Tuesday, November 29, 2011

A Grammy’s Perspective

My mom came to visit 2 weeks ago. She was here for the twins' birthday and it was her first time meeting Vera. During her first afternoon/evening here, she asked me a lot of questions about Vera. Does she still do this? Does she still do that? Things I've talked about here. I usually said, 'No, she hasn't done that in awhile' or 'I can't remember the last time she did that.' It made me realize just how far we've come in our short 4 1/2 months home with Vera. It also made me realize that I'm a very bad blogger and really need to keep you all updated better about Vera's progress. It's hard to see the progress sometimes since I'm here every day. It's good for me to be able to look back and see so many improvements, so I'll try to do better about keeping you all informed. Anyway, I asked my mom if she would write a guest post for the blog and talk about Vera through her eyes. What was she expecting and how does she see Vera? Was she surprised by anything? Mom agreed to share her thoughts with you.

Without further ado...Grammy's Perspective

Honestly, I was quite nervous to meet Vera for the first time. Amy sent me numerous e-mails warning me about this and cautioning me about that; on many levels I was not looking forward to the trip across the country. I was expecting a 6 year old, non-English speaking, crippled little bag of terror.

Well, my fears disappeared as soon as I met her. She was a happy, giggly, curious little thing and I even understood some of what she had to say (my ability to understand “Vera speak” would improve immensely during my four day visit). Once we got home, then the real fun began. She had to look through my purse (I’d forgotten that she likes to inspect these) and wanted to know what everything was for. Amy thought it was amusing that I had so much “emergency food”, but hey, you never know when it’ll come in handy. Anyway, that was fun and with each passing hour, I understood her better. I was really impressed at dinner time though. Wow, what an appetite this little tike has! And she feeds herself; every single bite! It took her a little longer than the rest of us, but bless her heart, she ate every bite. Amy says the only things she doesn’t like are egg salad and baked beans and she thought it was a texture thing. She went to bed without an issue and it didn’t take Amy long to rock her to sleep. So after day one, I was wondering what all the warnings were about.

On day 2, we just hung out at home. I watched Amy put Vera through one hour of stretching exercises and was happy to see that they were all yoga poses. Vera didn’t put up a fight and worked hard and chatted throughout the hour. She and I spent some time in her room each day coloring, or playing with her doll house (she doesn’t know how to pretend so I had to make all the figures do and say everything), or just chatting. She was enchanting! Oh I almost forgot…..seeing Vera come out of her room first thing in the morning is a sight to behold. I was used to seeing her walk with her AFO’s. First thing in the morning is a different story. Poor little thing, she’s really all over the place and needs the walls to keep her from falling; but she still has that engaging smile on her face the entire day! And she doesn’t want help going up or down the stairs; she wants to do it! It was interesting to me to hear her use the same inflections that the other family members use, especially when talking to Toby (the dog). You just have to hear her say “Oh Toby” and that tone has Evans family all over it. So day 2 ended with no tantrums or screaming or problems. I told the kids that I really thought they were making these Vera tantrum stories up! (Amy here - just have to say that this made Jacob and I laugh...oh, if Mom only knew!)

Day 3 was Caleb and Abbi’s 12th birthday!
Abbi was to celebrate her day the next night with a sleepover and Caleb’s celebration was at a future day. So Abbi and Amy made a homemade strawberry cake!
That took a while, so we played some board games. Vera wanted to play, but of course, didn’t know how. She was good about not getting to play though and was happy watching the craziness going on. That night we went to The Red Lobster for a birthday dinner, and again, Vera put away the food!

On day 4 (my last full day L) we went to Target so Abbi could look for something to get with her gift card. I offered to stay in the car with Vera so the trip could be faster, but Amy said no, Vera needs to walk. And walk she did. It takes her a very long time (by our standards) to get from point A to point B. But she did it and does it without complaint and with that constant grin. We went into a Toys r Us while we were there and I thought Oh Oh, Vera’s going to want everything she sees. But she was perfectly happy just to look and ask questions and giggle. That night we ordered in pizza and while talking over dinner, the subject of Pata came up (my husband). She was very curious about him and Amy showed her a photo of him. More questions. One question was why didn’t Pata wear a watch? Vera loves watches and thinks everyone should wear one. So I explained, as much as I could, and hoping she would understand, that Pata had an injury and hurt his neck, and now his hands and feet hurt all the time; so it hurts him to wear a watch. All this time Vera was looking at me and her little face got sad, and when I was done she said……Oh, po (poor) Pata. I almost thought she was going to cry and Amy and I didn’t want that, so we told her it was OK; Pata was fine, he just can’t wear a watch. I wish I could have made a video of that, it was SO sweet. She had so much compassion for someone she didn’t even know.

So, at bedtime, I got to experience her first (since I’d been there) tantrum. (Amy here again - this made me smile. This was not a tantrum. This was what we call fussiness. My mom never did get to experience a tantrum or rage, for which I am grateful!) She must have cried for an hour and a half while Amy was trying to get her to sleep. I was worried that she was upset over the Pata story, but Amy said no. Poor Amy; I so wish I was closer so I could help her out. But I digress.

My journey must come to a close and my head and heart are filled with Vera. I told Amy earlier in the week that I don’t think of Vera as having CP; she’s just a little girl who hasn’t been allowed to grow up normally, as we know normal. The occupational therapy that she needs is just being a child. She’s behind other children her age, but advanced leaps and bounds during my four days; (not because of me, just because she devours knowledge and activity). While we were at Target, Amy bought 26 little wooden, alphabet blocks, the kind two year olds play with. Six year old Vera loved them. A few weeks earlier, during a therapy evaluation, Vera couldn’t stack 4, so the goal became 10, that’s why Amy bought them. After Abbi and Vera played with them and made stacking them a game, she was stacking 11…… within an hour!
Wow! Then they decided (with our urging) to try it with one hand behind their backs. This would encourage Vera to use her weak right side and make it look like a game. She could stack 4 with her weak hand! I was so impressed and proud!

So I guess that’s it. I’m not afraid anymore and can’t wait to see her again. And for those of you who wonder what it’s like, to suddenly have a new grandchild, who’s adopted, and you wonder if you can love that child, and think of them as your own…..the answer, for me anyway, is YES! In fact, I also gained a new grandson this past year, and he just happens to be adopted too. I love both of these newbies just as much as my biological grandchildren; they’re equal, as far as I’m concerned. Life is good!

Grammy and Vera having a deep discussion with paper phones. Vera's hand is flapping...she does this when she's happy and/or excited.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

The Tooth Story

I wish I could put into words the drama that entered our home 4 1/2 months ago. Oy. The drama. The drama of a 6 year old Ukranian princess. Who knew?

Princess Vera has had a loose tooth for a few weeks. Enter double drama. Her top, two front teeth are both loose, but one was especially loose. Jon had to take another business trip last week and tried to pull said loose tooth before he left. This momma is a big, fat wimp when it comes to loose teeth. Don't even let me see it...I may pass out! When Jon tried to pull it, Vera's tooth was not quite dry and his finger slipped. Lots of screaming ensued. The tooth did not get pulled.

When Jon returned home from his trip, he tried again to pull said loose tooth. Vera jerked her head back at the last second and Jon missed. Lots of screaming ensued. The tooth did not get pulled. Two parents were very frustrated.

Well, third time's a charm, right? Not always. The next night we gave Vera some melatonin in an effort to calm her so Jon could pull the ridiculous loose tooth, that was now barely hanging on. Disgusting. Why in the world did God give us baby teeth only to have them fall out and be replaced by permanent ones? It's a vicious cycle, really. Especially for people who are completely grossed out by loose teeth. But, I digress. Anyway, it was WAY past Vera's bedtime and the melatonin should've kicked in long ago. With my help, Jon tried YET AGAIN to pull Vera's tooth. YET AGAIN it was a bust. Lots of screaming ensued. From Vera and myself.

We were at loss. What were we to do? The tooth needed to come out. It bled every time we brushed Vera's teeth. It was beyond ready to come out...and yet it still clung there. Jon was worried about traumatizing Vera and losing her trust. I could see Jon's point, but I was so over the drama. If we even said the word 'tooth', both of Vera's hands would firmly and securely cover her mouth. Her little mouth was more secure than any airport in the United States. Every day we had a new conversation about the tooth. She told us when her bottom two teeth were pulled in Ukraine it hurt and she cried and cried. (We don't know why those teeth were pulled, but we don't think they were ready.) She told us she was scared to have Jon pull her tooth. We all tried to convince her that Daddy knows what he's doing. He's pulled Jacob's teeth and Caleb's teeth and Abbi's teeth. There's no need to be scared. Vera wouldn't listen.

"Your tooth is so loose, Vera. It really needs to come out."
"No." Giggle. "Ya no want toof out. Ya like my toof. Me no want toof out."
"But what if it comes out it your sleep and you swallow it?"
"Ya like swawwow teef. Teef yummy." Giggle.
"But if you swallow your tooth, you won't be able to put it under your pillow and have a surprise in the morning."
"Iz okay. Ya no like supwise. Ya like toof. Me no want toof out."

I asked some friends for advice. One mom suggested we pull it while Vera was asleep. We had considered that but then worried that Vera would be afraid to fall asleep from then on. Some suggested an apple...or taffy. But we knew Vera would just use her back teeth. Some said just let it fall out on its own. Sigh.

Yesterday morning as I was stretching Vera, she was playing with her hanging-on-by-a-thread-completely-gross-loose-tooth. I could see the hole underneath her tooth. It just hung there, taunting me. I had to stop looking at Vera. Jon came home last night and I told him the tooth MUST COME OUT! I could not take one more day!

We went into Vera's room where she was drawing with Jacob. Caleb and Abbi followed, so the whole family minus the cat were all in Vera's room. We didn't talk about it first like we had been doing. That always got Vera very worked up and stressed her out. I distracted Vera with her watch and Jon came in from behind and before Vera even knew what happened, Jon popped the tooth out. Vera cried, but mostly from the surprise I think. After the tears, she told us it didn't hurt. We all clapped and cheered. Toby, the dog, wiggled and growled (he growls when he's happy and excited). Vera said through her smile and giggle, "Ya sowwy I cwy." Then she thanked Jon no less than 13 times. "Fank uh, Daddy, pull my toof. Ya like my toof out. Fank uh, Daddy." At bedtime she smothered him with hugs and kisses and more thank you's for pulling the tooth. I don't think any trust was lost. If anything, I think trust was built. Vera now knows that we weren't lying to her when we told her it wouldn't hurt to pull the tooth. She told us it didn't hurt. She knows we told the truth that it would not bleed very much. (Sounds like her bottom two teeth bled a lot and that was partly why she was scared.) Jon mentioned to Vera how loose the second tooth is and that it will probably come out in a few days. Vera was cool with it. Maybe we won't have any drama next time. Maybe.

So, are you ready for pictures?
Such a big girl!
See the joy on the kids' faces?
We were all thrilled to have this behind us.
The tooth fairy visited last night (which is another story) and left a whole dollar for Vera.
Today after PT, Vera and I went to the dollar store so she could pick out 2 surprises.
(She had another dollar that Jon had given her when we first came home.)
She spotted her first treasure as soon as we walked in the door.
A red, tinsel tree.
What would you expect a 6 year old princess to buy?
Some fake nails, perhaps?
Vera wanted the second thing she saw in the store,
but I suggested we look around a little more before she decided.
It didn't take long to find the perfect thing for Vera...
That's more like it!
Very excited to show her siblings!
She wants to know if she can wear them to sleep.
I'm thinking not.
Occupational therapy for a buck!
Can't beat that!