Check out day

  

It was our last day and we planned to make the best of it. The night before we told the kids the plan. As soon as we woke up we were to get in our beach where and head out to the beach for one hour followed by the pool for another hour. This would give us enough time to go back to room, wash up and clear out. Plan ago. We were up early, as usual, so we headed out to the beach as planned with the kids and sand buckets. 

Things were going well. The beach was fairly empty still and the kids were having great fun. E had seemed to learn to stay closer to the shore line after a wave toppled him over yesterday. He mostly played with the sand trying to build a mote. N was flopping around in the water still looking for shells, lava rocks and bits or coral. My daughter was in her glory playing with two little babies digging in the sand. Everything was calm and all appeared to be happy.

Then, without warning E took off down the beach. I called for him to turn back but he didn’t listen. He just kept running following the shore line, so at this point I now had to become an Olympic sprinter and start after him. Gosh, it is terribly difficult running in sand and my feet are torn up from all the broken seashells I stepped on during the chase. Finally, I grab him. Thankfully, he gets to close to the water and a wave hits him and slows him down. After I catch my breath, while still holding him, I ask him “Why did you run away?” He just looked at me and laughed “I was going on an adventure.” I began to tell him about the dangers of running into the ocean alone. That he doesn’t know how to swim and if something happened maybe we wouldn’t be able to help him. I asked him “what happens if you go in the water and you can’t swim? He replied “I would drown.”  So he gets it but why he doesn’t follow the rules is beyond me. My husband says he is fearless and it’s true but he is also wreck-less. Then again, he is only 6. We left the beach after this. I was done.

As I played in the pool with the kids, I thought about what could have set him off on his run. He doesn’t like the sand feeling, the birds were flying over, the crowd was starting to grow and there were more voices near by, the crashing of the waves, the wind was blowing and his sister was screeching.  That couldn’t of been it because he said he was “going on an adventure.” He may possibly have an ear infection again, those often make him unsettled. Or maybe he just felt like running. Though he is improving, E’s explications are never solid, so I may never know.

I see parents lounging back on beach chairs and their kids playing nice on the beach. Staying close or

Sprinting position

constantly checking in while their parents read or close their eyes. Their is a trust their and a level of comfort we do not have with our kids. I was able to do it with N and EM more this trip but E just kept me up on guard. Seeing this often makes me question the type of parent I am. Maybe I’m not as good as those parents. That I’m not doing something right. Then I brush away those negative thoughts and move on. I watched as he played in the sand. He was content but always looked like he was prepared to sprint off at any given moment. Which he did end up doing. It must be nice to sit back like that, enjoy the sounds of the beach and just be in a relaxed state. Those parents don’t realize how lucky they are to have those moments come easy. I long for that day. I believe it will come but with a great deal of hard work on our end. Well worth it if we can get him their.

There were a few outbursts in the car and likely from being locked down for so long. Despite some of the stresses of the trip, overall, we had a great trip. The kids were happy and we were happy to give them this experience. The more we expose them to things, the better their chances are of having a full and happy life that prepares them for the real world because the real world is rough.

We are blessed for sure.

With love and dedication anything is possible!

A full day, play by play

This morning started off with great calm. First E woke up but still wanted to cuddle which was fine with me as it bought me a few more minutes of sleep. Much needed rest since I stayed up most of the night worried he would wake up and "explore" his way out of the room.

We headed out to eat which was surprisingly not a disaster. I am not sure if the coffee drop I gave him helped him relax and enjoy or if it was still early and we sat far back in the restaurant where it was less noisy. Either way, he sat ate some of his meal without raising a fuss. N just kept reading so we had to constantly remind him to eat. Only towards the end when we all were wrapping up did E start to get a bit difficult. Fortunately, it was just as we were getting ready to leave so that saved us from public scrutiny.

After breakfast, we went to the beach, which was nice for the kids. I am not sure I handle the beach well at all. Actually, I am positive I didn’t but with good reason, I think. My husband and I disagree here. I feel it is important to teach basic rules first and then we can explore extending those rules. For instance, I believe it is important that E be aware of the dangers that the beach presents and the importance of NEVER going into the water past his ankles because he can’t swim and can easily be slept away. Also, if he understands these rules as Gods word, then my hope is that if he ever finds himself alone near a body of water, he will not enter it with out his grownup. On the other hand my husband believes that I should let him have fun as he inches his way past the acceptable zone just because he is present and allows E to set the limits. If I wasn’t there, I am sure he would have been further out. I should note that my husband can barely swim, so having him on swim guard is a bit unnerving.  An adventurer himself, he forgets about the dangers or the importance of rules and structure for a child like E. Either way I was stressed. N kept asking me if I was OK which made me feel even worse. I wanted to have fun with them, it was just hard.

Then they were supposedly going to the playground but E hoodwinked my husband and took his chance and ran (Dad gives E way to much space between them), E proceeded to run up a twenty foot staircase to go down a slide I forbid him from doing. Then when I tell them both that I saw what happened, my husband tells E, “I told you that we would get in trouble.” That didn’t seem very supportive but I guess someone had to be the bad guy. My husband does try and I know he is just trying to be the best dad he knows how to be. I just wish he would really hear me when I express my worries and concerns in situations like this.  I’m sure he has a few choice complaints about me as well. In any case, I tried to push through though under my breathe I did say a few choice words to my husband, who I think desperately wishes I was a bit easier to deal with too.

After a short break in the hotel room for lunch, the kids wanted some TCBY. We wanted to see them enjoying themselves and needed to get out of the room so we went. All three were wonderful. They picked their flavors and sat , most of the time. My daughter was wiggly but ate with out being told. E was overjoyed but became fixated on where the man went that served the ice cream. At this point, he started searching the TCBY for him. Wanting to go behind the counter.  So that was small, but we easily redirected him and were able to get out with no issues.

Ripleys - E was in no mood for pictures

Then against MY better judgment, we went to Ripley's Believe it or Not. Honestly, I was going to divide the kids up at this point but E wanted to go. I hated the idea of leaving him out in the first place, so I said we would try it. Worst thing is we would have to leave. Actually, the worst thing would be us tossed out for E breaking something but I was hopeful he wouldn’t.

Things started off wrong right from the start. E wants space. He rarely likes to hold hands. Often I am tugging him back or running after him. He refuses to where a harness so the moment I tugged him and reminded him to stay close or to stop trying to put things in his mouth, he screamed as if Lucifer himself had shown up. I gave him some space while cornering him off waiting for calm and speaking to him with a gentle voice, reassuring him that we were going to go in. Once in, I tried not to restrain him to much but stay close. Dad did his job in monitoring E while I tended to the other kids. E always looked for me when he wanted me to see something but I don’t think he would have called for me if he was lost in the crowd. He was like a pinball, bouncing from one exhibit to the next. The stress was elevating for all of us and I could see he was excited. Excitement often leads to unpredictable behaviors. We are still working on expressing excitement.

Ripley's was over and I was relieved. As we walked back down the stairs, it led us to....an

Of course it’s an alien game

ARCADE!! Oh the horror. Forget the spooky Oddities they had, this felt like a nightmare. Immediately, the chase was on. It was “Oh, can I do this one?” as he ran from us to do it. My loving husband, who wants to see his kids happy said yes before I had a chance to reply to the request. I could have done without the running around but the kids did OK for a bit.  My daughter was a champion player  on the nerf game and even beat her big brother a few times. It wasn’t until the money ran out that E had a full on meltdown. First sitting on the floor staking his claim to the game he didn’t get to play. Here it became a challenge for me. Usually, I try to remain calm as strangers with their judging eyes glare at us but this is often anxiety inducing. I get down to his eye level but he turns from me. Pro move. Then I touch his arm and he screams as if I was trying to abduct him. He starts hitting and tried to bite me. Now I’m having hot flashes and tell him, “I’m sorry E but we are done. I have no more money to spend here. Enough!”

He walks out only to sit outside and protest a bit more. I tell him that “we can go home now if he likes or we can do one more day of vacation. those were his options. that he needed to help us help him calm down.” He sat frustrated but eventually surrendered, gave me a kiss and held my hand down the steps. Then told me “I don’t want you, I want daddy”, i replied, “If you want daddy right now, that is okay with me.” And he walked over to his dad, held hands and got in the car easy. We went back to the hotel where he soon after fell asleep next to his daddy. It was a long day for him.

As the twins slept, I took the time to go shell hunting alone with N. It was so great to be out on the beach with the calming sound of the ocean,  now able to enjoy my oldest son in his element, exploring nature. We talked for two hours and I even let him have chocolate cake at 9 pm. Wild fun! Haha!

We hit a few rough batches today but over all, it was a good day.

We are blessed for sure. With love and dedication anything is possible!

Ask and you shall receive

Remember how a couple of posts back I was joking about needing to get away. Well, ask and you shall receive. My husband surprised me with an impromptu vacation. It’s really more like a trip because of the time constraints and because a vacation for me would be without the kids. 

Traveling with the kids is rough. First they never stop asking the famous “Are we there yet?” They NEVER go to the bathroom at the same time, and one wants the radio on while the other wants it off. It’s too cold, It’s too hot. I think you get it. My daughter loves to sing in a high pitch operatic voice that reminds me of the movie where Meryl Streep portrays a woman described as the worst opera singer of all time. Now, don’t get me wrong, when my daughter sings in her normal sweet voice, she sounds like an angel. Lately, I think she has been exploring pitch and she is way high, to the point of piercing. As I write this, she is testing out her sounds. Fun! Do we discourage this? No. I want her to sing even if she sometimes hits a sour note or two. It’s my reminder that she is happy and that my ears are functioning. 

Finally, we made it to Myrtle Beach but still had another 30 minutes to get our hotel. So we took the kids to to a great little park called Savannah’s Playground to burn off some energy. It had your typical playground equipment but other cool stuff. Most importantly it had a six foot fence around it. It’s probably one of the first parks I ever felt comfortable going to. It had some really cool slides and a zip line for the kids. The kids loved it. E was in his element. The park is known as a great sensory park for special needs kids but is open for all. And then...

We went to the hotel where E went nuts. The kids were already excited about being at the beach and that the hotel had its own water park. E was over-the-top. His enthusiasm could not be contained. He was opening and slamming draws and cabinet doors. Screaming with joy because the hotel room had it’s own spoons and toaster. So as we changed clothes for the water park, I began to realize that this could potentially go south fast but I wanted to be optimistic and have fun. My goal was to be calm mom and not get anxious. We were fine up until we walked on to the water park grounds. The minute he saw the giant slide his eyes opened wide as did mine but for very different reasons. He was thinking that thing is going to be amazing. My thoughts were more along the lines of this 20 foot slide is going to be the cause of my aneurysm. I chased up the later with him and tried to seem excited. When we reached the top I was still hopeful that the man would tell us your too short. Took the measurements and I wasn’t so lucky. E sits on the slide and pushes himself. Sitting up instead of laying flat on his back, he takes the first curve and nearly flips out of the tube. Then he is flipped backwards and I saw a glimmer of panic in his eye but he hits another turn, where he flips again and it turns him around, then splash. He loves it! Meanwhile I am a horrible anxious mess thinking that I could have lost him on that first curve. He didn’t care, he wanted to do it again.

So needless to say I am extremely stressed out at this point. I figure if we could just get him in the pool and keep him there, I might be able to salvage this trip. N keeps swimming over to me to check on me because he “Don’t like how your face looks right now Mama. I’m worried for you.” I try to reassure him, but I know he is right. Because what I was feeling was straight anxiety over lack of control. Truthfully, it was my lack of control over E. I could see the park was having its affects on him. When my husband held his hand to get his attention and remind him of the rules. His legs looked like they want to leave his body and walk away with out him. He was on sensory overload. I knew I needed to get him in a quiet place but he was also trying to have his best version of fun. It just involved him running in and out of pool or at some points, jumping into shallow pools including a jacuzzi. I was so done. I wanted to scream DONE and leave. Not an option, I still had the other two who were having fun. So I stuck with it with the hopes that eventually he would even out and he did.

We finally got to a place where we were all in the same place and wanted to stay there. From there I started to feel my chest relax and i was able to take control of my breathes again. Though the start was challenging, it ended on a high note. Not to say that anxiety isn't the captain of my ship, it is still in control. While he sleeps all I can think about is how to keep him from the balcony or oven, I might then be able to go to sleep.

Still a day and a half to go, so lets see what tomorrow brings. For now, we are all curled up, and i’m Doing my best to appreciate the good parts of the day.

We are blessed for sure.

With love and dedication anything is possible!

Mom needs a vacation

I know I am not alone when I tell you all that I am ready for the kids to go back to school. I have been doing more running around over the summer then the school year. Juggling from taking care of my kids to caring for my parents. I’m spent and ready for my vacation to start...the school year.

Fond memories of Mr. Softee

My kids seem to think that they deserve all these fun camps. My son told me in his whinniest voice, “I worked hard all school year and this is my reward.” I shared with him that when I was a kid, my reward for doing well in school was chasing after a Mr. Softee truck in 100 degree weather, buying a oh so cooling Ice Cream cone or a frozen rocket pop and enjoying it as it melted in my hand. I never attended one single camp as a kid and I turned out just fine. However, where we live, kids don’t play much outside over the summer, they all seem to go to camp. So despite my not wanting to join in with “the Jones’” I send my kids to camp.

Now exhausted and drained from all the running around, the playing kitchen, ghost mom and explaining things over and over again, I am reminded of a commercial from when I was a kid. This may show my age but do any of you remember this commercial... “Calgon, Take Me Away” It was a popular commercial in the late 70’s, early 80’s.

I can relate to the first ten seconds of this video as many parents can. Often I feel like I am in charge of everything and feel increasingly overwhelmed especially because my kids require a great deal of juggling during the school year. The summer is like a three ring circus. 

As a kid, I laughed at this silly commercial. I couldn’t relate at all and thought it was ridiculous that she thought a bath could fix her problems. That thought still holds true. However, these day, I do relate to the sense of feeling overwhelmed and frustrated and how a calming bath could potentially help ease some of the stress. Watching it now, I still laugh because I’m like what was she complaining about?  She gets to take a long bath in that giant tub. I don’t even have time to fill my small tub before some little person comes knocking on the door or jumps in for themselves. 

As I write this, my youngest son is asking me to repair his toy hedgehog “He needs surgery!” And my daughter, is requesting that I change her splint for her broken finger. Yeah did I mention that she broke her finger over the summer on the exact same day she broke her collarbone last year. Yea! So “Calgon, take me away” but like really away, far away....please!!!

Clearly, I joke about it all because thats the only way to survive it most days. Laughing at myself is my coping skill. How do you manage when your kids are driving you a bit bonkers or to the end of your rope?  

Hope you all are fairing well this summer and looking forward to a pleasant start to a new school year, I know I am. 

We are blessed for sure.

With love and dedication anything is possible!

Vacation was a learning experience

Vacation Travels 

My husband and I use to love to travel. With our first son we continued to travel though most trips were kept within the states. Yet, since the twins birth, we as a family have not taken any trips. The past three years have been strictly focused on adjusting to life with multiples and my singleton. We decided it was time to take a vacation.

We headed to Pennsylvania to visit my friends, then to New York and New Jeresy to visit more family and friends. 

The road trip wasn't as bad as I imagined. We stopped five times so we could allow the kids some play time. Making sure the boys got in some sensory time. We went to one park near Madison University that my kids absolutely loved. It was completely made of wood and it was like a jig-saw puzzle and maze in one. Great fun.

Pennsylvania went great. My friends house is pretty big and full of stuff for kids, so my kids were entertained. E seemed to love the staircase. We all must have gone up those stairs at lest 10-15 times. I was so proud of E because despite it being a new place with sort of new faces he adjusted fairly well. He even gave out some hugs and hand holding. If you knew him a year ago,  you would know that this is a huge deal. 

Then came Jersey and seeing grandparents. He loves them and so I know he would be excited to see them. But we didn't give him much time to adjust to new space or place. We dragged him in hotel room, then dragged him back out to take him to a park. I went on the insistence of others but was weary of how he would do. He didn't like the change of car,room,car, stroller. He fought us on that but once we let him play he was happy. He was running from one end to another because it was a great deal of stimuli for him. He was happy and enjoying himself so I let him have his fun. 

The next day was when things went bad for a moment. I thought that we were going to the zoo. I planned mostly quiet and serene activities for kids.  What I wasn't prepared for was the amusement park next to the zoo. It's nothing big just a few rides for kids and a few games. But for E, it must have been a nightmare. Kids screaming, bells going off, the rides making their own specific noises and then the voices, so many. He went on one ride ok, the train. E really liked it but I think it was so exciting for him that it spun him out. We tried the carousel but he wanted no part of it. He wanted to go on a car but he couldn't decide which one he wanted and then refused to be buckled in. "I want red car." I took him to red car but the inside was yellow, "No, I want red car!" Now I was questioning his knowledge of colors. Switching from car to car, finally I got him buckled in, he freaked. I asked them to stop ride. He was wailing and kicking. Scratching at my face and glasses. Even ripped some hair out. That's when I experienced it. I started to see people as if they were talking about us, starring, pointing, perhaps even criticizing. One woman was even bold enough to say "Wow,  looks like you have wild one there. Is he always like that?" Not sure why people feel the need to comment or shame you. She was lucky I was with my kids.  Then E ripped and tore at me again as we tried to leave park. His dad then took over. I broke down in tears. This place, a place most kids would love, was obviously painful, perhaps even tortuous for E. We had to get him out of there. 

I sucked up my tears and jumped back into super mom mode. His dad tried a ride with him but that didn't go well either. I grabbed him and took him out of amusement park. Found a quiet spot and calmed him. He was wound up bad. So I let him walk a bit but he was running and tossing himself on ground. I took him and sat him in the stroller. Hydrated him but he tossed the bottle around instead. I let him. Even made it into a bit of a silly game. We started to move. Things got quieter and calmer. He was finally silent. We looked at animals and eventually he fell asleep. It was all to much for him, exhausted by his outburst he slept. Kind of like how a computer has to reboot after a system crash. 

After that,  the remainder of the trip went fairly easy. E had a few small outburst but nothing like the one he had at the Flushing Park. My new mantra "Face, Space and Place." Give my son E enough time to adjust to people even if he already knows them. Don't allow people to come at him fast, loud or touch him. And be sure to find a quiet place were ever we go. 

I recently watched this video from The National Autistic Society and I found it to be very insightful. It gives the Autistic perspective of the world around them. Whether you know or don't think you know anyone with Autism you should watch this. I watched it in a dark room with headphones and held the smart phone close to my eyes to really try to give myself the feel of the video. Try it, see if you can make it to the end comfortably. It changed the way I see everything now. Click HERE for video

NOTE OF THANKS:

I want to thank the staff at the Fantasy Forest Flushing Meadow Carousel and Amusement Park. They gave me a red band to wear that noted to staff that we had a special needs child that would require more time to adjust to rides, require a gentle approach and made them alert incase of wondering/dangers. They were super with E. Even when he was screaming and fighting,  they remained calm and supportive of us. Though it was a nightmare for E, my other two kids loved it. I appreciated the care they showed us. 

Now all I need is a vacation from my vacation. We arrived home and happy but emotionally and physically drained. It will be awhile before we go on any vacations again.