Showing posts with label swimming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label swimming. Show all posts

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Duck and Cover

I am so overwhelmed by SB right now that the last thing I feel like doing after the children go to bed is writing about it or thinking about it in any capacity. I feel stuck in a constant state of loathing for SB and all of the baggage that comes with it. But for the sake of documenting this little chaotic phase of my life, here is what we're dealing with. 

The Ugly: Yeah, that stuff. We're onto the next phase. I kind of thought, 'hey, we'll start this next procedure and it will work (or not) and that will be it.' Nope. It takes a lot of trial and error and tweaking and adding, subtracting, adjusting. Ugh. I'm so over it. More than anything, I wish I wasn't flying solo on this. I wish there was some professional here who knew about these things and could support and advise us. The first couple of weeks I felt quite desperate and flailing, like walking around blindfolded. Fortunately, my SB peeps have pulled through and I've tapped into the underground world of Moms Like Me who are willing to talk about the unmentionable stuff. Thank God

Speech: King is in speech therapy again. He flips his she/he, her/him all the time. At first it was awkwardly funny when he'd call a man 'she' or a woman 'he', but now it's downright frustrating. We're also working on F and the elusive K sounds. 


Food: I just finished an OT feeding group where I spent two hours a week trying to figure out how to get Kingsley to eat. I swear, my life revolves around getting things in one end and out the other. He hasn't gained weight in the last year, has barely grown. I need him to eat more and eat something other than cheese. It would be nice if he would voluntarily eat it as well. You know that saying 'kids won't starve themselves'? It's not true. For real, that's part of what I learnt. Kingsley falls into the small percentage of children who just doesn't want to eat a lot of the time. There's a long history about why, but I'm so tired of thinking about it. Long story short, he is making some gains here. I think I've managed to boost his caloric intake and he is getting more brave about trying new foods, and food in general. Yay!

Fine Motor: Kinger is also doing his own OT group, this one for fine motor school-related things like colouring and cutting. It's aptly named 'Cut and Colour'. He's doing great with it. For some reason, he is incredibly interested in doing both when in a small group. Not remotely interested at home. Ah well. Maybe that means he'll do it at school next year. 

Sports: This hasn't happened yet, but I've enrolled him in an amazing program called Making Waves. Starting in January he will have 1:1 swimming lesson, which is awesome. We've also borrowed the same sledge we had two years ago and I'm pumped to get him out on the ice... when our days are a little less booked. 

Surgery Recovery: He is doing great, now that his casts are off. His incisions have all healed ridiculously quickly and his legs are still good. I am super paranoid about them tightening up again though. Twice a day, I give him a leg massage and go through a bunch of deep stretches, then two more times a day I just do the stretches. It's time consuming and sometimes, the last thing I feel like doing. He also wears his leg splints to bed, which he's not complaining about. He's also had a bazillion appointments related to his legs. OK, maybe not that many, it just feels like it. He has new AFO's now, which required new boots and check ups. 

Other Stuff: Then there's all of the monsters lurking under the bed, the things I notice and wish I wasn't noticing. I feel like his back is wrong. I'm not sure how to explain it or what is going on exactly, but he's not straight. I don't know how to fix/prevent it. I'm not sure I want to think about it very much, but obviously I can't bury my head forever. He's also been coughing/choking a lot lately, which is where my brain goes crazy and tells me that he'll need a decompression RIGHT AWAY. That is the stuff of nightmares. Of course, it could be the dry air giving him a tickle or a cold or something simple like that. Oh, I just want it all to go away. 

And between all of this SB overload, we have Christmas. I adore Christmas and love extending the Holiday Joy as much as possible. I am trying very hard to not let SB trump that joy. 

Laura did our photos again ;) http://www.everylittlephoto.com/

Saturday, September 7, 2013

The Little Fish

Jeff and I met as lifeguards, have I mentioned that? We both grew up in water. I did swimming, he did diving and waterpolo. We both love being in the water and are completely comfortable there.

Rach is reenacting our lifeguarding days

Having a child who can't use his lower body stumped me. How in the world would he fit in our family? How would he go to swimming lessons? How would we take him to the beach? What in the world would he do in our backyard pool??


I started taking Kingsley swimming when he was a baby at our Centre which has a very, very warm little therapy pool. At the time we moved into this house last spring, I'd say Kinger was the most comfortable in the water of the three of them. He didn't panic when he was dunked (though he didn't like it either), he could float almost on his own on his back, and he really loved just hanging out in the water.


Through sheer exposure to water, the girls have magically learned to swim this summer. It's truly blown my mind. Rachel has gone from a timid floater to swimming in the deep end all day, every day. Cordelia isn't comfortable in the deep end yet, but she's gone from freaking out if her face got splashed to swimming underwater.


Kingsley is finding his way. He wears a puddle jumper in the water, which is a fabulous invention, in my opinion. In June, I had to be thisclose to him to make sure he didn't tip over and get a big mouthful of water. He didn't know what to do with his arms, couldn't stay level, and only went where we took him. I predicted the most boring summer in the world, having to stand in the shallow end keeping him from drowning while everyone else got to actually swim.

workin' on the chest muscles

Fortunately, I was totally wrong. King is a little fish! I don't even have to be near him, he just swims around using his arms. If his face goes in now, it's because he wanted it to (or because Jeff dunked him). He likes to hang out on the stairs and play with his trains (aka bath toys), take the dog for a walk (aka hang onto the tube for the automatic pool vacuum), do push ups on the lane rope, and ride on my back as I swim around. He's also good at jumping in (aka sitting on the edge and throwing himself into the pool).


I don't know what the future holds for him in the pool. I know there is a place I can access for 1:1 swimming lessons that I'm going to tap in to soon and see if they can teach him to swim without his legs. I'm confident that he'll find his way.
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