Friends, Tiny and Tall

This past weekend I had the opportunity to catch up with my {new and dear} friend, Erin. Erin and I are both graduates from the same high school and practically grew up next door to one another, but never "hung out" as teens. Not until I learned about Wes's diagnosis did I reach out to Erin {though I stalked her blog like crazy!}

Here are some cute pics from this weekend....

Erin, Wes & Baby June-Bug

Me and Grady

Love <3 !

Photo credits to Erin Witkowski and her lovely iPhone!

We've got a whole lotta love going on here! 

{MIA from the pics are Paul (daddo-o) & Mason (Grady's big bro)

Ski'ing Through Life

Losing Patients with Society {All You Need Is Love}

Losing patients with society

I am very upset today for reasons everyone can relate with one way or another. I hope that this is the last time I think of this issue, or talk of this issue, for awhile.  The issue I speak of is regarding the institution of chicken and God. Yes, you know what I am referring to.  

This is a rather hot topic, and I by no means write this entry in attempt to stir up controversy, but to speak from my heart with all the fairness I can give to both parties.

The owner of chicken and God has every right to state his opinion of gay marriage, I agree.  It’s kind of humorous that someone would ask him this question in the first place. My good friend, Erin stated, “What do you expect the answer to be when asked, “Do you believe in gay marriage” to a devout Christian who owns a business that is closed on Sundays?” I agree, absolutely. That’s setting the stage for controversy.

However obvious the answer was, I feel as if openly discussing this controversial topic has indeed formed a separation between those for and against this civil liberty (ahem). This, I do not blame on the owner of chicken and God whatsoever. It’s the reporter looking to stir the pot, and guess what? You’ve made your news story. Bravo.

I have to say, I love the food at chicken and God like most people who’ve had the opportunity to eat there. The service is excellent and the employees appear to be genuinely happy. And the sauce; don’t get me started on the sauce… However, there are consequences to every action that is openly stated by someone of great power and influence. Though what the owner said was not wrong (by his moral views), it has brought many people out of the woodworks who are not just supporting his right to have this opinion, or to support his Christian values, but those who have been hiding behind a veil of hate; those who have been waiting for this moment to make others of non-traditional families feel isolated and practitioners of sin.

It’s brought out the ugly in people.

The rally yesterday was my breaking point. Not only were the unyielding Spacebook statuses and pictures an annoyance, but a slap in the face to brothers and sisters of the human race.  The endless lines that wrapped around chicken and God were seen as unwavering middle fingers to those of non-traditional families. The one “safe” time that people against equality had the chance to voice their opinion. Yes, you have the right not to believe in gay marriage, but to openly display this opinion was a sign of lacking discernment (another term from my dear Christian friend, Erin).

 I too lacked discernment for a short while in my absolute rage from this action. I also fired back on Spacebook for those who openly stated their support for chicken and God. It is fine that you have your opinion, but I don’t want to see their logo on my feed. For example, I do not believe in abortion, but if I put that on my feed and you strongly disagreed, would you be happy? I don’t think so. I respect my friends enough to be mindful of their feelings. I also respect them enough to not judge them for their decision. Getting back to my lack of discernment, for that, I am mildly ashamed. I am ashamed that I stooped to that level of judgment, or lack thereof. I find it to be a hurtful and offensive towards amazing families and individuals, who happen to be gay, that I’ve come to know or know of. I hurt for the mommies in my Ds community of little Eli that just passed yesterday. I hurt of Jaidin’s mommies because they are excellent parents to that little boy. Jaidin too, has Ds. They do more for his care and wellbeing than many traditional families.

I am not saying that those who agree with the owner of chicken and God are people of hate – not at all. But the message that action has made to those who are not like them was heartbreakingly unnecessary. I just hope that priest, pastors, and other with similar power do not acknowledge the rally this Sunday as an act of honor. There is no honor in rallying against a fellow human being, regardless of if you agree with them or not.

 People fear what is different. People fear what is not in accordance to their religious belief.  The unknown can be scary for some. I get it. But, we’re in a world filled with people who are different. Does that make who they are bad? Not at all.

To tie this into the purpose of my blog, it made me not only think of the numerous people I personally know who are gay, but also Wes. Wes is different too.  Even before the understanding of my son’s diagnosis, I was a lover of all mankind. I may not have understood it, or relate personally, but who am I to judge what is right and wrong?  This act, this rally, to those who participated was a sign of solidarity. A sign that they support what chicken and God stands for. However, to those on the outside it was seen as a thick concrete wall erected to further segregate humankind.

Can’t we all just get along? Can't we all just love one another for our differences?

Love: Father & Son

Not a whole lot to say today... The pictures will tell the story...

1-2-3- Wee! {Wes lifts his arms up every time! He loves this!}

"Daddy, you're so silly!"

You cannot deny John's love for Wes...

Daddy's world!

Life as we know it

Three months have passed and I have learned so much about life, babies, my son and who he is becoming.  John and I are seeing a whole other side to life that we were out of touch with just one year ago. At that time, partying with neighbors, late night’s out and freedom to get up and go at a moment’s notice was our MO. But something huge was missing, and we knew it. We were at that point that we could forego our social life for something slower. Something to make us appreciate things such as walks through the park, cool spring mornings, early bedtimes and watching the sun rise.

Wes was the “something huge” we were missing.

This morning was a prime example to our new-found appreciation for the importance of life and not letting it fly by. After sleeping through the night {even after waking after his Mama changed his dirty drawers}, Wes sweetly woke us up and 6am; a whole two hours after his typical feeding time. {This was greatly appreciated.} He didn’t scream, just calmly called out to us loud enough that we could hear him through the monitor. His “baby talk” is amazing. He honestly sounds like he’s having an in-depth conversation with the ceiling, and finds his friend interesting - sometimes funny. He’s cute like that. I wake up {being that it is my morning to do the morning feedings while we’re both on break for summer vacation} and he is waiting for me with a smile. Yes, a smile. I pick him up and kiss his cheek, and he rewards me with an even bigger, gummy smile – crinkly eyes and coos included. I take him to my room so John and I can finish waking up. Some mornings he talks, and talks, and talks and we just want to sleep, but we always just look at him with a smile through utter exhaustion and crusty eyes.  This morning he was really hungry since he slept in late. As soon as we settled upon the mattress, he nuzzled my shirt and began to suck like Maggie Simpson. Yea, he didn’t like breastfeeding, so if he was doing this, I knew he was serious.

You see, Wes is not a screamer. He does not carry on or shed tears often. When he does, I know it’s serious – like when he got his 2 month shots. That poor child had the quiver lip and all. So when he gives me his signals, I answer. Little cues like this would have gone over my head, even in my first month of motherhood. At that time I was too concerned with having a set feeding schedule with him because he was underweight. With being overly stressed about my low milk supply and his disdain for the boob, I entirely missed those signals.

I rarely miss signals these days. My boy is an open book – kind of like me. If you listen, he will give you exactly what you need to know.

So we headed downstairs quietly, and I put Wes on top of comfy blankets on the floor. I let him know that I am getting him his bottle and that I will be right back. He likes hearing that. Before when I’d lay him down he would become upset that I left him, but when I started talking to him – telling him that his breakfast was on the way - he began to remain calm and entertain himself by stretching, tooting (loudly!) and looking for toys to reach for.I bring him his bottle and settle in the chair with him. He gets his bib on him, which brings utter excitement to his eyes. Sometimes he gets super excited and begins to eat his bib, which is surprisingly hard to get away from his face.

The first bottle in the morning is always difficult to get him to eat without making a mess. This is because he uses the nipple as we adults use our morning coffee. Yes, once you put the bottle to his mouth he begins to fidget and you know what’s about to happen. Some mornings he destroys his diaper immediately, but this morning it took a bit more. After a 2 ounce mess, he was finally done. It’s rather amusing to watch a newborn poop, especially my son who has paper-thin, skim milk color skin. His entire face turns 50 shades of pink and is covered in formula. Wes is a funny kid. He hates a dirty diaper, so when he’s done going, he will just sit there and stair. Sometimes he will even cry out to be changed. No matter how hungry this kid is, he will not eat if he’s got poop-filled britches. It didn’t take us too long to realize that changing his diaper first thing before his bottle was a wasteful idea. Changing Wes is another humorous activity because of how good and helpful he is. Yes, I said helpful. The kid hold up his clothes and lifts up his legs while I wipe him; I barely need to help him sometimes. It’s freaking hysterical.  Clearly he dislikes being dirty.

As soon as he was clean, he was ready to eat. For almost 9 weeks, feeding Wes was a struggle. A struggle for him to gain weight, eat without puking, coughing or wheezing. It was tough and the most dreaded activity of the day – especially when at one point when 4 ounces took an hour for him to eat because he was exhausted. Though Wes had good tone for a child with Ds, his jaw muscles are weak. Just recently he began to eat upright and take 9-11 drags from his bottle before a break. Feedings have gone down to as low as 15 minutes for 6 ounces. I credit this to our amazing speech therapist and our own determination to get Wes to where he will personally succeed. After his bottle he just rested on my chest for his morning nap. I’ve learned with his reflux that it’s best to keep him upright for at least 15 minutes so his food has some time to digest before having the opportunity to revisit.

After our rather predictable morning routines, John and I settle into whatever we need to do, but we also make time to fit in activities to do with Wes. Lately we’ve been reading to him, making small talk face to face, having him sit in his Bumbo and doing therapies to work on his neck flexibility. Wes has a tight ligament in his neck due to how we had to feed him in the beginning. This has resulted in Wes favoring his right side which caused that side of his head getting flatter. It’s difficult to get Wes to look both ways, but we’re getting on the ball. I have to admit, we weren’t good at it in the beginning, but we’re really working hard now – especially since we’re getting the stink eye from Wes’s physical therapist. Sometimes we forget that we’re parents and that starting things off right with Wes is super important. Having a typical child or a child with a disability really doesn’t change who you are as a person, so there are times when we have to remind ourselves that we have a kid who would really benefit from more interactions. I hate to admit that we’re lazy at times, but seriously, I don’t have a halo around my head {but I’m getting there. Just kidding…}.

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Events in the Down syndrome community and a story on the news this morning is what spurred me to write – to somewhat get out of my funk {though clearly my writing lacks in luster}. Recently, 22 month old Ryan died; he was the boy with the banana split party that was in the news. Then the daughter of a friend died tragically. Four year old Kylie passed away suddenly on Monday afternoon. She was playing in her brother’s room and was apparently reaching for a toy that fell behind the dresser. She died of positional asphyxiation and was found unresponsive by her father. It was hard to see it all unfold on Facebook from the urgent message that Kylie was not breathing and to pray for her, then the chilling messages that she had passed. My heart aches for Stephanie and her family. Though Stephanie is a friend of Facebook, and I only know her through the Down syndrome page we are a part of, I still see her as a friend.  I have made so many friends that I have never met, but they are a part of my life. A part of Wes’s life. They love him so much, and I love their kids just the same.

On the news this morning it was reported that Whooping Cough is becoming even more serious and several babies have died. John actually had me rewind it so he could watch it again. “We should go get our shots.” John said. “I know, I’ve been telling you that since before Wes was born.” I had my shot about 3 years ago, but John did not.  I don’t think he realized the seriousness of it until he heard that babies were dying. I’ve never seen him so moved to do something before. We’re both getting the shot today.

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We’ve changed so much in these past 3 months. I love it.

Vacations galore!

Sorry for the brief hiatus, but the past few weeks have proven to be busy - in a good way! However, I don't think my poor felines were too thrilled by our absence. {read: puke around house, poop outside of litter box. It's a shame I love them so much, ha!}

I haven't been up to writing too much lately; I've lost my pep. Could be the heat, could be being a new mom, could be our 2 weeks of vacation, 30+ hours in the car and recovering from wisdom teeth extraction - you know, the usual. Whatever it is, I have no inspiration at this point. Sometimes that's not a bad thing since it means nothing has happened to bring strong emotions to print. I'm content. I'm absolutely in love with my boy, my life, and where it's going. Things are really good right now.

Without further ado, here are pics from the past few weeks. Enjoy!

 Lake Seneca: Wineries, hike, wineries, brewery, heat wave, no a/c, D'ah! Was awesome until Hell took over the thermostat in a vacation home without air-conditioning. ;-)

Lake Senaca!

View from our house

Watkins Glenn Gorge

 

 It started out lovely...

 

Little man hated the hike. I don't blame him! It was the beginning of the heatwave and we were sweating! So, yes - he did survive the gorge! Oh, and I'm pretty sure he was the youngest to climb the gorge at 9 weeks old!

Daddy had the pleasure of walking Wes back down... fortunately we took the easier, more shaded trail. As you can see, Wes was pooped. 

Insert high pitched daddy squeal. Yes, daddy - not Wes.

Happy boys AFTER their banana splits. Ugh, I missed it!

Rammie boys need a lot of exercise. By this picture, so does their TT (me).

Beautiful, airconditionless nights...

Fishing in Lake Seneca!

Group Hug Apparel was right along with us!

My nephew, Danny... His birthday always falls around vacation time. Lucky little squirt! Mine was always the first day of school!

These two are destined to be buddies for life!

 

My first baby... my godson and nephew

I love my baby boy... Huge event happened this day. Wes smiled with purpose and cooed a sweet laugh - like an owl. who, who, WHO! 9 weeks, 4 days... he still loves to smile and laugh!

After a week break at home, we headed down to Ocean Isle Beach, NC. This was a fantastic trip as well, but this time we had babysitter - oh yea! Thanks Mimi and Pop! Our week consisted of a movie, dinners out, visiting Wilmington, AC/DC cover band (yes, you read the correctly!), and tennis - just the two of us! This is a rarity with little man.

We didn't take too many pictures this trip. We were loving just taking in the sites and relaxation.

Daddy trying to get Wes laughing

Mommy knows how to get him going... "I eat yo face!"

"Mommy! Don't eat my face!"

Wes and Percy the Pussy Cat called it a truce. They're buddies now. You should hear the conversations between these two!

Battleship in Wilmington

I was obsessed trying to find the alligators! 

"Here Charlie! Here Charlene!"

Still trying to avoid photos - sigh... 20lbs to go!

Mimi and Pop!

I don't think Mimi or Pop put Wes down once this week. He is so loved... and spoiled. We're on reset mode this week, ha! Just kidding!

What a love!

I'm hoping to write again soon, I just need motivation. Right now I am just enjoying the peacefulness of summer.