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The Moment When…


The moment when you wonder why you cant hear anything all a sudden during a phone call.

I had to drop off something at a friends house. While I was there I had the kids stay in the car (it was pouring rain and I was NOT dragging them out) and ran into her house to grab something. She needed to hand me a check, but we weren’t sure who to make it out to. So I decided to call the business and get some more information. The employee answers the phone and we have a brief little 10 second conversation before the phone goes silent. I pull the phone off my ear and see the call is still going. I check to make sure I didn’t hit the mute or hold button. And then I start in…”Hello, Hello, HEllo, HELlo, HELLo, HELLLLOOOOO”. Nothing. So I hang up. I call back. The same guy answers. He was so sweet he acts like nothing happened. Which at this point I thought was just a bad connection. I gather the information I need and run back to my car.

In the car my kids are laughing. Laughing so hard that Diva and SB, who are super snotty with colds, are coughing. I thought it was so bad, SB might be having a asthma attack. But no, they were all just laughing. No one could tell me what happen and I decided ignorance was bliss at this point.

By the time we get home, only about a mile away, everyone is a little calmer. Then Diva asks why there was “like a angry guy talking in the car”. I am clueless. She then precedes to tell me how she thinks it is a Autobot; then clarifies that she thinks it was Megaton. So now her and Bug are recreating this elaborate story of how Megaton was in the car with them and they were trying to talk to him. I am at a complete lose for words having no idea what they are talking about, but find it cute and amusing. Then it hits me. I ask Diva again what Megaton said. She says he said “HELLLOOOOOOOO!”.

Palm hit face. I realized that the entire time I thought I was trying to talk to the employee my blue tooth in my car had played my phone call in my car through my speakers. No wonder the phone call was still in progress with no sound. The employee was listening to my kids in the car.

A “Special” Kind of Blog Hop: Stronger Together


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We are asking our bloggy friends – and friends of friends – to write on the theme Stronger Together. This can include posts featuring things we do to support others in the military and/or special needs community, how you’ve been helped in the past and intend to pay it forward, stories of families coming together during sequestration, finding your “tribe” through online support groups and blogging, or anything else that goes with the general theme.

To participate, write your story. Then come over here and follow the instructions on how to “link up.” Then share and promote the link-up page on your blog, Facebook and other social media platforms. Finally, click-through and read some of the other outstanding bloggers who have linked-up. This is a great way for military special needs bloggers to connect & discover new favorites.



To read the other blog hoppers, please click on the above icon. You will go to the Inlinkz site. A list of blogs will be there for your viewing pleasure. Please stop by and read a couple. And make sure you leave a comment when you visit our fellow bloggers – comments are like gold to bloggers. You’ll make someone’s day, I promise.

Today’s post is part of our “Special” Kind of Blog Hop series. This week’s blog is based on the theme of Stronger Together.

Stronger Together:

When you have children of your own, you are immediately told to never compare them to your friend’s children, neighborhood children or even siblings. However, I feel the person who often tells that lie, has a normal child and has never had to deal with the little voice in the back of their head yelling “something just isn’t right!”. At least that is how it was for me. I pushed the little voice in my head to the back and slapped some duct tape on its mouth.

Bug was diagnosed in January of 2011 with Developmental Disorder-Not Otherwise Specified (PDD-NOS). At the time, Bug’s diagnosis was really no shock to me. I saw red flags and I knew enough from my past to know Bug was not developing as a “normal” child. Eventually, as my confidence grew as a mother, I learned to listen to my instincts. After walking out of the doctor’s office being given Bug’s diagnosis, Hubs turned to me and said “if he has Autism, then so do I”. I will never forget that moment. I knew I would be doing a lot of this swimming alone. I managed those first couple of months just fine. It was hard doing it alone, but with the support of his therapists we did great.

It was when our middle child was diagnosed with Autism in October of 2011 that I was thrown into the water and felt like I was drowning. Diva was seemingly normal. I kept lying to myself that all her red flags were merely mirrors of her brother; that their closeness in age, personality and her love for him made her want to be him. After her diagnosis is when I started reaching out; trying to find a life preserver to hold onto. However, that was also when I realized that due to location and life style, if I wanted to keep afloat I was going to have to do it swim it alone.

I doggie padded, swallowed a lot of water and barely made it those first few months. I learned Hubs was still in denial about Bug’s diagnosis and therefore did not take Diva’s lightly. He still has yet to go to more than a handful of each of their appointments combined. This is the point in my story I tell you about my life preserver.

She is a Army wife. She mother of special needs children. And she is funny; funny as heck. Funny is what I needed. Her understanding and laughter is what taught me to swim. Shortly after we initially meet and before any of her children were diagnosed, we ironically joined a local organization, MOPS. Through this group, we were able to be surrounded by other peers. However, to my knowledge, we were the only ones with special needs children.

If you know me, you know that wouldn’t stop me or make me feel secluded. Instead, I asked to be the guest speaker at one of their meetings in regards to understanding EFMP, children’s milestones and health. Additionally, I talked about resources and what to do if you heard that little voice screaming in your head “something just isn’t right!”.

That meeting was a gateway to open up a line of communication that would have forever been sealed. I have learned people don’t happily and openingly talk about what is wrong with their kids. They want everyone to think they are that perfect little happy family. I am here to tell you to know think that way. My life preserver and I would have never made that connection that saved us both if I was ashamed of my family.

Be open in talking.  Be open in taking.  Be a open book. If people have questions; educate them. If people have hugs; take them. If people have rude comments and stares; well……

We are all in the together. We are all bonded by the same thing and that is love for our children and our family.

More Information Regarding Tomorrow’s Blog Hop


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We are teaming up with our friends a Military Special Needs Network for our first “special” kind of blog hop tomorrow.

We are asking our bloggy friends – and friends of friends – to write on the theme Stronger Together. This can include posts featuring things we do to support others in the military and/or special needs community, how you’ve been helped in the past and intend to pay it forward, stories of families coming together during sequestration, finding your “tribe” through online support groups and blogging, or anything else that goes with the general theme.

To participate, write your story. Then come over here Monday morning (Oct. 14), and follow the instructions on how to “link up.” Then share and promote the link-up page on your blog, Facebook and other social media platforms. Finally, click-through and read some of the other outstanding bloggers who have linked-up. This is a great way for military special needs bloggers to connect & discover new favorites.