DS, but is also moderately to moderately severely hearing impaired, he has Hirschsprung's disease, he has hypothyroidism, and to top it off, he has Cyclical Vomitting Syndrome. Talk about getting more than you bargained for! Schmoozer has filled, not only our hands, but also our hearts, to capacity. Through 8 hospital admissions and more tests and proceedures that I care to remember, his delightful presence has blessed us by his will to live, his spirit, and his ability to learn, despite all the odds against him.

It has been a delight and pleasure to parent these amazing kids. I have learned so much about myself, my priorities, about my Lord and Savior, and about living in the moment from these kids. Though they have brought with them struggles beyond measure, they have blessed us far more abundantly than that!

May I add, last but not least, my Beaner (Hannah). She was my first child, but now she's not my oldest. She is totally typical, bright, precocious, gentle and sweet. She never asked for such a house full of crazy sibs, but she wouldn't change them. She is, by virtue of being the only typical child in a house of 4 kids, also a child with special needs. Of all of my amazing kids, she amazes me the most. What a blessing she is!