8 whole years of our miracle

Where did those 8 years go? And what an incredible young girl she has become-fiesty, funny, caring, not to mention lego-obsessed. 

After sharing G’s story with some friends from church today, I quietly reflected on my thankfulness for our babe. During this time I was reminded of my pregnancy and how one consultant didn’t believe I’d still be pregnant by the time I returned for my next appointment 4 weeks later. Oh how wrong she was. It was a good job we believed. G smashed the odds, God smashed the odds!

School’s out of lockdown : G has been to school during lockdown as she had keyworker status due to my job in education. Whilst I was somewhat nervous given that the whole country had been plunged back into a national lockdown, I knew it was the right move for G. She needs routine, stability and not me as her teacher! So the return to school this week wasn’t really a big deal, except that she no longer had 11 in her form, she had a full class of friends again. 

It’s not what you know, it’s who: After nearly 2 years of being on the waiting list for an autism assessment, and an occupational therapy appointment to address concerns over fine motor skills, I took matters into my own hands and wrote a letter to our local community paediatrician team. It was a known fact that we’d somehow ‘dropped off the system’ but nearly 2 years on nothing had been done to rectify that. 

Within two days I had a phonecall, which resulted in a telephone appointment that day, and an occupational therapy assessment and autism assessment were both confirmed for later this month. 

The wonderful paediatrician taking on our case and fighting our corner? Only a mother of two children that I taught a few years back. I shouldn’t be celebrating the fact that the system was slightly broken and that it took someone who (by chance) knew me, but boy I’m incredibly grateful. She’s vowed to take us on and ensure we get all that we need. Though I’m not convinced as to what results an assessment for autism via Teams will yield... 

Upside down and round and round: G is an absolute sensory seeker, she craves movement. Her ultimate 8th birthday gift  was a spinning, pink office chair for her bedroom. Though I’m not sure she will ever stay still long enough to be able work at her desk on it! If she’s not zooming round in circles on her chair, she’s upside down on the sofa or bed or floor perfecting her headstands and handstands. Her enrolment in gymnastics after lockdown cannot come soon enough. 

No caravanning for G: For the second March running, we’ve not been able to take our annual trip to G’s beloved holiday park. The effects of COVID have been far more devastating for so many families, so in the grand scheme of life it’s no biggy. It’s just it’s G’s happy place, and she’s a creature of habit.

‘We’re Brownie Guides we’re Brownie Guides we’re here to lend a hand.....’ After nearly a year at Brownies, and having never physically attended, G was finally enrolled in Brownies! We had a zoom enrolment complete with the Brownie promise but sadly no toadstool. Next stop, attending an actual real session with real people and no computers.  Hopefully, eventually. 

That’s us for now, eternally thankful 💜

Santa is dairy free!

When we visited Santa in his Christmas barn several weeks ago, the one thing that stuck in G's mind was Santa saying he was lactose free and thus wanting a dairy free chocolate cake as opposed to a mince pie this Christmas. 

I think G was secretly chuffed to find someone else with similar food intolerances. We still don't know if her issues with gluten are caused by coeliac disease, which is linked to Turner Syndrome. I'm not brave enough to feed her gluten every single day for 6 whole weeks!
She told me the other day that she would like to open a gluten and dairy free restaurant where she could eat everything on the menu. I'll be her first customer...

G has been having ongoing tummy trouble, and since she's no longer under a dietician or gastroenterologist, I took her to our GP - six months plus of daily tummy woes is quite long enough. He's concluded that, once some bloods have been taken (AGHHHH) just to cover all bases, it is most likely to be 'anxious tummy' 'reflux/heartburn' or a mixture of the two. So once I muster up the courage to take her to the hospital for what is now SEVERAL sets of bloods, we will hopefully know more. And at the very least try her on some reflux medication.

In other news:

SCHOOL NATIVITY: Well I never, did you ever hear of aliens at the nativity?! Little G stood proudly on the stage at this year's school nativity and recited her multiple sets of lines whilst doing her best alien impression. This babe has taken 4 years to stand on the stage at the annual Turner Syndrome show WITHOUT bursting in to tears, running off, or point blank refusing to join in with one dance. So we were incredibly surprised at her willingness to partake, and her confidence. We were beaming with joy as we watched alien number two...

WINTER GERMS: G was doing so well with no ear infections and just a streaming nose (nothing new there). So when she started having temperature spikes of 40 degrees in the penultimate week of term, we knew she was ready to crash. One dress rehearsal, two performances, one panto, two sending homes, a fainting and vomiting episode and lots of scary temperature spikes later, and G was done. We called time on school two days early as our poor girl was exhausted and drained. She's still not right, but at least we have another 8 days of not having to rush up and out to school. Whether her low immune system is linked to her Turner Syndrome, I'm not sure, but this year we've had a slightly better run up to Christmas than normal. I'll take that!

SCHOOL PANTO: She went! She was determined to go. I so wanted to be there with her. I KNEW she wouldn't cope. That the lights, the sound, the worry, the potential of 'baddies' would be too overwhelming. And it was... However for what it was worth, her teacher got her through. She was in tears for quite some time, and wanted to leave, but they pushed her through. G has since talked about the panto - the bits she enjoyed, and even getting her little brother to re-enact some of the boos and hisses. But that said, she's already told me that she won't be going next year. And nor will I make her.

ANXIETY: When G told me that on Friday's she had been sending her friends in to the playground to look for a boy who had once, on a Friday, pulled her glasses off her face and thrown them on to the floor, I knew she was struggling with her anxiety. When she started getting upset from Wednesday night onwards, not falling asleep until gone 9/10pm and having epic morning meltdowns (more so than normal). I knew we needed to do something. This one incident at school is not the sole cause of her anxiety, she has anxiety about many things (not being with me and her brother during the day, having to sit still during phonics, going to swimming), but it reminded me that she doesn't have five year old levels of anxiety. Her levels are FAR, far greater.

Now I am on a mission to get some support for her. Starting with school, and her paediatrician. Anxiety is associated with Turner Syndrome, and it's a trait of both mine and her dad so she almost has a triple whammy (sorry babe!).  But we'll do our absolute best to help her. Calming music, a fibre optic light and a lava lamp are currently being trialled at bedtime. She was asleep by 8:15pm this evening :)

So, apart from still having not taken her for THAT blood test, that is us.
Hoping you have had a joyful Christmas, and wishing you a peaceful New Year full of love and kindness.

A whopping 7cm!

We knew that G had grown - her aged 3 school trousers had suddenly become ankle swingers, and her smallest size school T-shirts were quickly morphing into cropped tops, but we didn't quite realise just HOW much she'd grown.

So when we attended G's endocrine appointment several weeks ago, we were astounded to find out that not only had she grown nearly 7cm in 7 months, but she had jumped a centile on the growth charts too. To put that in to context - G had a period of 16 months (or thereabout) where she only grew around 8cm. This infact was the period of slow growth that triggered the start of her growth hormone injection. 

HOW AMAZING.

We are so lucky that G can receive this treatment. Sure she still has a grumble about her daily injection, and the breakthrough of not needing a numbing ice cube was only short lived, but she is still a trooper. She's more than that...SHE'S AMAZING.

A difficult topic of conversation

One aspect of Turner Syndrome that I am still to get my head around, is the lack of functioning ovaries, which sadly for most means not being able to create and carry a biological child. This is still a subject that G has little to no understanding of, and is something that we want to drip feed to her sooner rather than later. I'm currently researching stories and books to give rise to such discussions.

Last year I was lucky enough to partake in a textiles project which aimed to give a voice to mothers of girls with Turner Syndrome, and specifically voice our views on infertility. What a fantastic day, and what a beautiful project. The quilt that was produced was a masterpiece. It spoke a thousand words. I can't wait to write a blog about this. Watch this space.  

Conference

I can't believe that I haven't blogged about the TSSS 2017 conference! What an incredible, informative, heart-warming weekend it was. From the uplifting performances at the Saturday night Ball, to the mum's heart-to-heart where we could pour out our deepest thoughts and worries. Lay our souls bare. And every one in the room knows exactly how you feel. Every. Single. One. 

G didn't cope quite so well with the weekend. Over-excited, over-tired, over-stimulated and totally out-of-routine was our girl. It was melt-down central. (Gosh it's hyphen central too!). That said, it was worth it. She had a ball. And what we get out of it, as a family, is well worth the  tears and tantrums! Plus some of my favourite people were at conference. Miss you already xx

A HUGE thank you goes out to Arlene, Carlene, everyone at the society and the guest speakers. I learn more in one weekend than I do throughout the rest of the year or from any other health professional. 

Appointments

Ears and eyes - check. Back in six months time.

Endocrine - check. Back in six months. Although a referral to a large children's hospital, who offer a dedicated Turner Syndrome clinic, is hopefully on the cards. Daily growth hormone increased slightly. 

No appointments before Christmas now - CHECK!

School

This year was the first time that I viewed the count down to half term in a totally different light. Normally, as a teacher I am willing the next holiday to make an appearance quick sharp. HECK we teachers have an actual countdown, usually in our diaries, and from the first day of term!
Whereas come October I was secretly hoping to skip half term. G needs routine, loves school, and without either she could potentially have been a handful... That said, G was in desperate need of a break. As of September, her immune system seemed to take a leave of absence, so a week at home was necessary for medicinal purposes.

In actual fact I LOVED my week with my biggest babe. I hadn't realised just how much I had missed her since she started school. We had lots of fun, baked cakes, played in the park, and shared cugs and kisses with baby H. 

G has settled in to school really well, and loves sharing her daily learning with us. The school have been incredibly supportive of any needs that arise due to  her Turner Syndrome. 

A report from the occupational therapist regarding some of her struggles (fine motor skills, concentration, sensory processing disorder), along with their own observations and our input have resulted in G receiving the support that she needs. We were also pleased to learn that school share similar views to us with respect to G displaying traits of Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD). She definitely ticks the boxes for the three main aspects - hyperactive, impulsive and inattentive. As this can fall under the umbrella of Turner Syndrome, no EXTRA diagnosis is needed, and again the school are putting measures in place to aid G. Granted, not much support is required yet, but they are willing to do the leg work as and when it is needed.
Happy G, happy mummy and daddy!
Mental note for mummy-stop it with the 'sit still and concentrate'... 

In other news...

I'm sure I had other news?! My brain doesn't work any more! I'll update this section as and when some of my brain cells start to function again.... I did eat a mince pie, tune my DAB radio to Xmas Magic, and watch some Christmas adverts today. Bet you wanted to know that important info didn't you!

LOVE YOU FOREVER AND ALWAYS LITTLE G

Tomorrow marks the first day of...

.....G being off sick from school. GUTTED. 

This past week my social media has been flooded with first day pictures. And tomorrow I'd have joined the brigade of proud parents by showing off our girl on her first day of big school (remembering of course to take internet safety into account!).
However.....it's that time of year where our babe starts to pick up whatever germs are doing the rounds. Result? Mummy having to call in sick for her. On her FIRST day.

Some sort of upper respiratory virus and a urinary tract infection are the culprits of G's ridiculously high (40 degree +) temperature. In true G style, it all came on suddenly and when usual 9-5 GP services are non operational. Thank goodness for our local walk in centre, they are amazing.
Hopefully after a couple of doses of antibiotics and some much needed rest, she'll be able to start on Tuesday or Wednesday.

Poor sausage, she has been counting down for literally the past 63 days (tick chart and all). I'd even had to experiment with stain remover on her new uniform due to her insistence on roleplaying her first week of school. It has been a long summer holiday!

In other news:

We've a frenzy of appointments coming up.... eyes (to further assess G's short sightedness), ears (only one infection in the past year!!), physio assessment (balance and coordination issues), occupational therapy assessment (sensory issues) and the much anticipated first growth check with the endocrinologist.
Can you believe it's been nearly six months since we embarked on the daily growth injection journey?! Our first significant milestone in our walk with Turner Syndrome. Daily injections are now a part of G's routine, and we've even managed to knock the daily reward sweet on the head too. Our babe continues to amaze us on a daily basis.

The countdown is on-Annual Turner Syndrome Conferenc commences in 25 days....Can.Not.Wait! Old friends, new friends, giggles, tears, food, dancing, AMAZING workshops and guest speakers, and for one weekend only a chance to feel like we are with people who have walked our walk. People who 'get' us, and G.

So that's another round-up complete. Fingers crossed for a slightly delayed but nonetheless amazing start to her first academic year at infant school. This was a day that at one point I wasn't even sure we'd ever experience. Our little miracle! 

Nasties, nausea and news!

Wow, December 23rd... How?! November and December have flown past. Perhaps it's the fact that I have been living in a bubble of nausea, and spent most of my waking hours attempting not to vomit at the slightest smell (imagine a confined classroom with trumpy ten year olds, a daughter who frequents stinky public toilets at least 10 times every outing, and as for the dishwasher and the bin, AGHHH! ). Still, I think that I can say we are ready for the big day. We will of course be spending it with loved ones, and for the first time will be attending our church's Christmas Day service.

Party time:
We were lucky enough to join one of our local friendship groups for the annual Turner Syndrome Christmas Party. LOVED IT! G had a fantastic time - boogied away, ate party food, and even met Santa. And we had plenty of time to natter all things TS and more. Thank you lovely ladies for organising it. We love the TS family.
G also took party in our church's nativity play, her first ever role as an angel. I was bursting with joy :) Though it appears that even an angel needs her mummy glued to her side!

Nasal swab:

Old news I know -Nasal swab from last week has come back positive AGAIN. I refused antibiotics this time. Why? She's currently on them anyway (though not the necessary ones to treat this specific nasal bug), and has been on and off for the past 4 months. Coupled with an extremely sensitive stomach, and more antibiotics than I care to count in her short near 4 years, no thank you.

Nasty bugs:
G has suffered her first winter bug this season. Granted she's had colds and the odd ear infection, but boy they were nothing in comparison. 40 degree + temperatures, for days on end, endless nights of vomiting due to excessive coughing and declining her calendar chocolate. You know she's ill when G declines dairy free chocolate! Chest/throat/ear infection or virus was responsible for her week of misery, but thankfully she's back to her cheeky old self. Demanding calendar chocolate at 6:15am Wednesday morning, and then arguing with me over not wanting to wear jeans, then wanting to wear jeans, then not....we knew she was back on form. Sadly for Daddy Pig, G has shared her germs, so tonight is the second night in a row that I have dinner for one and complete control of the remote. Get well soon Daddy, we love you!

How's the milk trial going?
After saying we were appointment free until after Christmas, one came through. Only the dietician though, so nothing to write home about, though we were a little apprehensive as we'd halted the milk trial due to excessive antibiotic interference. Amazingly we learnt a lot during that appointment....we discussed G's nasal bugs as he doubles up as an allergy specialist too, and he was astounded at the fact that G's Ear Nose and Throat consultant had never investigated up her nose or given her a daily nasal spray. The fact that all that's done is swab - antibiotics - swab - antibiotics was a real shock to him. So our dietician is now writing to our GP to make some suggestions.

No news is good news?
We haven't heard from the endocrine paediatrician regarding G's morning of tests in preparation for starting the growth hormone injection. To be fair, we are in no rush. We wanted G to enjoy Christmas before the trauma that is to come!
We have made some progress though - G is now in receipt of a disused injector pen (thanks N!) which is in her medical kit, and has been used once on her favourite teddy. Also, when G quizzed me on how well she is growing, we discussed that not everyone's body grows naturally and some people need a little help from a growing pen. The seed is being planted...

Sensory processing disorder:
Some time ago I mentioned our visit to the community paediatrician, who did infact take every single one of my concerns on board. Our biggest success has been the acknowledgement of the fact that G does have some sensory processing issues. We have since received a large information pack with ideas/suggestions etc from our local occupation therapy team, which has been a incredibly insightful read. For example....why G seems to need the sensation of bouncing/jumping/being upside down/spinning around. Her receptors crave the extra sensory input. Or why brushing her hair HURTS her so much. Or that her getting excessively emotional about what we deem as 'normal' sounds, and her need for wearing ear defenders sometimes.
Sometimes I feel that no one understands when it comes to G...
'She looks normal'
'There's nothing wrong with her'
'She's just like any other 3 year old'
'Oh well TS only affects her hormones'
It's so much more complex than that! And with each day we are learning more and more about her. Yes she is normal (whatever that is), and yes she is just like a 3 year old, but there are other aspects too.  Sometimes so subtle than only those closest to her, those in the know, notice. I will fight your corner always baby girl.


Oh, and did you hear the news? You couldn't miss it - G is announcing it to the whole world! The cheeky monkey has been using said news to her advantage...comments such as "Daddy get down here and cook scrambled eggs for mummy's baby" and "I think we need to buy some baby things for me to use now for my babies and then you can use them afterwards for yours" have caused much hilarity. She knows how to play us.
And in answer to your question (I had the same one too): The odds of Turner Syndrome affecting babe number 2 are no different than it affecting anyone's babe, regardless of a TS history. Initial scans and blood tests are looking positive. I think that perhaps this pregnancy is going to be slightly different from number 1. Not that I would change a thing. LOVE YOU G!!!

So I think that this is most likely over and out for 2016. Sending love and good wishes to all this Christmas. See you in 2017!