Maybe Failing Ain’t So Bad…

While I sit on pins and needles, waiting for Josephine’s blood work, I wonder why I am hoping to find high levels of something in her little body. To a parent of a typical kid, this may seem weird or uncaring or negative. But to me, this is possibly the answer.

Since Josephine’s meltdowns and behavior have taken a turn – I don’t want to say for the worse, rather, a different turn – I have been at a complete loss as to what to do, how to handle her during the meltdowns and, most of all, WHY. IF there are higher or lower levels of cortisol or adrenal malfunction or any of the many other things it could be, I can start finding the solutions with supplements or medication. But if the blood comes back as usual, I will still feel lost and helpless. The idea of having a known in our unknown world just gives me the comfort I need.

Of course I would never wish for Josephine to fail at anything (and trust me, with her spirit and drive, that won’t be happening anytime soon!). Please understand that clearly. I just want an easy “A” this go around – an easy answer to a complicated little gal with a set of very active pair of lungs, accompanied by a very strong will to communicate.

A nice family dinner without screaming would be a nice change ;)

Meltdown Mayhem

Here is an example of a 40 minute daily meltdown from J-Bean, condensed into 3:15 minutes. There is a lot of screaming and hair-pulling, so be prepared. It can be hard to watch – I did this to seek answers for these daily episodes, usually after waking from a nap. This particular day was not as bad as most, as she is usually a bit more destructive and aggressive toward herself (she has starting biting her own toes). http://youtu.be/LOqp4Ny9Bxw

I am waiting to hear from our pediatrician about testing her cortisol levels, as well as her adrenal and pituitary levels. The meltdowns DO stem from being tired because they happen if she naps or not – either it happens when she wakes up from a nap OR later at night if she HASN’T HAD a nap. I know this type of behavior can happen with preschool aged kids, but it seems to me that it goes too far and then J-Bean can’t reign it in. She just loses control. In researching the idea of the cortisol levels (thanks to another Chromosome 8p mom), it seems there is something biologically going on with her rather than her just having a temper tantrum. Hoping to hear something soon because my ears are ringin’…

Special or Spoiled?

I often wonder what people think of our family when we are out in public and Josephine has one of her wonderful meltdowns. Do they think, “What a spoiled brat” or “Why aren’t those parents doing anything” or “Poor parents! Maybe they need a break”? Most of the time, by the look on their faces, it’s 1 or 2. In fact, I think 3 is a near impossibility!

And I don’t mind the stares or the opinions or the sympathies. I take it all in stride. Just part of being a parent of a special needs kid.

But when Josephine gets so out of control that our own favorite therapist is at his wits end during a session (last night’s session, in fact), I have to question myself and ask, “What can I DO?” and “What am I NOT doing?”.

When Josephine wakes up from a nap, or from a good night’s sleep for that matter, she is upset, cranky and many times, unruly and inconsolable. Yesterday was no different. This afternoon was no different.

Often I try to calm her down by cuddling, offering her a drink or snack, giving her the favorite stuffed fish or perhaps the absolute best of the best, her socks. Forget the cuddling – AIN’T HAPPENIN’! She shoves the drink/snack and fish back in my face. And just when I think the socks are the answer, more hair comes out…more spit to clean up…more screams…more biting (not me, thankfully)…more frustrations. So I let her cry and freak until she calms down, which generally takes at least 1 hour. I don’t know what else to do.

I know part of her frustration and anger comes out of not being able to tell me what she wants or needs. I can only hope as she gets older, these meltdowns decrease. But I have to live in today and figure out how to handle the now.

So, is it spoiling or survival? Call it what you will. I call it my life.

Rare Disease Day 2013 – A Celebration of Being Unique!

J-Bean Smile

Today I honor my daughter, Josephine, born with an extremely rare chromosome disorder called Tetrasomy 8p Mosaicism. I have celebrated many milestones and cried many tears. Josephine is not only my daughter, she is my teacher. She has taught me patience, humility, strength, trust, respect and tolerance.

She has given me a new breath of life.

I know there will be many more milestones and many more tears – I also know there is rainbow at the end of the storm, so I will patiently wait for all those colors to appear in their own time.

Thank you, Josephine, for being my little girl. I love you! Today is Rare Disease Day and I celebrate YOU!

Happy 4th Birthday, Josephine Betty Joy!!!!!

4 YEARS OLD!!!! Our Little Bean is “sprouting” into a little lady and I couldn’t be any prouder.

I look back on the past 3 years and feel amazed to be a part of Josephine’s life. Her world has given me a sense of understanding and patience I never thought I would have in my lifetime. I still look back and wonder what I did to deserve this amazing daughter I have before me.

So many times I would sit in restaurants, bothered by “those” kids running around or having meltdowns, judging “those parents” that “can’t control their kids” – I must point out SOME of the parents really DIDN’T control their kids, but then again, who am I to say???

We have become “those” parents … and that suits me just fine.

Josephine is who she is. She loves when she wants, kisses and hugs when she wants, talks when she wants, sings when she wants (which is ALL THE TIME and she’s got a gorgeous little voice, by the way) and melts down when she wants. There’s no predicting, no reason in some cases, many reasons in other cases. Yes, there are many times we TRY to control the meltdowns, but there are other times when she needs to go through her process. We make sure she is secure and safe. And we do take her out (usually my wonderful husband has that duty) if she is very disruptive. But this is who she is…at 1 year old or now 4 years old.

I admit I feel sad when I am around other kids her age or younger because I can’t help but compare. I feel a sense of loss, of mourning, even now, 3 years after her diagnosis – it doesn’t go away. We were at a party this weekend and Josephine was interacting with a little boy who had just turned 2 years old. The two of them were sitting there and I was in awe – at first I was in awe of how far “behind” she was from this boy – but then my negative awe turned to a positive awe because I could see how much progress she has made since her 3rd birthday. My sadness turned to pride.

Since last August, Josephine has grown mentally, physically and emotionally – she will now go to school in a car seat and NOT her wheelchair, she randomly runs up to be and gives me a kiss and runs off again (two milestones in one), she sings clear and strong, she can says WORDS…words, she recognizes those that matter so much in her world and giggles at the sight of them…she is growing more and more independent daily.

Josephine is our miracle. Our miracle that can celebrate who she is today and every day.

Happy 4th Birthday, Baby! Keep makin’ us proud – I know you will succeed in ALL you set out to do. That’s all I can ask for.

Josephine and Isabelle – Looking Back

The Meeting of Josephine and Isabelle (Tetrasomy 8p Mosaicism)

by Krysta Senek

(Originally Published in CDO Newsletter August 2012, Issue No. 68)

Waves of emotion filled my gut. The fear of the unknown started to settle in my heart. This was July of 2009 — the day I got Josephine’s diagnosis of Tetrasomy 8p Mosaicism (Tet 8p). So many questions raced through my brain … Tetra what? What does the “p” stand for? What does this mean for our girl? Are there any other kids with this disorder? How can I meet these families? All I was told by our genetic counselor was “don’t go on the internet because there isn’t anything out there that you want to read.”

The genetic counselor was wrong! In fact, there was a VERY important person “out there.” A little 4-year old girl from Iowa named Isabelle Kelley and I found her by registering online with The Chromosome Disorder Outreach (The CDO).

Isabelle’s mom, Lori, and I shared stories about our girls, always comparing one to the other, especially since neither of us had contact with other families with Tet 8p. While in the back of my mind I always hoped we would be able to meet each other, in reality, I figured it would be in the distant future, if ever. After all, I have no family in Iowa and Lori has no family in New Jersey. I was wrong. Happily wrong.

You see, Josephine has a “guardian angel” by the name of Carmine Iacullo, the Grand Knight from The Knights of Columbus in Livingston, NJ. After a chance meeting one crisp day in October, a pasta dinner benefit was quickly organized by Carmine to give Josephine the specialized physical therapy she needed to walk. One benefit and $5,500 later, Josephine was attending MEDEK (www.novogrow.com) in New Milford, NJ and learned to walk independently. I saw one miracle appear with my little girl and knew another miracle could be created for another. Once again, Carmine and The Knights of Columbus agreed to fund the MEDEK therapy for Isabelle.

That brings me to June 9, 2012. I was driving to Newark-Liberty International Airport, with butterflies swarming around my belly. I was about to meet the Kelley family… and Isabelle. Again, questions raced around in my head … What are they like? Will they like me? What if Josephine and Isabelle don’t get along? Will I constantly be comparing my girl to theirs?

All doubts lifted quickly upon first site of the Kelley family. That first embrace with Lori felt like I was home. I was in the arms of another mother who “got it.” Then, looking into the beautifully deep blue eyes of Isabelle, I found my Josephine. Everything felt right and all those questions I had in July of 2009 disappeared.

The week that followed was one of the most rewarding and profound experiences of my life. I went from wondering what was going to happen to marveling in the similarities of our girls. Josephine had Isabelle’s smile. Isabelle had Josephine’s eyes. Both girls had each other for the first time. And Lori and I had each other. There were no apologies or explanations for our girls’ loud outbursts of anger and frustration. There was no embarrassment because of how our girls walked and talked. There were no judgmental looks wondering what was “wrong” with “those kids”. The entire week was filled with acceptance, joy and successes. In fact, after 10 sessions of MEDEK, I am overjoyed to share that Isabelle is now walking independently! The second miracle happened, just as I had hoped.

Looking back on that short week of my life with Isabelle and Lori, I think of where I was emotionally during that first year after Josephine’s diagnosis. I hardly recognize that mom who was full of doubt, questions and mourning. I have grown to not only accept Josephine for who she is and what she has yet to accomplish, I have also realized I am not alone. Josephine is not alone. We are part of the rare world of chromosome disorders. A world like no other. And I would never trade that in for anything. Ever.

Visit this link to watch Josephine and Isabelle’s news story, featured on NYC’s WPIX Channel 11, http://www.wpix.com/videobeta/e501b642-e287-404f-a081-5f2d7c0f095b/News/Two-Girls-Battling-Rare-Chromosome-Disease-Meet-For-First-Time .

For more information on Josephine and Tetrasomy 8p Mosaicism, check out our web site, www.normalforjosephine.com .

CALGON — TAKE ME AWAY!!!

As I drop dead from exhaustion, I sigh a happy gasp of air…

J-Bean has FINALLY hit her TERRIBLE TWO’s…new milestone ACHIEVED!

While I am excited and proud that my soon-to-be 4-year old has hit this behavioral milestone, I am also ready for some serious relaxation.

The following has been my day in the past 12 hours (in no particular order):

Pickle jar on counter almost on floor, broom almost on child’s head, hamburger buns smashing into floor, DVDs used as scooting mechanisms, play laptop used as chair, DS games carried throughout house (to the dismay of older brother), kitchen dishtowel consistently thrown from oven door bar to floor, front screen door consistently open and closed, dirty laundry items thrown down stairs ONE BY ONE, broccoli strewn all over table and floor by menacing fingers, water from dog bowl spilled into cracks of tile floor, bathwater splashed about bathroom floor, newspaper scattered over kitchen floor, Tupperware lids used for various reasons OTHER than to cover food container, unhappy daughter screaming because evil mom takes off beloved jacket to go out into 99 degree heatwave…you name it, it happened.

I love wishing for these milestones to arrive and I will try to embrace this one too, however trying it may be.

I “lovingly” recall shopping at GameStop this afternoon so Sheldon could trade in his DS Lite for a new 3DS for his birthday present – as Sheldon was figuring out what to get, J-Bean started acting out. It started with kicking in a store display and ended with knocking many games off the shelves, all while laughing her manipulatively cute laugh. I am certain the manager to was happy to see us leave.

I was happy J-Bean was where she was – the TERRIBLY TERRIFICALLY TERRIFYING TWO’s.

Back to Reality

It’s been 4 days since Isabelle, Lori, Mike and Jordan Kelley flew back to Iowa – and I am missing a piece of my heart.

Looking back on last week, I feel like I was visiting my own personal Disney World – Tet8p World.

Izzy’s visit was so much more than I imagined it. Yes, the TV publicity was TOTALLY AWESOME, but what I will remember the most was a sense of belonging and understanding.

When Josephine was having a meltdown one afternoon (one of many, by the way), Lori came upstairs and said, very simply, “Ah, yes, I remember those days.” And each girl’s meltdown led to the other girl’s meltdown. A cacophony of cries in various patterns and pitches and all I could do was smile and laugh. Not laughing at the sadness of the girls, but at the similarity of it all at the same time. It was like J-Bean and Izzy were talking in their own language and got each other – it would be nice to have a lesson in their language – would definitely help us out a bit more.

I know we will see each other again and the girls will be in different places developmentally. And it’s my hope they will pick up right where they left off last week – ready to throw science and medicine to the wind and do what they do best – AMAZE and AWE everyone they put under their spell.