The Adventures of Bubu the Window Licker

Sofie is keeping us running around 12+ hours a day, so we thought we would return the favor and let her run off some energy at the gym. On Saturday we took her to the Little Gym for a class. We had so much fun. She did great. She handled it so much better than our last attempt in November. She seemed more comfortable in her skin. I really think the diet is helping calm her a bit. What is funny is that calming Sofie means helping her run MORE and yell MORE. There was so much congestion in that brilliant brain; I think the diet and therapy techniques are helping clear the fog more and more-every day. Ozzy and I were so happy to see Sofie running around the gym squealing. There were so many kids and Sofie didn't check out. She stayed in the moment. The first 20 minutes of class she was very present and seemed to be loving every second of it. And after the first 20 minutes, those shiny windows were calling to our little mischievous Bubu.

We could tell the chaos of a dozen children running around was getting to her. She was munching and sucking on her fingers, pulling on her ears, and licking the windows. These things she does are so intimate. The cute little blond girl having a tantrum next to us was getting way more attention than our sweet little window licker. Sofie's unique ways of coping are executed with a coolness that her parents certainly never came close to having. I hope she does these things in such a cool manner because she is so comfortable with herself. I never want to think she does it in such a quiet manner because she is trying to hide it. I really believe that little girl KNOWS who she is. She will have such a unique voice- she already does without saying a word. At the end of class, the teacher blew dozens of bubbles and all the other kids were waving their arms in excitement trying to pop as many as their little arms could. And in the middle of that storm of cute little arms was Sofie quietly walking with a smile on her face intently looking at all the bubbles and selecting bubbles one at a time to pop. How did we get so lucky to have such a sweet girl?

On the topic of sweetness, I need to share a story from gym class. Sofie was trying to lick one of the windows AGAIN and Ozzy gently picked her up and said "I know Sweetie, those windows are nice and cold but they aren't ours-so we can't lick them." He said it so naturally. It was the highlight of my weekend. We are doing great and as long as we remember to "live, love and repeat" we are going to grow stronger each day (even on the crappy days).

Love to all of our family and friends, we are the luckiest family in the world.

Cracking The Bubulubu Code

Today turned out to be an awesome day. I needed an awesome day. I felt like I hit the wall a bit yesterday. I was feeling like I didn't have a place to plant my feet with this whole diagnosis stuff. I have been offered emails and phone numbers of mothers with children diagnosed with autism, much older children. I don't want to know about anyone else's road traveled. Everything I read says that the journey ahead is going to be very unique. I met a mom with a three-year old diagnosed with autism. I loved talking to her. I felt like we were on the same chapter. We had different interpretations of the chapter but I didn't have to deal with spoiler alerts from parents that have 'been there.' I may sound bratty right now, but I don't want to know about how they know exactly what I'm going through because they qualify it with telling me how hard the road ahead is. I don't want to be prepped for the road ahead with stories of struggle. I met a woman that was very sweet and compassionate but scared the crap out of me. She has a child with an undiagnosed severe developmental disorder. The first thing out of  her mouth "Can she self-feed?" She goes on to tell me about all the services that are available to my 'special needs' child. And then she gives me some advice "Focus on your marriage. The divorce rate for children with special needs is very high." Okay, thank you. While this is a very good piece of advice I didn't want to hear it right now. This very sweet woman is coping with her own unique experience and I appreciate the advice but I didn't need to hear about divorce rates right now.

It reminds me of a quote from one of my favorite writers- David Sedaris. It was a short story about his mother's cancer battle and passing. He was tired of everyone trying to help him prepare for her death. He writes, "you can't prepare for famine, if you have never known hunger." He goes on to write that it is better to eat up and savor every bite. That is how I feel about the road ahead. Thank God I am not having to cope with something as serious as cancer but I am tired of well-meaning (very sweet) people trying to prepare me for what is ahead. I don't know what is ahead. And it isn't helping hearing about their struggles. Their struggles scare me and make me question if I am tough enough for the road they think I am on. I hope I am not coming off as ungrateful. Like I mentioned earlier, I hit the wall-which is why I needed today.

Sofie and I had a PJs day. I was tired of holiday errands and decided we just needed to play. The cold rainy day helped seal the decision. I spotted Sofie while she bounced on her trampoline for about a half hour AND she actually went down easy for her nap. VICTORY! I tried to begin some of Sofie's homework from the speech therapist-that didn't go as easy. I am starting a game with Sofie where instead of Sofie doing the sign for 'more' or pointing, she has to knock on my closed hand to reveal the object she wants. So far she gets really mad when I do it. But I try to remind myself that is how she felt about pointing at first. The game is supposed to lay the groundwork for the give-and-take of conversation. It's cause and effect. The therapist said anticipation is a big part of the puzzle. She gave me some hints on how to create moments of anticipation with Sofie. This idea of anticipation took this afternoon's playtime to the next level and officially made my day awesome.

For the thousandth time I started stacking blocks. And for the thousandth time Sofie quickly swatted the blocks away. I then remembered that the therapist said some kids will stack other objects. I had tried stacking random toys but I hadn't tried stacking books. So I began stacking books. "Mommy puts the book ON TOP..." Sofie didn't swat the books away but she didn't come over to me either. I wasn't very interesting, I guess. And then it dawned on me-anticipation. I have been performing this block routine for Sofie a thousand times but I never brought her into the performance. If you are watching a play you don't hop up on stage and join in. I thought I was acting out the task I wanted her to perform but she was just seeing a boring show. We tried forever with pointing in a similar failed effort. We performed 'pointing' countless times and it didn't mean anything to her. So I took the therapist's lesson to heart. I took the books and gave it another go but this time I added the important element of anticipation. "I'm going to put the book onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn top. Mommy is going to put the book onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...." And I saw Sofie give me this big smile while she looked at the book hovering above the table. She knew I needed her. She ran over and pushed her hand on top of the book telling me to put it on the table. "....Top! Yay Sofie!" We did this a few more times before she lost interest. This was huge! She did something similar when she began putting toys in her toy chest. I hope that means we have cracked the code on stacking! I got ambitious and switched to legos. I was fully prepared for this to fall flat but she went with it! I said "onnnnn...." and she pushed her little fingers on top of the block to attach it to the lego base. I was so happy. This made my week! The lows suck but these little victories reinvigorate me instantly.

After the blocks we just kept playing and being silly. I took a little cup and asked Sofie to put her pacifier in it. I helped her the first time and then she did it on her own from then on. She was a little Bubu possessed after that; she started taking all her toys and tried shoving them into this little plastic cup. It was so funny. We can work on spatial relations another day. Today was just wonderful and it didn't start out that way-that's a wonderful lesson. This afternoon was filled with giggles, laughing and rolling around on the floor. We have already come so far from where we were a month ago. Usually at this time of day Sofie was off in her magical world. But now she was running around playing with me. And with all the silliness Sofie found time to do her new job. She has the thankless job of throwing her toys over the half-wall that separates her playroom and the living room. She throws them back and forth. Object permanence has been a bit of question mark for us. I laugh thinking of her throwing her Abby doll over into oblivion and then coming around the wall saying "Are you kidding me? They have an Abby in here too? Oh well, let me make this one disappear too. Back to the playroom...Wait! Are you kidding me? Another Abby!?"

Today was great. I needed it. I'm going to go to sleep happy. Tomorrow is more therapy. Live. Love. Repeat.

Learning to think outside the box

I have wanted to write every night this week but holiday preparations and sleepiness kept me from the keyboard. I keep hitting backspace because my typed words feel too small, too simple for our story. So much is happening each day, where to begin?

Our little Bubulubu is doing amazingly well. We are so proud of her. The new diet is a miracle. Anyone who stumbles on this blog that is looking for answers for their little one, please understand what I mean by miracle. The diet has helped clear the fog that was keeping our little girl so far away from us. Sofie is present for the majority of the day. She is making great eye contact. The time she spends in her "magical little world" is minimal compared to where she was prior to the diet change. But the diet hasn't helped her find the words she lost (at least not yet). She is babbling a bit, which is wonderful... but no words yet. For the tireless researcher (also known as a concerned parent), please understand the GFCF diet is a tool not a cure. We feel really confident that the diet change will make Sofie more receptive to the therapy she is starting.

We have such high hopes for the therapy and that is scary. It is sometimes scary to let yourself daydream about where we will be six months or a year from now. When we got the diagnosis I felt like I finally had footing after months and months of being adrift. I felt like we had something to build a plan around. This past week the doctors have made me feel like I was a fool to march forward with such certainty. I knew there were SO many unknowns but at least we had a name for what was going on: Autism. Now they are throwing out observations that carry a lot of weight for me because they are "professionals". But these professionals seem like they are just making guesses based on how my toddler acts on a particular day. The neurologist thought it was premature to "label" Sofie with autism and thinks she is just doing things on her own time. Great news right? And he follows up this observation with an innocent anecdote to explain Sofie's severe language delay. He says he had patient who was diagnosed with autism and after years of not saying a word an MRI revealed that the language center of his brain was malformed from birth and he didn't actually have autism. What a cheery story. What am I supposed to think? The neurologist was kind and spent a lot of time with us. He did his best to answer all my questions. And that was the disheartening thing. This was his best and he was offering anecdotes about patients and stories about his late-talking kids. Telling me his "gut" felt Sofie wasn't autistic. He didn't offer any explanation for why Ms. Bubu likes to go to her magical world where you can wave your hand an inch from her face and she stares right through it. He didn't explain why Sofie doesn't want to point to objects she wants. But this was his best. This man is a specialist and he was diagnosing autism based on his gut. Autism is a mystery to everyone apparently. No wonder parents seek refuge on message boards and alternative therapy websites and books. One thing that made me feel very positive after the doctor's visit was the fact that the neurologist seemed so bored by Sofie. He sees very sick kids and Sofie is a healthy vibrant girl. It's a wonderful feeling to have a pediatric neurologist think your child shouldn't be in his office. We also had a follow-up with our pediatrician. She seemed short on answers too. But she said that we are smart to move ahead with the therapy and that she was happy with Sofie's eye contact during the appointment and was hopeful about the future. She said there is a lot of room on "the spectrum" and that time will tell us where Sofie fits on it.

It's confusing to be given so many opinions. I felt weird after the neurologist appointment. When we got home I noticed the evaluation arrived in the mail. THE evaluation, the one that diagnosed Sofie with autism. It was very long and detailed in explaining their findings. It scored Sofie as 14 months old socially and emotionally. And it scored her as 5 months old in regards to language. That's sobering. But reading the report it reminded me where we were a month ago. That was a different kid. The evaluation describes a toddler that roamed around the room and didn't look anyone in the eye, not once. It mentioned how Sofie was silent and never responded to her name. Seeing it all put out there in a two page report wasn't scary like I thought it would be. It was so much scarier when those observations were floating around in my head. Seeing it on paper just reminded me of how far we have come in one month. This diet is lifting the fog. We are moving forward. It was a great feeling after so much confusion with the doctors.

I apologize to anyone reading this, I am rambling so much tonight. My thoughts are all over the place. I will definitely have to get back to writing more often. There is far too much in my head.

I think with all this confusion I am learning that I need to embrace the diagnosis without letting it define Sofie. I don't KNOW if Sofie has Autism. She is showing a lot of signs of having mild autism. But she is also contradicting a lot of autism stereotypes. She loves hugs and kisses. She loves a good mess and taking things apart. She sleeps great. She eats well. She loves going to new places. All these wonderful things are making the professionals scratch their heads. It may be scary sometimes but overall it feels amazing to be the mother of someone so unique. She doesn't fit any labels. Isn't that amazing? My child is a true individual. She is such an individual that it appears she sees the world in a different way. She isn't blind to the world around her; she just sees it differently. When I think of it that way the road ahead doesn't seem as overwhelming. I don't feel like I have to make every decision based on a diagnosis. I just need to know my child. I just need to see her for who she is. I can do that.

Sofie's play therapist helped me with that realization. She came on Thursday to observe Sofie. She was attempting to get Sofie to stack blocks. Sofie knocked them over each time. And she made a point of scattering them all over the room. I was only seeing that Sofie was falling short of what the therapist wanted her to do. I sighed and said "She never wants to put anything together. She only likes taking things apart." The therapist said that Sofie thinks it makes sense for things to be apart. She isn't 'stuck' on the idea of chaos...she just prefers it. That gave me pause, I never thought of it that way. And then the therapist took Sofie's block box. It is this little box with a top that has shapes cut out. I have often tried to get Sofie interested in putting the accompanying blocks in those little cut-out holes. The therapist tried a couple of times to get Sofie to put the blocks in the box. Each time Sofie grabbed the box and ripped the top off and threw it behind her. I interjected "See? She loves taking things apart. It makes it hard to do games like that." And with that the therapist took the discarded top and placed it on the floor in front of Sofie. The therapist began taking the little plastic shapes and fitting them into the holes. She handed Sofie a little plastic star and she began trying to fit it into the square hole. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Was it really that simple? Was I stuck in the box (so to speak)? Sofie sees the world differently. Why was I fighting that? She is exceptional. Why am I killing myself everyday for her to be an average kid? I just need to see her. If I see her maybe I can help her see me and maybe one day call me 'Mommy.' I think that day will come.