There Is No Right Way for Caregiving Parents to Feel

There Is No Right Way for Caregiving Parents to Feel

There Is No Right Way for Caregiving Parents to Feel

There is no right way for caregiving parents to feel. Those wise words from guest blogger Laura Spiegel would have comforted me after our son’s diagnosis. Today she’s here with words to encourage you to name your feelings and to experience the miracle your child is.

Someone once said that “the only constant in life is change.” How fitting for a week of unexpected news. A loved one is ill, and I’m once again reminded that health is not to be taken for granted. None of us knows what lies ahead, and our bodies, sleek machines though they be, are not infallible. They never professed themselves to be. It’s we, in our arrogance, our busyness, who simply forgot.

Many of us parents know this well. As we dream of our future families, the warm bundles of love that we’ll cradle in our arms, we don’t typically envision pressing medical needs. We pass the local children’s hospital in just that – passing – too busy navigating our playlist to give it more than a second thought. We see fundraisers on late-night TV and videos of friends-of-friends on social media and experience a sharp intake of breath. Followed by the quick relief that it’s not us. Not our children. Not the loves of our lives.

Until it is.

Eight years ago, I was entering my final trimester. I was knee-deep in pink onesies and woke in the night paralyzed by the myriad of nursery color choices. Were the purple walls good enough, or should I give myself an extra kick and make that teal happen? My husband and I landed on a name. A beautiful, classic name that honored a beloved family member and was music to our ears. Our baby’s heartbeat was normal, her growth rate expected. We joked how our second time around, nothing could throw us for a loop.

Five days after our daughter was born, the pediatrician alerted us to an abnormal blood test result. Shortly after, our little girl was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis (CF).

We.

Were.

Thrown.

For.

A.

Loop.

Our daughter is a miracle. She tells the wildest stories, and when she laughs, her face opens up like the sky. She is a gentle friend and a sometimes hell-raiser. She runs the soccer field like there’s no tomorrow, feeling bashful when she kicks the team’s first goal of the season. Before I’ve finished flipping the jigsaw pieces over, her puzzle is almost finished. She dresses in my clothing, draws whiskers on her face, and pretends to be a high-heeled cat lady who teaches gym class. Class starts at 10 PM sharp, just after bedtime.

Science and medicine have progressed big time since our daughter was born. Any day now we expect the FDA to approve a game-changing medication that has done wonders for adolescents and adults with CF. The day our daughter takes that first pill will be the third happiest day of my life. It will be the start of a new path in her healthcare journey. A hopeful path. One that marches toward the sun.

To all the moms and dads out there who are on a similar ride, know this. There is no one right way for caregiving parents to feel. Devotion, ferocity, protectiveness, uncertainty, fear, persistence, hope. All have a place on your journey, and it’s okay if your feelings are tangled up together or if they swing from one side of the universe to the next on any given day. Our bodies aren’t machines, and neither are our minds. Our emotions have their own agenda, and there is no one right way for caregiving parents to feel.

You are doing the best you can. Your heart swells with a love you never knew you could feel. You advocate with a strength you never knew you had. You hope beyond your wildest of dreams.

And that life you had envisioned once upon a time?

Sometimes, when you think of it, you’re sad. You grieve what’s not to be.

Sometimes, when you think of it, you laugh. What Pinterest world were you living in?

But mostly, when you think of it, you smile. For this life – this love – this gift — is sweeter than you’d ever imagined.

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Laura Spiegel spent 12 years at the world’s largest biotech company, partnering with professionals and care teams to help people with special needs and disabilities lead full and happy lives. In 2013 her daughter was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis. Laura now hosts Paint Her in Color, a website that offers emotional support to parents of children with special medical, developmental, or behavioral health care needs. When she isn’t reading, writing, or soaking up time with her husband and kids, Laura can be reached at Paint Her in Color, by email at laura@paintherincolor.com, and on Facebook and Twitter.

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Making Every Day a Great Mother’s Day, Part 2

Making Every Day a Great Mother’s Day, Part 2

Making Every Day a Great Mother’s Day, Part 2

Making every day a great Mother’s Day is a priority for guest blogger and mom of 3 kids with special needs, Heather Johnson. In her previous post she shared the deep loss that led to her new perspective. Today, she’s here with ideas she’s discovered that go a long way toward making every day a great mother’s day.

 Today is the day after Mother’s Day, 2021. Tomorrow, May 12, 2021 is the nineteenth anniversary of my mom’s passing on Mother’s Day in 2002. She was 65. I’m nearly 62. The older I get, the more Mother’s Day has become an historical marker reminding me that it’s my job to mother myself well, not only for me but for my kids, even now that they’re grown. The following practices have helped me survive and thrive, especially when exhausted physically, rubbed raw emotionally, and wondering spiritually what the future will hold for our kids with special needs.

Physical Health

I eat a healthy diet 90% of the time and eat whatever want 10% of the time. Remember, rigidity isn’t healthy! Besides, who can live without a daily dose of chocolate? (I always have a hidden stash of Dove chocolates and savor one every day which keeps my sweet tooth at bay.)

I exercise daily with a combination of aerobics, stretching, and strengthening/toning. Finding something enjoyable is most sustainable. For me, it’s speed-walking 2 miles a day (30 minutes), doing some sort of yoga at home (20 minutes) and working all muscle groups with free weights (10 minutes). I break it up into three sessions and often multi-task. One great combination is listening to an audiobook while walking.

Mental Health

As a former mental health therapist, I’ve counseled people about the connection between thinking, feeling and behaving. I practice (and I do mean practice) what I teach. First, I practice checking my feelings (glad, sad, mad or scared) without self-judgment. I examine and sometimes challenge the thinking that causes those feelings, and choosing helpful behaviors.

Second, I practice reminding myself that I can only control myself. Others are in charge of themselves. I practice recognizing what I can and cannot do and learn to let go of what I can’t change.

Third, if you ever get to a point where depressive/anxiety symptoms are chronic and all other attempts at healthy lifestyle don’t help, seek professional help. I have been in therapy off and on throughout my adult life and also have taken medication. It’s ok to do what you need to do to improve and sustain your mental health.

Spiritual Health

Our souls need care, too. What centers you, brings you balance, brings you peace that lasts? For me, it’s my relationship with God. I find guidance and comfort in God’s word—the Bible. I read passages with promises regularly and hold them tightly as the lifeline they are. God never promises an easy life, but God does promise a fulfilling life when we trust him and walk in his ways.

So, what about you? What can you do about your physical, mental, and spiritual health to start making every day a great Mother’s Day? I suggest you start small and easy. Write down your goals (weekly, monthly, annually). Mark your progress. Celebrate every success, no matter how small. If you fail, that’s okay. Get back on track. Stay positive. You can do it! Progress is key, not perfection. Do it for yourself and for your kids. Life is a long-haul so make the journey as enjoyable and healthy as possible.

Now, how about a little piece of Dove chocolate?

Part 1

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Heather MacLaren Johnson and her husband have three kids, all five and under when adopted from Russia. Now 29, 27, and 22, all need regular help with their multiple, permanent, invisible disabilities stemming from prenatal exposure to alcohol (FASD).

Heather has B.S. in Education and a doctorate in Clinical Psychology. She is the author of Grace, Truth, & Time: Facilitating Small Groups That Thrive and has published personal essays in The Wonder Years: 40 Women Over 40 on Aging, Faith, Beauty, and Strength (Kregel Publications) and Your Story Matters: Finding, Writing, and Living the Truth of Your Life (NavPress). She’s writing a memoir about her family’s journey through hidden disabilities and mental illness to encourage others to greater intimacy with God and each other through times of desolation and lament.

Heather and her husband of 27 years live with two horses, two dogs, two barn cats, and a bunch of silk plants she just dusts. Heather writes and photographs at www.truelifewithgod.com.

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Uncertainty and Lack of Control: What’s a Caregiver to Do?

Uncertainty and Lack of Control: What’s a Caregiver to Do?

Uncertainty and Lack of Control: What’s a Caregiver to Do?

“I can’t.” I sat in my office one morning a few weeks ago and sobbed as my daughter rubbed my back. “I just can’t.”

Only one of the vehicles needed for our family of 4 adults and 2 kids was in working order.
The washing machine quit.
The drywall crew working on our 5-months-behind-schedule home addition had delivered more bad news.

“I just can’t.” I sobbed.

“You don’t have to do a thing,” my daughter reassured me.

Which was good. Because really and truly, I couldn’t. 12 months of pandemic life combined with 12 months of the addition construction encroaching further into our limited living space had reduced me to a blithering puddle of snot and tears.

“Are you feeling better?” my daughter asked an hour or so after my breakdown.

“No,” I said, “and I may never feel better again.”

“That’s okay,” she replied. “You don’t have to.”

It took me the better part of the morning to regain my equilibrium and the better part the day before I could reflect on the despair that had engulfed me. The last time I had felt so hopeless, I realized, had been almost 39 years ago when our son had been 2 months old. Though the circumstances were completely different and separated by almost 4 decades, the reasons for my despair were the same: uncertainty and lack of control.

39 years ago, my 2-month-old son and I were being flown to a hospital over 700 miles by Life Flight. He needed life-saving surgery to correct complications caused by the life-saving surgery he’d had at birth. Tears streamed down my face as I peppered the doctor on board with questions. “Why did this happen? How will they fix it? What more could go wrong?”

To read the rest of this post about uncertainty and lack of control visit Key Ministry’s blog for special needs parents.

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Grief Happens at Different Seasons of Life in Caregiving Families

Grief Happens at Different Seasons of Life in Caregiving Families

Grief Happens at Different Seasons of Life in Caregiving Families

Grief happens at different seasons of life in caregiving families. That’s the lesson Kimberly Drew learned once again when her daughter had an unexpected grand mal seizure recently. In this post she talks about how she’s processing her emotions and adjusting to her family’s new reality.

My husband’s grandfather passed away recently at the age of 94. He was a WWII U.S. Navy veteran and had been married to his sweetheart for over 63 years. Our church provided some grief materials through Stephen’s Ministries. I received the first pamphlet recently. Our family members felt different levels of grief over his passing because he was a true family patriarch and man of God, but we also experienced a great sense of peace and hope because of how long and rich his life really was. That’s why I didn’t expect to read the pamphlet and have emotions that had nothing to do with his passing. 

You see, our daughter Abigail had a significant seizure a little over a week ago after being seizure-free for over a decade. Her previous seizure had been small, the result of weaning her off meds at the age of 8. Before that, her only seizures had occurred after her delivery. Her recent seizure was very different. What started as a cozy afternoon watching Hallmark in my bed together, turned into a 911 call and trip to the emergency room. For about a minute or so, we were truly terrified. While I am so grateful for her life and that she’s okay, her grand mal seizure took away our sense of safety and security in a matter of seconds. I found myself rereading the grief pamphlet and connecting with its Scriptures and information over that loss. I shed a lot of tears while processing it.

I have spoken to many parents of children with special needs over the years. Many of us are unaware  that what we consider to be a reaction to a hardship, trial, or caregiving duty is actually grief. The long-term care of a disabled loved one means that grief happens at different seasons of life, for example, during a medical crisis, physical changes, or losses. Grief has stages and being able to recognize them not only helps us heal, but also helps those around us understand what we are dealing with. 

My daughter’s seizure was unexpected, sudden, and traumatic, I have been walking around in shock since it happened. Emotionally, it brought me back to Abbey’s traumatic birth and the seizures that followed her delivery. I don’t like to visit that memory. The shock will pass, and in future I will have other phases of grief to process. But, I do not go through them alone. 

I often read Psalm 139, which speaks truth about many areas of life and to the grief that happens at different seasons of life. I am particularly drawn to verses 7 through 10 now and hope you will be encouraged to read it. Let these word from the Lord wash over you, and comfort you in your own stages of grief. 

Where can I go from your Spirit?
    Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
    if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
    if I settle on the far side of the sea,
 even there your hand will guide me,
    your right hand will hold me fast.”

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Kimberly grew up and went to college in the small town of Upland, IN. She graduated from Taylor University with a degree in Elementary Education in 2002. While at TU, she married her college sweetheart and so began their adventure! Ryan and Kimberly have three amazing kids on earth (Abigail, Jayden, Ellie, and Cooper), and a baby boy waiting for them in heaven. Their daughter Abigail (Abbey) has multiple disabilities including cerebral palsy, a seizure disorder, hearing loss, microcephaly, and oral dysphagia. She is the inspiration behind Kimberly’s  desire to write. In addition to being a stay at home mom, Kimberly has been serving alongside her husband in full time youth ministry for almost fourteen years. She enjoys working with the senior high girls, scrapbooking, reading, and music. You can visit Kimberly at her website, Promises and Perspective.

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The Questions Every EA/TEF Parent Asks: Why Him, Why Me, Why Us?

The Questions Every EA/TEF Parent Asks: Why Him, Why Me, Why Us?

The Questions Every EA/TEF Parent Asks: Why Him, Why Me, Why Us?

The questions every EA/TEF parent asks after their child’s diagnosis are the same–Why him? Why me? Why us? Guest blogger Wendy Vermillion recounts her struggle and reveals the weapon that helped her parent well during her son’s early days.

I’m sure I heard the phrase, “God doesn’t give you more than you can handle,” a hundred times in the first 24 hours after delivering my firstborn baby boy.  Most new mothers are living their dream of holding their newborn baby for the first time, and sharing the joy with family and friends.  But for me, this day was filled with more tears than smiles, with a lot of fear in our world.  All I could do was ask God the questions every EA/TEF parent asks– Why my son, why me, why us?

The words of my godly grandmother still ring in my head 33 years later:  “God will show you why; be still and be patient.”  At the time, I had no understanding of what she meant.

My dream of being a mom started to come true on a summer evening in 1987. I was barefoot, pregnant, and fancy-free walking into a hospital complaining of a little back pain at 36 weeks. It was just a little back pain; I almost didn’t even go to the hospital. Thankfully, I went—it turned out I was dilated to a 7 and we were about to have a baby boy.  I was hooked up to monitors and nurses kept asking how my pain was. What pain?  There was no pain, not even the back pain anymore. One of my nurses said she had never heard of such a thing as no pain in all the 15 years she had been in delivery. Can you image how happy I was? No pain with childbirth—God, was this a joke? 

That happiness did not last long when I heard the words, “Your baby is in distress.”  We were rushed to delivery room within an hour of arriving at the hospital. Three pushes and he was out! All I saw was a beautiful baby boy with a round face, lots of black hair, and all 10 fingers and toes. What more could a mom want? I had prayed for each finger and toe and God had delivered. However, I guess my prayers weren’t enough because our baby boy, Cory, was rushed away without even a first touch from his mom. 

After what seemed like an eternity, doctors told us Cory was born with a birth defect. Can you imagine telling a 22-year-old, first time mom that her baby has a birth defect? Those poor doctors—I bet I asked some of the dumbest questions. I couldn’t comprehend what they were saying; he looked healthy. After they explained in terms I could understand—Cory had no esophagus—the anger set in. I was mad at God, and mad at my doctor.  Then many other emotions came rushing in. Did I need to pray specifically for an esophagus? What did I do wrong? Why couldn’t I have my dream? Why him, why me, why us?

Our rollercoaster ride of hospital visits began. We spent seven weeks in the neonatal unit and on most days I was sure I couldn’t bear it any longer. But somehow we did. We carried on. 

We finally brought our baby home, and we were so excited yet scared to death we would do something wrong. And we did.Our first week home was a disaster. I was an awful mom. The first day, as I was putting him to bed, I pulled his G-tube out. I freaked out, but he slept right through having it put back in. 

Two days later, I was sterilizing bottles on the stove and fell asleep. I woke up to find the house filled with smoke and the smell of melted plastic I scooped up Cory and ran outside to my neighbor’s house with only a nightgown on.  The fireman gave me a blanket to wrap around myself—my neighbor had not been so kind. The gown my have been somewhat see through. Yikes! 

Our 33 years with Cory have been filled with many surgeries, hospital stays, and unknowns. However, they also have been filled with many blessings and so much joy. 
I no longer ask the questions every EA/TEF parent asks after diagnosis. Instead I ask why not us?  

Why not us—getting to experience a journey we never imagined we could handle?  
Why not us—watching God’s miracles play out right before our eyes?  
Why not us—living a dream we thought would not be possible?  
Why not us?   

There will always be times we are not sure we can handle what comes. Be patient and be still; you will see the blessings.  

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Wendy and her husband have 5 children and 6 grandchildren.  Their oldest son was born with a birth defect and is autistic. Wendy works at a Functional Medicine Clinic as a Health Coach in Oklahoma, where she loves having the opportunity to walk alongside clients, collaborating with them in their journey toward healing.  In her free time, you will find her spending time with family or curled up with a book. 

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One Month Ago Today

One Month Ago Today

One Month Ago Today

One month ago today, we celebrated Christmas 2020. Those of us who didn’t live through the dark and seemingly endless days of the Great Depression or World War 2 found great comfort in the promises accompanying the birth of our Messiah.

The promise of hope.
The promise of light in the darkness.
The promise of a Savior with healing in his wings.

“He is the one,” we remembered, “who rules over wars and economic woes and pandemics. He is Emmanuel, who not only rules over us during challenging times, but also is with us throughout them.”

One month ago, those truths buoyed our souls and carried us into the new year. Into 2021 with its promises of vaccines and improved treatments and the slow but certain end of COVID-19. And yet here we are,

still separated from loved ones in residential care settings,
still losing people we care about to the coronavirus,
still attending virtual school,
still wearing masks,
still worshipping online,
still storing up hugs to share.

Those unaccustomed to long struggles or the sacrifices that accompany caring for someone with disabilities or special needs are reeling as the tentacles of the 2020 pandemic reach deeper into 2021 each day. They have no personal experience with self-denial, restricted movement, or limited choices. They have never needed to practice the disciplines of waiting long for God to speak, of finding good in hard places, or the cherishing of small things that reveal God’s grace. I see their hopelessness and fear, and I am grateful for the life given to me.

To read the rest of One Month Ago Today, visit the Key Ministry website.

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Jolene Philo is the author of the Different Dream series for parents of kids with special needs. She speaks at parenting and special needs conferences around the country. She’s also the creator and host of the Different Dream websiteSharing Love Abundantly With Special Needs Families: The 5 Love Languages® for Parents Raising Children with Disabilities, which she co-authored with Dr. Gary Chapman, was released in August of 2019 and is available at local bookstores, their bookstore website, and at Amazon.

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