After weeks of evaluations, we are now in the thick of OT and PT appointments and daily OT and PT work at home, and sensory activities, on top of three types of patching to help fight the double vision Stella experiences. More VT (vision therapy) will come after we finish laying the foundation with OT and PT.
We swing Stella in a blanket hammock each night. We do odd-seeming but clearly very powerful reflex integration exercises. We toss bean bags, and when we miss we re-enact the errant bean bag’s flight and laugh at how it plopped on the side of the coffee table instead of landing in the laundry basket. We become bears, after: setting up a blanket cave, laying fish in a river of blue silk scarves set up across the room, and cuing up gentle river sounds on Spotify. Mama and baby bear take turns hiking to the river, hunting for fish, and then hiking back with fish in mouth. And we put that fish on a party plate because we are fancy bears, with CLASS. And it’s magic because Stella will do bear walks again and again and use flat paws like therapy dictates instead of the fist or twisted finger-tipped paw she naturally prefers. She cooperates with her “exercises” to a much greater extent than I dreamed possible. Much of it is not labeled as exercises. It’s just fun stuff we do that happens to be really beneficial. We are mindful of fitting in lots of silliness and games and stuff that have nothing to do with therapy, too. Because you’re only 4 and a half once, and you better enjoy it. And, okay, Stella’s cooperation followed an extremely rocky start to the new therapy paradigm that resulted in a two-week reward calendar that culminated in a trip to the Disney Store to get the plush toy of her choice. She chose the peas in a pod. How adorable and wholesome is that? I mean honestly.
We are also trying to figure out where Stella will go to school next year. A process that I never imagined would be this complicated and crazy. While her therapy needs and developmental status were being evaluated, all the application deadlines passed. But just in time, I found the perfect school. A private school in our neighborhood with transitional Kindergarten that would be so expensive but so worth it. But will they have a spot for Stella? Will they think she’s ready and are they willing to help support her quirks and current challenges? I don’t know. She goes in to be reviewed this weekend. It’s out of my hands now. If she doesn’t get in, I’ll have to scramble to get on waiting lists. Or something.
I’m pretty stressed out and worried again. I read endlessly about neuroplasticity, which actually helps a lot. Not only with hope for Stella’s binocular vision and associated motor skills but also for better coping and handling of stress on my part. Stella’s brain can change and so can mine. So can yours. Watch this if you don’t believe me. (I just ordered the book: The Brain That Changes Itself: Stories of Personal Triumph from the Frontiers of Brain Science.)
I think we’re doing okay. We are getting most if not all of our daily exercises in every day and we are not battling. We are having some real fun along the way. Not so much with the patching, though. Most days, we have been missing one of the three types of patching. It feels like a bit too much right now–how much can you push a little one before the solution becomes a problem? But we’ll figure it out. Stella’s developmental optometrist is in constant contact with us, proactive about new solutions both short-term and long-term, and very tolerant of my incessant questioning and reporting and occasionally getting upset about it all.
Ah yes, the word of this day is “but.” As in, “This kind of feels impossible BUT we are making it work” or “This is hard and I don’t know how we’ll fit it all in BUT we will find a way” or “I am scared that Stella will hate this activity and we will fail to do what is necessary BUT I have to try” or “I know Kettle Chips aren’t healthy BUT I need them at 9:30pm on a consistent basis.”
We would do anything for Stella. Before these evaluations shed more light on the extent of the issues she faces, we felt our parenting was to blame. We have more complete answers now, and new wind under our sails! The key is a worn out cliche: just take it one day at a time. If I think about a year or two of daily OT, PT and VT exercises, and the reasons behind them, I feel sad, overwhelmed, and discouraged. If I just think about today (or even tomorrow), and what I can do to help now, I come up with creative ideas that work, and wind up feeling buoyed by small successes. Like the above bear scenario, which while a tiny drop in the therapy ocean, felt huge. She hated bear walking, and now she asks to do it again and again. Charlie Sheen, you don’t know what winning is.
My only guilty failing is in giving Stella a piece of hard candy for her nightly reflex integration exercises. It feels wrong, but I was desperate. After discussing with Stella’s occupational therapist and seeing how she worked with Stella, I plan to come up with a special toy for her to hold during nightly stretching and other exercises instead. Preferably something that lights up and features a small keyboard worth of buttons to push and explore. Tips welcome.
My daughter is so resilient. She is a bright spark that nothing can fade. I didn’t think it was possible but I am even more proud of Stella now. And sometimes, of myself too. Go figure.