Splendid Mayhem: Bodily Functions

Welcome To Holland

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Bodily Functions

Parker pee-peed on the potty this morning (for the first time EVER at home!). We did a happy dance and clapped and he got a 'ummy'. (AKA gummy worm) He also talked me into stopping at the Golden Arches for a sausage biscuit.

Moral of the story: Pee in the potty

He peed in the potty twice at daycare today (halfway on the floor once.) His response to the floor mishap, "Oh".

Tonight I sit completely freaking out about exams, the stinker takes off his pull-up and poops on my floor. It hits the pillow on the way down. This incident took maybe 30 seconds. Not long enough for me to catch it. So, I have a poop mess on my floor and pillow (this is why I love not having carpet!)

Little dude goes and finishes on the toilet. He squeezes out a drop (pellet, whatever) and requests a 'ummy' and the dance. We did it, of course reminding him that we START and FINISH pooping in the pot! Silly kid!