I can’t believe that it has been more than three months since I wrote my last post. Many things happened since then and I am happy to say that we survived it.
After the baby and I were cured from the MRSA, we enjoyed a few “normal” weeks were everybody was healthy. On a Friday, I went to Target which is very close to my house, to get milk. I just remember walking at the store with a basket on hand and feeling like I was going to fall down. Then, I am on the floor without shoes and I noticed people staring and asking how I was doing. I just got up, looked for my shoes and kept on walking. I don’t remember the part where I fell down. After I left the store, I started having a strong headache and nausea. I knew those were signs of a possible concussion. When I got home, I called my husband , so he could stay with the kids and I could rest. No, I didn’t go to the E.R. right away.
The headaches kept on getting worse, and now I had dizziness. Finally, I decided to go to one of those urgent care clinics. The doctor looked at me and said: ” You know you are not doing well, so go to the E.R. right away. I can’t believe you didn’t comesooner to get checked.” I went right away and had an MRI. I was more worried about the radiation than the possible concussion. This is the second MRI in less than a year. I had the first one performed before having my back surgery to remove a fatty tumor. Well, everything turned out to be fine with my brain. I was “only” going to have constant migraines and dizziness for two weeks. The dizziness lasted two weeks, but I still get migraines.
Since then, I have also been having trouble concentrating on long tasks and having problems with my memory. Oh well, it looks like God wants me to work on the virtue of being humble and finally realize that I need to ask for help to get through each day. After all, our life is always full of new events.
A few weeks ago, I went to my church to get Holy Water. As expected, the Church’s 5 gallon Holy water’s container was empty. I even opened it to check and not a single drop was left. Suddenly, I notice a sweet old lady that was changing the bulletin boards. She noticed my frustration and said: ” I can’t believe that a Catholic Church is out of Holy Water.” She smiled and told me, “follow me.” We went inside the church and she emptied the little container where you bless yourself when you get into a church. To my amazement, the little bit of water filled half of a big bottle.
Then, as I sat down at church to give thanks to God, I saw a lady walking around the church very fast looking for a candle to lit. She reminded me of our kids speech-language pathologist. My husband and I have been trying to contact her for a long time, so she can offer therapy to one of our daughters. As she was walking towards me, she smiled and we recognized each other. I waited for her outside and talked for a long period of time. Well, now she knows what we need.
Everybody experiences these “helps” every now and then. Next time you need help finding your keys, a parking space or any little thing, ask for help. Angels are all around us.
A few days ago, while I was picking up the phone, one of my daughters moved the fence that serves as a barrier to the stairs. When I turned around, I see my baby’s little legs on the edge of the
stairs. I dropped the phone and started running towards him, but I was too late. He fell down 13 hardwood inclined steps. A mother’s nightmare.
We took him to the E.R. and the doctor said that it was incredible how he only got a little bump on his forehead. This was due to the fact that he slid down the stairs without rolling.
Also, as we are leaving the E.R., we see our pediatrician. What an amazing coincidence. He reassured us that the bay was just fine.
Definitely, the Virgin and his Guardian Angel were protecting him.
Lesson of the day: pray more and give thanks.
1. I would like to sleep without being aware of what is going around me. When I am “sleeping”, I can hear (or imagine hearing) any noise in the house. Sometimes I wake up believing that the baby crying, but he is asleep. More recently, I have been waking up because my three-year-old with autism starts screaming in the middle of the night. By the time I figure out what is wrong, and I am able to soothe her, I fall asleep in her bed.2. I wish the day was longer. Yes, life is short and there is so much to accomplish. But I have to accept the reality of time.
3. For my children to become happy, independent, and generous adults, especially the ones with autism. I am working on that. That takes work, not a miracle.
4. To accept the life that God has given me as a gift from him. I do believe (but need to accept) that I have been entrusted with special-needs children for a reason.
5. To stop getting frustrated when my carefully planned days turn into chaos, and I cannot get much done. Still working on it too.
6. To enjoy reading more books about autism and special-needs children. I have been dealing with autism for eight years now, so I get tired of not seeing the end of this steep learning curve. However, I do appreciate how much more information is readily available now compared to a few years ago.
7. To enjoy my kids more because time flies. I already have two pre-teens.
8. I still wish I could take a long shower without having someone knock on my door to ask for (or complain about) something.
9. To spend more time with my husband alone.
10. To be able to start running again and have time to exercise.
11. To be thankful for the lessons in love and humility that life teaches me everyday, perhaps to help me stop thinking about myself most of the time.
12. To enjoy life’s little things and the possiblity of being a better mother, wife, daughter, and friend.
13. To enjoy the fact that my ten-year old son with autism has improved dramatically to the point that going to college is an achievable goal for him. Dear parents and teachers, having high expectations for children with autism is not living in denial, but with hope.
14. Be hopeful that my three-year old with autism will follow in improve her older brother’s footsteps.
15. To ignore people (particularly those close to me) when they tell me that I have exceeded my quota of adding 1.5 people to the world population, or when they ask me whether all the children are mine, and whether I had them with the same man.
Well, back to stop wishing and start working.
Thank you to my husband, old friends and new friends for supporting me.
During the last few weeks, my three-year-old child with autism has been stimming more than usual and having many meltdowns.
This behavior reminded me of her older ten-year-old brother, who still struggles with stimming.
Pondering about the possible causes for autism, I came across a documentary titled Plastic Planet.
What an eye opener! Having had little time for baking, following a strict gluten-free diet, and utilizing disposable diapers, I gave in to the convenience of using plastic-made goods and feeding my children some processed foods. After watching this documentary, I realized that my behavior not only pollutes the environment, but may be affecting my family’s health. Immediately, I went online and found two websites that provide helpful information about the consequences to our health and the environment of using plastic-made goods. These are blog and blog. In the meantime, my husband drove to Walmart and bought Evenflo glass baby bottles with silicone nipples to start our transition to life without plastic. It is a worthy New Year’s resolution.