Maggie is a full time job. Technically she’s a full time job for 3 people. And even then, it’s a lot. This weekend, Jenny took Grayden out of town for his spring break. I can only assume they’ve been busy doing keg stands and hitting up foam parties while I’ve been home alone with Maggie. Sometimes those weekends can be very draining. Especially recently, her mood has been sour and she’d been alternating between crying and hyperventilating, coupled with seizures and a complete refusal to eat. It’s been exhausting. She’s been reticent to use her computer, unwilling to do any school work, too tired to really commit to her therapies. We’ve been beaten by Rett for a few months now and waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel has been trying. Jenny told me they would stay back and I considered taking her up on the offer, but, at the same time, it’s important to remember that Grayden needs to get away from all the stress of Rett Syndrome every now and again as well. And, since I had just had a refreshing weekend away last weekend, I was ready for what I assumed would be a challenge.
Maggie and I had seen a GI specialist earlier in the week and she prescribed a short term treatment plan and suggested taking it easy over the weekend. So, instead of filling our dance card up with friends and activities, we stayed in, watched movies, baked croissants, but mostly, I just listened to her. We get wound up in our obligations, and often fall back on the idea that she can’t control her body, so we need to direct her at all times. But, with no where to go and no one to see, this weekend was different. There was no rushing out the door or hurrying to get orthotics on her feet. Instead, I followed her lead for a change. I assumed her actions were deliberate, instead of a result of a neurological malfunction. It seems like a no-brainer, but it’s a tough thing to remember. She wanders and spins and skips all day long, so I’m not always fully convinced she’s intending to do the thing she’s doing.
The first night we ate dinner together. She was having mashed potatoes and turkey. I was having Matzo Ball Soup. Well, I was having Matzo Ball soup. She was refusing to eat, again. I’d offer mashed potatoes, avocado, mac and cheese, anything that any kid would enjoy. But she refused. And I thought, “I guess this is another night where she doesn’t eat dinner.”
Then, “Tap tap,” Maggie tapped my soup with her hand, signifying that was something she wanted. So I gave her a bite of my soup. And another and another, until she ate it all up. It was probably the first full meal she had had in weeks. She smiled at me, relieved that I waited for her, relieved that I listened to her. When she finished, I asked if she was done. She turned to me to signify a yes and scooted down off her chair. She walked to the couch and sat down. “Are you saying you want to watch a movie?” I asked her. She giggled. I said, “you should take a bath first and then we’ll watch,” and I proceeded to lift her, as I do every night. But she went limp. She was not moving from that spot. I apologized for trying to force her to do something she wasn’t ready for. We sat and watched a movie and when it was done, she stood up and walked to the bath as if to say, “on my time, dad.”
The next day she slept in and when she woke up she was smiling. She didn’t feel 100% but she was smiling. When she sat at her computer she asked me if we could go bowling. We had a 20 minute conversation about bowling, exclusively using her eye gaze computer, which was a thing we have done maybe once and talked about probably never. I promised I would take her. I followed her lead all day and as she fell asleep that night, nestled in my arms (it’s the only way she really falls asleep), she looked up at me and smiled until she couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore.
On Sunday friends ended up coming over intending to swim. Her stomach had been upset and though swimming was on the agenda, she didn’t want to swim. She protested getting into her bathing suit and I figured it would pass when she got in the water. A few minutes into the swim she came to me, staring, purposefully at me, silently demanding that we get out of the pool. I helped her out and her attitude changed, appreciative, once again, I had “heard” what she was communicating to me. When her friends were done we played games, again, using her eye gaze. Months had gone by without her using it significantly and prior to that, her one word sentences with the computer required some mental gymnastics on our part to make sense of her intentions. Her peers still struggle to understand what she’s trying to say, but when they came to the table she said, “what’s up” and engaged with them for, possibly, the first time in their lives. They had been asking questions about Rett Syndrome all day, and I could see their excitement to finally be talking to Maggie, after years of struggling to understand her.
I’m not saying I want Jenny and Grayden to leave town every weekend. But next time they do, I’ll be prepared, but not necessarily for it to be work,
This is us riding through the In N Out drive through on a bike
AJ you are a very special dad!!
Thanks Sheila!
AJ, you are a beautiful person and an amazing dad! Love you and miss you.
Thanks so much Gilda. Right back at you!
Way to go, AJ!
You nailed it with Maggie!
Special memories for both of you.
It was super to be with Jenny and Grayden on Sunday!
Y’all are blessed with two precious children.
Brenda
Thanks Brenda. Sorry I missed y’all!
such a beautiful connection <3
What an amazing weekend. I hope there are other experiences that go well when you are able to understand Maggie and follow her lead.
This is a beautiful post. Thank you for sharing, AJ.