I have some very cool news to share, but I'm waiting on a few more details. I also need to tell you about Vera's awesome AFO's, EEG & MRI results, stimming and other updates.
In the meantime...
We just concluded a very long, bad week with Vera. Very long. Very bad. Bad. Bad. Bad.
Vera started physical therapy last Friday, and it was awesome! I am so excited that we have finally gotten to this point. PT is going to be GREAT for Vera! But, it is also going to wear her out. She was a noodle by the time the PT finished with her last week. A tired, 40 pound noodle. A couple of friends of ours had already told us not to plan anything else on the days Vera has PT because she will be tired. They were so right. We got home and Vera had a tantrum almost instantly. She was just plain mad that I made her walk up the stairs. And she let me know she was mad. And I still made her walk up the stairs.
Abbi went to a sleep over last Friday. She's been to several the past few weeks. Vera had been screaming since arriving home from PT, so during one quiet moment I hugged Abbi and told her, 'Just in case Vera is screaming when your ride comes. Have a great time. I love you.' Vera quit screaming a few minutes before Abbi left. My friend who picked Abbi up noticed Vera's tear streaked face and asked if she was upset. Upset was putting it mildly.
Jon's parents came for a visit last weekend. His dad has been here several times since we've been home with Vera, but we hadn't seen Jon's mom since we first got home. We had been telling Vera for a few days that Grandma and Grandpa were coming soon for a visit. We were all very excited.
Jon and I battled with Vera all weekend. I don't even remember the last time we had such a bad string of days like that. Everything was a fight. With few exceptions, Vera was defiant and disobedient every waking moment. It was exhausting, both physically and mentally. I think Vera spent more time IN time out than out of it last weekend. The rages even returned. Fun. Jon's parents got to see the absolute worst side of Vera. It was so bad that Jon brought these home for me on Monday.
Yep. It was that bad. I was so discouraged that we had returned here.
A wonderful friend has been bringing us dinner every Thursday the past few weeks. Yesterday she asked me how everything was going. I told her about our horrible, no good, very bad weekend and she helped me brainstorm a few possible triggers. I had been thinking all week that it had to something with Jon's mom being here. Like I said, Jon's dad has been here several times and spent the night and Vera was fine. Why was she such a stinker when Rita was here? The conclusion I came to was that maybe having two women here stressed Vera out. I'm sure to Vera it was similar to the orphanage having multiple women around. We've had many women come and go since we've been home, mostly to bring meals, but none of them have stayed long or spent the night. And even though Jon's mom didn't do any caring for Vera, maybe just the presence of another woman was too much for Vera.
My friend had another suggestion...maybe Vera was scared that with another woman here, I was going to leave. Or maybe she was scared that Roger and Rita were going to take her away.
Bingo!
Fear.
This week I got out Beyond Consequences, Logic and Control and did some reading. It reminded me that everything Vera did last weekend was likely a response to fear. But what in the world would she have to fear? Doesn't she know by now that she's safe here? I mean, it's been a whole 2 1/2 months...how long is it going to take?
I know. You're probably all saying, "DUH, Amy!" Some things are so obvious to people on the outside looking in. When you're in the trenches all day, every day it's not always possible to come up for air and catch your breath. I am so thankful for friends I can spill all the ugly details to without fear of judgment. I think my friend hit the nail on the head.
From
Beyond Consequences, Logic and Control:
A Love Based Approach to Helping Children with Severe Behaviors -
"A defiant child is essentially a scared child. For children with trauma histories, it can be any request from the parent that creates a feeling of threat. A parental request at any level (yes, simply being asked to take out the trash or simply to put on his shoes) can be one that shifts the child into a fear state due to perceiving the directive as a threat. Dependent on the history, the child may be actually terrified. In that moment, the child cannot determine whether the parent's request is safe or not. He immediately goes into freeze mode, and then becomes defiant to the parent's request. In that moment, the child has to be defiant. There is no other alternative. The essence of defiance is fear. This is a traumatic stress issue. It is not an issue of the child working to control or manipulate the parent. It is not an issue of the child testing the limits or baiting the parent to see how he can make his parent become emotionally reactive. Defiance is a fundamental issue of feeling threatened and overwhelmed with fear."
Vera and I have had the same conversation multiple times a day this week. It goes like this:
"Mommy stop? Vera no take?" (Translation, Mommy will stop people who try to take Vera?)
"Yes, Mommy will stop anyone who tries to take Vera. No one will take Vera away."
"And Daddy stop? No take Vera?"
"Yes, Daddy will stop anyone who tries to take Vera."
"And Toby bite?"
"Yes, Toby will bite anyone who tries to take Vera."
"Vera stay Mommy."
"Yes, Vera stays with Mommy."
"And Daddy."
"Yes, Vera stays with Mommy and Daddy."
"And Jacob and Caleb and Abbi."
"Yes, we all stay together. We're family."
"And Toby and Phoebe."
"Yes, the dog and cat too. We all stay together. We're a family."
Every day.
At least 3 times. Usually more.
We have had this conversation.
All week long.
So...do you think she was scared last weekend?
Do you think maybe she thought someone was going to take her away?
Bless her little heart.
Slowly but surely Vera has gotten back to herself this week. Yesterday was the BEST day Vera has had in awhile. She was in my lap most of the afternoon which is unusual for her. She's a busy girl and doesn't like to sit much. We read lots of books. We watched a short video. We had tea and granola bars. And we had this conversation.
"Vera Mommy's?"
"Yes, Vera is Mommy's."
"And Mommy Vera's?"
"Yes and Mommy is Vera's."
"And Jacob and Caleb and Abbi?"
"Yes, Mommy is Jacob's and Caleb's and Abbi's and Vera's."
"Mommy nice. Kiss my cheek?"
And I kissed her cheek.
"Fank uh, Mommy. Vera kiss Mommy."
And she kissed me.
And then we had the first conversation again.
Twice.
Fear.
How long will Vera live with fear?
How long will she wonder if someone is going to take her away the way we took her away from the only life she's ever known?
How long will she be scared that I'm going to leave her at every doctor visit?
How long until she knows she belongs here and is here to stay?
How long?
I just have to add this in...as I'm getting ready to hit Publish Post, Vera brings me a piece of paper with a picture that she drew of an airplane. She has also written a note on it. With a big smile she tells me that it says, "I love you so much. Big hug."
How long until she knows I love HER so much?