"Becoming a special needs parent feels like being pushed in to the deep end of a pool, and you don’t know how to swim. So you kick frantically, gasp for air, and fling your arms hoping to find something –or someone- to hold on to. Suddenly, because your survival depends on it, you figure out how to float.”
–ellenstumbo.com
It was a gift when I finally found other parents with
children like my dear Everett. This quote was one of the first things that I
remember seeing on the hypotonia group page. I immediately saved it. It
described my feelings exactly. My journey in a world unknown.
I had no idea how much our family would change after having
our second son, Everett. When he was born, Everett had a very short umbilical
cord. So short, that he couldn't be brought up to my chest. He had to lay on my
tummy. His fingers were all tightly squished together in an unnatural position
with his thumbs tucked inwards. He didn't attempt to move them normally either.
He cried with any movement. Everett preferred to be still.
As the pediatricians made their rounds, they pointed out his
fingers. They were concerned. We even had a consult with the orthopedic surgeon
on staff regarding the issues with his hands. Our first visit to the
pediatrician’s office made me cry. Our pediatrician talked about a possible
syndrome. I cried so hard my shoulders were shaking. I sobbed. He saw
characteristics that led him to believe that we needed genetic testing. Our hypotonia
journey started with Everett being less than 2 weeks old. From that day on, we
were doing testing and treatment. He had hand therapy at the local hospital. He
saw the chiropractor weekly. Everett started OT and PT at only 8 weeks old.
At 12 weeks, my maternity leave ended. If you could call it
a leave. All I did was worry and attend specialist visits and therapy
appointments. It was hell at times. But, somehow, by the grace of God, I was
able to endure. We had so many people praying for our family and our little
champ.
At some point after returning to work, I was talking to my
mom on the phone about how I just couldn't handle it all. I was completely
overwhelmed. Working full-time, attending appointments, doing exercises with
Everett at home. She was reassuring me that I was doing a great job. She was
comforting me saying that most parents feel overwhelmed at times. I had two
children now. Not one, which was already a big change, but now, I also had one
with special needs.
What?
I have a child with special needs?...
Yes, Everett has needs that are special. Not every child has
what he has. So, yes, I guess I have a child with special needs. Everett is not
typically developing.
That sunk in deep that day. It was the first time I had
really thought about it.
I had to find other parents out there on this wild ride. I had
to. I prayed to God that he would allow me to find moms who knew what I was
going through. I needed that support. I felt lost.
I received messages from three women in the next two days
talking about their children’s therapy experiences. They also expressed their
prayers for us. God sending me love and encouragement through other moms.
A month or so went by, and I found a wonderful group on
Facebook with other parents whose children have hypotonia. It was like coming
home. I immediately felt a connection with the moms sharing their journey. We
all have different stories, but share a common bond.
God had a hand in guiding me to that group. No doubt. He
still guides me today. The power of prayer has been realized in Everett. I've
never felt it so strongly in my life.
Everett continues to show us every day how small steps can
lead to big success—each inchstone at a time. I am definitely a parent of a
special child.
This was wonderful and so relatable. I too have to stop for a second and tell my self that I'm a father of a child with special needs. You get so busy...and deal with so much...it just becomes the norm. Bravo to you for continuing to march on and finding the support you need!!
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