tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23272902771001795932024-03-12T16:30:28.426-07:00Baby Number FiveAnnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-42944987731922909522015-07-16T02:59:00.002-07:002015-07-16T02:59:28.599-07:00We've moved!Thank you for visiting Baby Number Five.<br />
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We are all doing fine but we have been documenting our journey elsewhere for the past couple of years. If you would like to catch up please visit us at<a href="http://www.raisiebay.com/" target="_blank"> Raisiebay.com</a><br />
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We look forward to seeing you there xxAnnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-59709534869956195882013-01-27T14:31:00.000-08:002013-01-27T14:31:17.353-08:00The Not So Little, Little ManI thought I'd do an update on the Little Man Joseph seeing as I haven't done one for a while.<br />
Considering he was such a slow starter he's caught up so well now. I'd say he was well on par for any two and a half year old (even though he's not quite 2 1/2 yet)<br />
At one year old his preferred position was lying flat out on the floor with no attempts at moving. When he did start moving it was bum shuffling and he had no desire to stand or cruise the furniture. He finally started walking at 22 months, almost two years!! I know that's not that unusual but when you are a mother of five and four of them had all walked before their first birthday, it was a bit of a shock for me. Also, there was the language delay. I have a friend with a little man six weeks younger than Joseph (and he was walking at one year old) who's language skills were really brushing up at the stage where Joseph was just beginning to say mummy and daddy properly. Now children develop at different rates, I'll tell anyone this, it's true, it doesn't mean anything. And it's so easy to say when it's your child leaps and bounds ahead of the other parent you are telling it too. When it's your own child, and you already have two kids with disabilities, the worries just spin endlessly around in your head.<br />
So here we are just months later (around seven) and it's like I have a completely different child on my hands. Not only does he walk, he runs, jumps, climbs, dances, goes up and down stairs (Lucy didn't master this until about three years old) and doesn't even use a buggy any more. His language is great too, he talks in sentences, can sing whole songs, and his pronunciation is really good too. He can recognise some numbers when he sees them (7 and 9) and can count to 12. He has truly caught up. You would not believe he was a slow starter at all. See, all children develop at different rates, even ones in the same family.<br />
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While I'm here I will inform you that I am winding down this blog. It's been great recording my pregnancy and early years of my little man and I will keep it here and add to it infrequently for my own benefit more than anything else. I'll update on my five 'babies' when I need to on my other blog <a href="http://www.raisiebay.com/" target="_blank">Raisie Bay</a> This will be my main blog from now on and that's where you will find me.<br />
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<br />Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-60323740601715802732013-01-20T07:37:00.001-08:002013-01-20T07:37:24.280-08:00Do I worry Too Much (part 2)Last July I wrote a post about how I was worried about my five year old daughter, Leila. I'm sad to report that things are just getting worse. She doesn't seem to be doing any better at school. She is on an Individual Education Plan and getting extra help with her work, but her progress is not good. She can barely read, when at this age Lucy was reading by herself. Leila can spell out all the letters in a word but then has no idea what they say. Her writing has improved a little, well, at least she can write her own name now. Her drawing is quite good, at least that's something.<br />
More worrying than ever is her behaviour. It still seems like she doesn't hear things properly, event though a hearing test came back ok. Her speech is underdeveloped and she doesn't sound words properly, kind of like a deaf person, but as I've already said, she's not deaf. She has difficulty in understanding simple instructions and will insist that you've said something that you haven't. She screams and cries all the time, she's incredibly fickle. When playing with others she gets bossy and if they don't do everything she says she ends up having a screaming and crying fit like a toddler. It's getting to the point where no-one wants to play with her.<br />
I find it difficult to explain but it's really like she doesn't understand, she doesn't understand rules, what you are saying to her or how to play with others. She spends most of her time in a mood or tantrum. I am really worrying now. She was always my good girl, slept well and was good at occupying herself. She was never demanding or difficult to look after. So why is her behaviour so bad now? It seems that she is having difficulty in understanding the world around her and is reacting by behaving like a toddler. (I never had the terrible two's with her, maybe she's catching up now!)<br />
I do not think she is autistic. I did have suspicions in the past, but things don't add up. She does have learning difficulties and I think these are making her behaviour so bad.<br />
I know I worry too much.<br />
If anyone else has a five year old like this I'd love to hear from you.Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-6110521986228399942013-01-05T04:10:00.002-08:002013-01-05T04:10:57.859-08:00Seven Do Christmas (and New Year)So how did Christmas go in our household?<br />
First up we all got sick in the weeks before. Leila started straight after her school disco party and ended up missing the rest of the week off school, including her Christmas Dinner, Christmas party and a trip to visit Santa at the farm. Lucy managed to stay well until the last day and only missed her Carol Concert. Joseph made it to his Christmas party but missed the last two days at school (which meant absolutely no FREE time for me to finish off any Christmas shopping and preparations) Of course I was poorly throughout. I kept plodding on the best I could but I was going to bed with the kids in the evening and getting very little done throughout the day because I felt so bad. Dad was poorly too and so were Big brother and sister, but they seemed to recover pretty quickly and were not as bad as the rest of us.<br />
Me and the girls managed a trip to the theatre to see the <a href="http://www.raisiebay.com/2012/12/the-gruffalos-child-review.html" target="_blank">Gruffalo's Child</a> on the day before Christmas Eve. I was feeling dreadful but we still had a good time, the girls loved the show (And so did I)<br />
Then Christmas day suddenly arrived. I really could have done with it being a week later, but sick or not I was still fully prepared. (What would I have done in the days before internet shopping/home delivery?)<br />
I was awake at 6am but not anyone else!! The girls finally stirred about 7am so I woke everyone else up too. And we all got up except big sis. The present opening frenzy began, thank goodness for Santa, hey, I don't know if mummy could have provided so many lovely wrapped presents.<br />
The girls and Joseph were totally thrilled with their presents, really excited but also just happy, not stressing out or anxiousness or arguing, they were lovely. The big kids were fairly happy with their presents, they did get what they wanted after all, (just not many surprises) My presents were not good, but I was too sick to feel disappointed. I much more of a giver than a receiver anyway so I won't complain.<br />
So on to dinner! I'd got everything prepped and ready by late morning and the turkey was in the oven. But! The big kids did not want a Christmas lunch, the earliest they would go for was 5pm. At first I was frustrated, I wanted it earlier, get it out of the way and chill for the evening. However, it worked out well though because I could take things easy and I wasn't on my feet all day in the kitchen.<br />
I really expected at least one meltdown or argument during the day but it all went really well. Big son (Aspie) was brilliant with his little sister (ASD) they are so on the same wavelength. He kept her happy and occupied all day, helping her out all the time so she didn't get frustrated (i.e. opening boxes, setting up toys) He even played a Barbie board game with the girls. The Little Man was really happy with his new toys and played peacefully all day. Dad spent a lot of time at his mum's house (neighbour) but he also helped out a lot so I'm not going to complain.<br />
Dinner was really yum. I made no exceptions, everyone had the same, even Lucy who has a limited diet and refuses to try anything new. Most plates were empty afterwards (apart from Lucy but she did try) Leila discovered she loved sprouts :-) She definitely is her mother's daughter! And Big Sis made no complaints either, and trust me, she HAS to complain about everything on her plate usually.<br />
So that was our Christmas day.<br />
On to New Years Eve. We hadn't planned anything but the usual routine is that I make a buffet style dinner and we have a few drinks before scoffing loads of cheese and biscuits and other treats. We had to pop to the supermarket and I suggested to Dad that we could invite a couple of people over if I bought a little more buffet food. We made a couple of phone calls but it was a bit late in the day and the 'no' replies were expected. Then we had call backs saying ok they'd be up later.<br />
I still wasn't feeling well but I just didn't care any more, I wanted a drink and some fun. So that's what I did. Family and friends arrived and we all had a lovely evening. Leila and Joseph decided they'd had enough about 10pm and went to bed like little angels. Lucy stayed up until midnight and saw in the New Year with us. We always finish the evening by going outside with the neighbours and viewing the fireworks.<br />
And New Years Day? I felt better than I had done in weeks, no hangover, no illness, nothing!<br />
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Happy New Year xx<br />
<br />Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-13815238480527750412012-11-04T15:09:00.001-08:002012-11-04T15:09:05.883-08:00Is it Because He's a Boy?What a time I'm having with my Little Man lately. My girls are angels in comparision, I've never been so worn out by a child I'm really feeling my age.<br />
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<li> while I was trying to iron the school uniforms for tomorrow he was sitting under the ironing board moaning because I wasn't giving him my full attention.</li>
<li>he kept messing with his sister's game console every possible chance he could, eventually causing it to freeze and a major tantrum from sister.</li>
<li>every single drink I made him, even though they were in lidded cups, ended up all down his front, over the cat or over the settee.</li>
<li>several times I had to fetch him from the toilet where he likes to put anything and everything down the bowl.</li>
<li>he fetched the kiddie step from the bathroom sink to put up the kitchen sink and managed to reach inside to find a knife (no fun having a bathroom downstairs, at least I can stop him from getting upstairs)</li>
<li>He sneaked away a bottle of cleaning fluid that I was using and even though I'd replaced the child safety cap he'd managed to open by the time I'd chased him to the living room with it. (thank goodness I'd noticed him take it and was hot on his trail!)</li>
<li>after I'd gone to fetch a cloth to wipe up the mess he'd made with a cup of juice he grabbed my cup of tea that I'd just made and poured it on the floor. He did spill some on himself but was so wet with cold juice it was diluted and he avoided burning himself. (normally, the tea is not left in his reach but I literally had just brought it in the room when I had to snatch the juice off him and put it down without thinking while I grabbed something to clean up his mess)</li>
<li>he's attacked 3 of our 4 cats, the other one doesn't come indoors until he's gone to bed.</li>
<li>he threw a remote control at his sister bruising her eye.</li>
<li>he ripped off a piece of wallpaper from the living room. I'm about to re-decorate and am planning on paint rather than paper this time.</li>
<li>he's bitten me twice during nappy changes</li>
<li>he played up for almost an hour at bedtime</li>
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Apart from the dangerous things (the tea and cleaning fluid) these are things that occur on a daily basis. Yesterday he managed to screw up the cable tv box. </div>
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The only reason he doesn't cause more damage is because 99 percent of the time I am giving him my complete attention, even if I have other things to do, like housework. (admittedly, he's pretty good with a duster, although I have to put him outside in his pushchair if I vacuum because he screams the house down he hates it so much) </div>
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I long for his nap time, unlike bedtime he goes to sleep really quick. I have to wake him after an hour or he won't sleep at night, but that hour is bliss.</div>
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I also like mealtimes, even though he makes a mess at least he's restrained by his highchair and I can actually sit down for five minutes without having to keep getting up to see what he's up to.</div>
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Maybe it's my age, maybe it's because I've been spoilt having two relatively well behaved little girls previously, or maybe it's because he's a boy? He has such angelic looks, and when he's curled up in bed (usually next to me as he hates his own bed) he's the most adorable creature on earth. But he's just a little devil, a crazy whirlwind of destruction and naughtiness while at the same time being clingy and hating mummy doing anything but giving him 100 percent attention. Don't get me wrong, he gets the attention (yes, I even have to play with him while I'm on the loo) so it's not because he's missing it. Please please please let it be a phase that he'll soon grow out of. I don't know how much more I can take.</div>
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<br />Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-1137684264446828592012-10-15T09:03:00.000-07:002012-10-15T09:03:23.895-07:00Teething Pains!Now as a parent of a toddler you probably think this post is about him, but no it's about Leila, now 5 years old and currently cutting her back teeth. Last night she had me up until 3am while she howled with pain. She had a sweetie at her nanny's house earlier and I could hear her screaming from our home, two doors away. I assumed she had a bad tooth and even went on the usual guilt trip, have I given her too many sweets. I do try to keep my kids diets healthy and as sugar and salt free as possible but it's hard to avoid, especially with fruit lovers. Leila and Cassie are the only children who have had fillings and problems. I felt really bad when Leila had her first filling at just 3 years old. I even suspected it may be down to pro-longed breastfeeding as she was just over two when we stopped. I do believe that sometimes it's down to the individual. My older kids dad had terrible mouth hygiene and ate whatever he felt like and never even had a toothache (well, apart from the time he hit himself in the mouth with an axe!!! seriously!) Yet, I've always been careful and had excellent hygiene, visited the dentist regularly and still ended up with fillings and extractions galore. My top front teeth are either veneers or crowns!<br />
Anyway, I digress, lets get back to my little girl. I kept her home from school this morning so we could visit the dentist as an emergency. I got an appointment at 9.40am. We went along only to find out that their was nothing wrong, she was just having a tooth come through...she was TEETHING! So, I was a little embarrassed but the dentist was kind and we left with a sticker (for Leila) and told to use teething gel.<br />
I've three children older than Leila and not one of them has had any problem cutting teeth after babyhood. Even then it's been pretty plain sailing for all of them, just a few rosy cheeks and dribble fests.<br />
I took Leila to school after the dentist and when I picked her up her teacher said she had been moody all day, probably lack of sleep! She also pointed out that she thought Leila's jaw looked red and swollen. Oops, there comes that embarrassing moment when I have to explain it's a birth mark, gees you think the teacher would have noticed it before now, they've been at school six weeks!Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-7580463869249397292012-09-26T02:35:00.003-07:002012-09-26T02:37:16.653-07:00Overwhelmed!By generosity!
I'm collecting old mobile phones in return for an ipad to help my daughter Lucy. Today I received a package for 89 phones!! What a boost, I'm now more than half way there.
I've had lots of promises too, so hopefully this task is not going to be so long to achieve as I first thought. Of course there is still a long way to go, but I am overwhelmed by the generosity of some people. Thank you so so much!<br />
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<a href="http://www.heartsandmindsphones.co.uk/">Heart and Minds</a> is a charity which helps turn old mobile phones into ipads for children with autism. They also help schools and are currently working towards opening a school specifically for autistic children.<br />
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Having an ipad could help Lucy's communication, learning, organisation, fine motor skills, relaxation and behaviour. It would be a welcome addition to our home. If you can help in any way by donating your old mobile phone then please contact me okesanne (@) gmail.com or on Twitter @okesanne. Thank you so much!<br />
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I was cuddling with Joseph when he reached over to grab his milk, I said 'no, it's all gone' and he stopped, inches from my face an glared at me. Then his features softened and he carried on staring at me. Finally he said 'love you mummy' and planted a big kiss on my lips.<br />
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Up until now we've had to prompt him to say 'love you' so it was a very special moment.<br />
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<br />Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-66467125311305570852012-09-21T03:42:00.001-07:002012-09-21T03:42:38.442-07:00Missing My Little ManJoseph has started crying when I leave him at pre-school. He goes in fine, he looks for his coat peg, puts his lunch bag on the trolly and runs to the door. Then when we get inside he clings to me and holds me so tight. If I try to move him even a little, he cries. I try to get him interested in the things around, the playdough table, the cars and garage, the train set (this one works best) and eventually he'll peal himself away from me and play. But he's constantly watching for me and doesn't want me to leave. If I do he cries again. His carer will take over and give him a cuddle, or sit him on her lap. I know by the time I've signed the register he'll have stopped crying, and usually by the time I've got outside and took a sneaky peak in the window he seems quite calm and happy. Then when I pick him up I'm always told that he has been fine all day, and he doesn't seem overly keen to go home, although he's obviously happy to see me.<br />
The thing is, I'm going home and feeling down all day, today I've been worse than ever and I'm thinking I can't do this any more. What if he carries on doing this, do I have to go through this every day he's there. Can I take the heartbreak? If he was crying all day then it would be an easy decision to stop him going. Seeing him so calm before I've even left the premises tells me he's ok, but I'm not. I still can't help thinking he should be home with me. He's no trouble (mostly), I don't need this free time, I miss him so much. But he's having fun, mixing with other children and getting prepared for his school years. And it's only two and a half days a week.<br />
Why is being a parent so hard?<br />
Here is a little pic of him after pre-school yesterday, a little worn out.<br />
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<br />Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-59116581460198383142012-09-18T14:26:00.000-07:002012-09-18T14:27:12.929-07:00The FestivalOn Sunday we had our local festival. We took the kids up and had a really nice day. It didn't rain and was quite warm when the sun broke from behind the clouds.<br />
The entertainment consisted of Belly Dancers, singers, circus acts, majorettes and fire dancers. The kids were invited to have a go on the circus equipment, there was a tightrope, some trampolines, stilts and mini bikes to name a few. There were the usual stalls offering tombola prizes and mini games, a bouncy castle, a huge inflatable slide, a couple of fairground rides and a fire engine that the kids could sit in.<br />
Oh, I mustn't forget the ice cream van :-)<br />
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<br />Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-66799071784714699962012-09-06T14:56:00.001-07:002012-09-06T14:57:05.585-07:00Joseph is a Little BuilderBy that I don't mean he's been playing with the Mega Bloks :-) Little Builders is the name of the pre-school he is now going to. Yesterday he spent an hour there and we waited with him. He had so much fun he barely noticed us. He fitted in straight away and even spent time going up to other toddlers and saying hello. We were in the playground outside at one point and Joseph was playing on a bike. A little girl had a bump with another boy and although it wasn't bad she started screaming. Joseph immediately jumped off his bike and went up to her and asked "you arright!" bless him.<br />
Today he went at 12.30 and we left him there until 3pm. We were only there with him a couple of minutes and he was quite happy to say goodbye to us and let us go. When we went to pick him up, at first he didn't want to leave. The staff there said he'd been really good and was quite happy being their alone.<br />
Tomorrow he goes in at 9am until 2pm...eeek! No doubt he'll be fine again, but I missed him so much today, I'm not going to be so happy.<br />
From next week he'll be attending every Wednesday afternoon and all day on Thursday and Friday.<br />
I didn't do this with any of my other children, they all started nursery at 3 years old, apart from my eldest who I just bear to let go until he started school. I feel he is far too young at just 2 years to be leaving me. However, I've given it lots of thought and basically it's my selfishness that wants to keep him at home, I'm sure he will love going to pre-school. If at any point he doesn't love it then I will keep him home, I'm doing this for him not me. I've consoled myself by thinking that we still get two full days alone together (and two with the girls at the weekend) This time will be even more precious for me and I will surely make the most of it.<br />
So that's it, my baby is growing up!Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-77067493769601718562012-09-04T03:08:00.000-07:002012-09-04T03:13:30.235-07:00Back To School!yesterday the girls went back to school. Leila into year 1, Lucy into year 3. In my day it would have Junior school!!.<br />
The night before Lucy was anxious, refusing to go to school, refusing to go to sleep and generally being miserable and moody. yesterday morning, however, she was really excited and looking forward to going back. Dad got up and came with us so the girls got to ride their scooters to school.<br />
Leila had to have two kisses and a cuddle before she left me but she was ok, not upset or anything. Lucy gave me a quick kiss on request and was a little tentative entering the school, but not too bad at all. I missed them all day and couldn't wait to pick them up, It was lovely to see them come out of school bubbly, happy and chatty...even Lucy!<br />
Then after a couple of hours at home Lucy got moody again. Still she was very tired so we put it down to that and took them to bed. She wouldn't go to sleep again, insisting that she had to read first, then asking for the night light off when she has always had it on. Eventually she fell asleep but was up again at 5am.<br />
She was moody again this morning and totally un co-operative. She wouldn't get washed or dressed for me, I ended up having to help her. She then had a tantrum because she wanted to take her scooter again, but I can't manage them on my own as I have the pushchair. (Dad was too tired to get up today)<br />
On the way to school she finally told me what was bothering her. when they do p.e they have a timer with a buzzer that goes off at 5 mins. Anyone not ready in that time has to miss p.e. Lucy cannot get changed in 5 minutes, it's more like 15-20 minutes. She has poor co-ordination and concentration, getting dressed is a real trial for her, even though she is capable. It took us a long time to teach her to undress and dress so to us it's an achievement that she can actually do it. We don't try to make her do it quicker.<br />
I've told her I will have a word with her teacher. I know that up until now she's been given a little longer than the others to get dressed. I've also told her that we will practice changing at home to see if we can get her to do it any quicker. She wasn't too pleased with that :/<br />
Then it got me thinking. She's 7 years old now and it's starting to be more noticeable that she's not quite like the other children at school. It won't be long before the other children pick that up, if they haven't already. She does need to be treated differently, the more this happens the more she will be singled out as different. So now I'm thinking, is it possible for a child on the autistic spectrum to be happy in a mainstream school?<br />
Going back to when my eldest son was Lucy's age. The school had told me they thought he had problems and had given me a number to ring to get him assessed. I buried my head in the sand, said the school didn't know what they were talking about. He was top of the class in most of his work, maybe he was just too clever and bored? Things gradually got worse but still I wouldn't accept that anything was wrong, although I knew in my heart that there was something not right.<br />
Fast forward a few years to secondary school, he was bullied mercilessly, he refused to listen to any of the teachers and was always in trouble, he would run away on a daily basis from school and home, he was uncontrollable, he never completed any of the work he was given at school. I was called in for an urgent meeting, he was taken to see a psychologist and the outcome was a diagnosis of Aspergers Syndrome. The school's response to this was to start assessing him for a Special Needs Statement and sticking him in the special needs class. This was all too much for my bright son and he ended up getting worse.<br />
I took him out of school and refused to send him back. I said I would teach him myself but even after a ton of research I knew I wouldn't be able to cope with him. He was then given a home tutor and that worked nicely. He was co-operative and completed all work given to him. Sadly, it was not a long term option. Eventually he was given a place at a Special School, in a class with other children with high functioning autism. He never made a single friend there, and we still had episodes of unresponsiveness and running away, but overall he got on much better. He left with 5 GCSE's and went on to a Special College. Now he's doing a degree in accountancy. He's had a couple of work experience jobs but not a proper job yet. At 24 I'm happy with the way things have turned out. But, I don't want to go through all that again.<br />
Another factor to take into consideration is Lucy's dad. With my son I was a single parent, so that meant I had to deal with it all by myself, but on the other hand I didn't have anyone to oppose me.<br />
Lucy's dad has already expressed that he wants Lucy to stay in mainstream, and he won't even consider home schooling. (By the way, I did successfully homeschool my older NT daughter for 3 years)<br />
So a sad little girl this morning has set me on a rollercoaster of emotions and now I'm completely stressed just thinking about the future.<br />
I'd love some responses, here or on <a href="https://twitter.com/okesanne" target="_blank">Twitter </a>or #<a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/104429529649897/" target="_blank">Specialsaturday</a> #Special awareness.<br />
Do you think that children with autism can thrive in a mainstream school, at primary or secondary level?<br />
Do you think that it's best to treat children with high functioning autism the same as other children, or should they be treated differently?<br />
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<br />Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-34095034266424267982012-08-30T14:57:00.000-07:002012-08-30T14:57:19.549-07:00She's a Daytripper!one way ticket yeah! It took me soooo long to find out....<br />
Sorry, got a bit carried away there, that's what happens when you go sight seeing in Liverpool.<br />
Daddy of babies 3,4 and 5 is a big Beatles fan...pah! At least I was born when they were around ;-)<br />
So when deciding where to go on a day trip (which didn't involve a beach as we fancied something different) we chose Liverpool. I've only been to Liverpool once before and that was February of this year, but I was taking eldest son to the airport, and I really only saw the airport and the train station.<br />
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We arrived just after 11 am and headed straight for Albert Docks. On arrival, Leila read the sign as Albert Ducks and gave us a giggle. We had fun watching the Yellow Duck Marine plunge into the water and all it's passengers squeeling. We wanted to ride but it wasn't advisable for younger children, and I didn't want to stay behind with Joseph, so that's something we'll try next time. We also had a peek at the Yellow Submarine (which was not actually a submarine but a boat.) We visited the Beatles Story and bought a couple of souvenirs before taking a walk around the docks.<br />
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After we headed of to the Cavern quarter. We had a walk around and then headed down into the Cavern. It was dark, hot and smelly (beer) and Lucy really couldn't handle it. I could see her heading for a meltdown so we left again quickly. As Daddy really really wanted to go there I told him to go back and I'd take the kids to do some shopping/browsing. Leila wanted to go back in too so he took her and she loved it. Meanwhile we had a walk around some more touristy shops while we waited.</div>
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We had a really fun day and the kids were so well behaved. We had very few problems with Lucy, apart from in the Cavern but we could fully understand that. She also had some knee pain from walking, and a couple of times she became upset but nothing too bad. They were even well behaved on the train journey there and back. Joseph was the only one who got bored, but hey, he's only two.</div>
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<br />Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-31910241261291522022012-08-27T04:46:00.001-07:002012-09-26T02:38:28.212-07:00Plea for old Mobile PhonesI've just joined a scheme in which you can exchange old mobile phones in return for an ipad. I believe that Lucy, my 7ry old daughter with autism, would benefit from having an ipad and some of the excellent apps that I've been reading about. I know she sometimes uses an ipad at school and her teacher has some special apps for her. She needs extra help with learning how to understand other people and communicating with them. She is verbal but doesn't understand social cues. Also, I believe that her education would be improved as she would put more effort into her work if she was doing it on an ipad. She definitely a gadget girl.<br />
Unfortunately at this time buying an ipad for her is out of my budget, so I was happy to find this scheme run by <a href="http://www.heartsandmindsphones.co.uk/" target="_blank">Hearts and Minds</a>. I would like to collect 175 phones for an ipad with the Grace app.<br />
This is not going to be an easy task so I'm asking everyone everywhere to help if they can.<br />
The phones do not have to be working but they do need to be less than 10 years old and have a battery. I do not need any sim cards.<br />
I have entry forms for a competition where you could win your mortgage paid for a year which I will fill in for anyone kind enough to donate a phone.<br />
I am willing to pay postage for mobiles sent to me. They don't need to be in boxes or have any special packaging (just bubble wrap and brown paper would do) and they can be posted second class, or as cheaply as possible.<br />
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So, can you help? Do you know anyone who might be able to help that you could pass this message on to? If you can I would love to hear from you at okesanne (at) gmail.com<br />
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Thank you xx
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<img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/t/wbzwyNf/fundraising.png"></a>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-35427749112954443732012-08-26T03:42:00.002-07:002012-08-26T03:47:09.355-07:00Lucy's 7th BirthdayI'm finding it so hard to believe that Lucy is now 7 years old. Where has the time gone?<br />
Her birthday started in the usual way, Lucy woke up early and I came downstairs with her. Her present were waiting for her and she was able to open them herself without Leila and Joseph's interference as they were still sleeping. Leila was a little upset when she got up and Lucy had opened her presents, but she soon got over it. Lucy was much worse when it was Leila's birthday and got very jealous as she watched her open her presents.<br />
One of my presents to Lucy was a Fur Real Puppy Dog. She had asked for this and it was her main present but to be honest she's not paid it much interest, She also had a swimming mermaid doll and couldn't wait to get in the bath to play with it. It's been abandoned since. I bought her some Playdough because she requested it and it has been the most played with, not only by Lucy but Leila and Joseph love it too. Gifts from other people included a scooter, an art kit, lots of clothing, a stone painting set, a cuddly rabbit and some smaller bits and pieces (make-up, pens, a little pony, an alien in an egg etc.)<br />
We didn't really do anything on her birthday as it was a miserable wet day and we are having a couple of days out next week so I thought I'd save my money.<br />
On Saturday we had a little party for her. I sent out sixteen invitations in the last week of school but only had four replies. We had some rejections from a few friends too so I knew that not many were going to turn up. Just before the party was about to start we had a massive thunderstorm and Lucy was crying because she thought no-one would come in the rain. Then right on time, three of her friends turned up. So with Lucy, Leila and Joseph we had a party for six. Despite the low number we still had fun, decorating ponies, playing pass-the-parcel, musical statues, musical bumps and hunt the apples for the ponies. Then Lucy put her Just Dance game on and they all danced along. Finally the sun had dried up the garden little and they went out to play on the swings.<br />
I think Lucy enjoyed herself although it was hard to tell. She didn't really speak much to her friends and is not very good at party games, but there were plenty of smiles from her.<br />
So that's my little ones parties over for another year and if I'm honest, it's really worn me out this year. I might have to think of something different for the future.<br />
Here are a few pictures, including the cake which I made myself.<a href="http://mostlycake.wordpress.com/2012/08/25/my-little-pony-cake/" target="_blank"> (see how here)</a><br />
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<br />Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-42542954867662186532012-08-24T14:26:00.000-07:002012-08-24T14:27:55.910-07:00Apron StringsToday my eldest has been talking about moving out. He's 24 years old and has Aspergers Syndrome.<br />
He tells me that he feels like he's being left behind, he's too old to be living at home.<br />
He asked me about his money, currently he's on DLA and Jobseekers Allowance. He's trying to figure out how he can afford to live by himself.<br />
He has even made a list of all the things he will take in his bedroom and who gets what he leaves behind. He's quite a stash as he hoards things, but he's also very tidy and everything has it's place.<br />
He said he can learn how to cook and do the washing. He already knows how to do housework (although he doesn't help out very often, his room is kept very clean.) Shopping, he says he can do online, then he can work out exactly how much he is spending and have it delivered. I can't remember the last time he went to a supermarket.<br />
He has obviously been giving this a lot of thought and I don't know what to make of it. Part of me is saying, no way Jose, part of me is saying, it would do him good. I really don't think living alone would work, but maybe I could look into some kind of care in the community scheme? I don't think he is too old to be living at home and I'm happy to have him here. He's currently doing a part time course in accountancy, maybe he could find a job first. He has done voluntary work and work experience so I know if he found the right job it could be good for him. He just needs to be understood.<br />
A lot of people with Aspergers have managed in life, some without ever being diagnosed. I know that one day I will have to let him go, but it's not going to be easy.<br />
However, knowing my son like I do it will probably be something he'll talk about and plan for a very long time. He won't be in a rush.<br />
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<br />Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-52594798805627030372012-08-18T04:44:00.003-07:002012-08-18T04:46:51.943-07:00The Invisible DisabilityI don't tell everyone that we meet that Lucy has autism. Many of her friends and their mum's at school are unaware. At the age of 7 (almost) we can get away with it. I tried to get away with it much longer with her older brother but things turned really bad when he was 12 years old I don't want to make the same mistake.<br />
Lucy is verbal, intelligent and looks normal. Occasionally she will glaze over and become distant and it takes a while to get through to her but most people will take no notice. Sometimes she gets a little over excited and an a little flappy, not an unusual amount though and again, most people will take no notice. She is un-coordinated and clumsy, she has a strange gait when walking and running and sometimes performs strange actions. At 7 yrs this is starting to be a little more noticeable but we are still getting away with it.<br />
Lucy talks out of turn, ignores people, repeats what you say, talks about what she wants to talk about and doesn't really interact, talks incessantly about the things that interest her, makes funny noises all of which you can get away with at 7.<br />
When do we stop getting away with it? When does it become apparent that Lucy can't help these behaviours and is not just immature. Sadly, I don't think it will be much longer and we have to start thinking about how to deal with it, and make things easier for her.<br />
Lucy's older brother didn't have any physical problems but Lucy also has Hypermobility Syndrome and weak core muscles. These contribute to the strange way she walks and talks but also affect simple climbing ability. This summer our visits to the park have involved Lucy's 5 yr old sister and 2 year old brother doing everything by themselves, while I have had to help Lucy with climbing things. One park in particular has a slide/climbing frame that you can only access by climbing up a ramp holding on to a rope. While the other children, big and small, were zooming up with ease, Lucy just couldn't manage it and I had to give her a shove. Then yesterday we were at an event with face painting and the children were sitting on high stools to have their faces done. Lucy could not climb on to the chair and the lady who was about to paint her seemed totally shocked. I helped her up and went back to help her down afterwards.<br />
So, although Lucy may not have the traits of a severely autistic child, and doesn't look obviously disabled, she does draw attention to herself. <br />
Do we carry on as though this is all normal? My son suffered terrible bullying and even now I worry if he goes out alone (which he doesn't do very often.) How am I going to make things different for Lucy?Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-40224649297113999952012-08-11T14:51:00.001-07:002012-08-11T14:54:16.844-07:00Baby Number 5 turned twoMy little man had his second birthday. It has all gone by so fast.<br />
He was so excited when he got up in the morning and saw all his presents. His big sisters helped him open them and he was thrilled with everything. I bought him a 'work bench' which has a hammer, drill, saw and screwdriver and makes loads of noise. He also had a Thomas The Tank Engine with Harold the helicopter which he loved.<br />
We didn't have a party for him, I did feel a little bad about that but with Lucy and Leila's parties just weeks apart it's always going to be difficult fitting one in for Joseph too. I'm not sure what I will do in the future. I did think it would be nice to get together with his little friend for a tea party or picnic but his friend is on holiday :-(<br />
Still, he had a lovely day and was spoiled all day. I made him a <a href="http://mostlycake.wordpress.com/2012/08/09/fire-truck-cake-3/" target="_blank">fire truck cake</a> and his face when we lit the candle and all sang Happy Birthday was an absolute picture. He even clapped his hands in delight and joined in with hip hip hoorays.<br />
I still can't believe he is two already.<br />
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When Lucy was referred to a psychologist for a diagnosis into her autism she was sent for a physiotherapy check. Here her hypermobility was picked up again and it was suggested that this was what was causing the pain in her legs. So she was given regular physiotherapy which took place at school so it didn't interrupt her school life so much. She was also referred to a podiatrist who prescribed inserts for her shoes. I have noticed a difference, but she still gets pain. Recently I bought her a new game for her Wii. She loves dancing, so I bought Just Dance3. She has really enjoyed playing/dancing and it's giving her loads of exercise. Just like mum she lacks rhythm but I am already seeing an improvement. Maybe learning to dance this way will give her more poise and stop her looking so clumsy all the time? </div>
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So first up, the Little Man Joe. As I've already said, he loves shoes, he has five pairs of his own, but he will also wear either of his sister's shoes, his daddy's shoes (phewy) or his mummy's shoes. He's really not fussy. I really must get some photo's of him in all his different footwear. They don't even have to match. His next most favourite thing is his Happyland Train set which I bought him for Christmas. He loved it then and he loves it now. When he was little he was able to sit inside the track and watch the train go around. He's a bit bigger now, but that means he can build the track up himself. The train goes everywhere with him (although not to bed because it is noisy.) You just have to put the driver in and off it goes, but it will work with anything so long as it fits inside, building blocks are a good size. He loves putting the train on the radiator and watching go along and fall off the other end, this is really noisy though and he often gets his train confiscated if he tries it too much. Finally, he has a love of batteries. From an early age he would grab a screwdriver from the kitchen drawer and attempt to open his toys to get the batteries out. We have had move the screwdrivers now because obviously you can't trust a 1 year old with them. Every toy he picks up he points to the bottom and says batteries, even if they don't use them, he knows what makes things work.<br />
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Next up is Lucy. I think having older siblings has had a big effect on her, she loves anything to do with gaming and her prized possessions are her Wii and her DS. She loves Mario, Sonic and Pokemon and has all sorts of soft toys, some hand downs from her siblings, some she has collected herself. She often pretends to be her favourite characters. Another favourite is her 'sleep' bear, Bonnie. This was a bear we bought for her when she was born from the Bear Factory and it's been by her side every night since. Bonnie has had several outfits, from cheerleader to princess, but usually ends up in just her bear skin. Bonnie is necessary to make sure that Lucy has lovely dreams, hence she calls her a 'sleep' bear and can't go to sleep without her.<br />
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Finally, Leila. She's quite fickle and her favourite things change regularly. She too has a 'sleep' bear though, hers is called Sweetie, although, unlike Lucy she can sleep without Sweetie. To get to sleep Leila has to have Tiger Rory (Rory the Tiger from Haven Holiday Camp) which we bought her a couple of years ago. She's had new tigers with different outfits, but the original one is her favourite. Leila is currently a big Hello Kitty fan and her birthday was based around this, she received lots of Hello Kitty toys. I do think this is going to be a passing phase though, we'll see.<br />
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<br />Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-85678850879751884062012-07-30T13:55:00.000-07:002012-08-02T04:06:03.735-07:00Leila's 5th BirthdayLeila's birthday was on Friday 27th July. She had some lovely presents mostly Hello Kitty related. <strike>Her </strike> my favourite has to be the Hello Kitty Chatimal which repeats everything you say.<br />
We took her to Mc Donalds for lunch and then spent some time on a local 'urban' beach.<br />
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We arrived at Crockwell Farm just before 11am when the event was to start. The girls wasted no time in getting their faces painted. Leila chose to be a beautiful pink pussycat;<br />
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They then watched a magic show and I had a wander. I went to the 'spa' room and booked myself in for a manicure. Then I grabbed myself a coffee and sat where I could see the girls. It was soon time for my manicure and I chose a lovely pink shade for my nails. I then had a lovely back massage which worked wonders. I'd taken pain killers to take for my pain but ended up not needing them. Finally, I treated myself by having my eyebrows threaded, something I'd not tried before.</div>
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I also recieved a £75 gift card from Next which I spent in the summer sale :-)</div>
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For a more review like account of the event please visit my other blog <a href="http://raisiebay.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/next-mummy-bloggers-event.html">Raisie Bay</a></div>
<br />Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-18899550529108653332012-07-18T05:46:00.002-07:002012-07-18T05:47:24.231-07:00Biccy!Conversation today with the little man:<br />
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Me: would you like a biscuit Joseph?<br />
Joseph: biscuit<br />
Me: say please<br />
Joseph: biscuit peese<br />
Me: (giving him a biscuit) here you go, good boy<br />
Joseph: (giving me the biscuit back) no biscuit<br />
Me: don't you want the biscuit?<br />
Joseph: chocolate biscuit peese<br />
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They learn so young :-)Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-77351888779638508912012-07-14T14:45:00.001-07:002012-07-14T14:45:31.004-07:00Do I Worry Too Much?Yes, I do. I know all mum's worry but sometimes I wonder if things just pop into my head and won't go away until I've convinced myself that something is wrong. I've had various worries about all my children at one time or another. Some of them have been confirmed and some haven't. Well, actually, most of my worries have been confirmed, which in turn is even more worrying.<br />
At this present time I am worrying about leila. She's just finishing Reception class to go into year 1. Her teacher says she's a good girl at school, and although she was really shy at first she now has no problems mixing with other children. She also says that she has struggled a lot with her school work but always tries really hard and is now catching up.<br />
I worry about her teacher!<br />
Leila is nowhere near as clever as Lucy was at her age, I know kids are different and develop at different rates but this is a BIG difference. Leila doesn't seem to have many friends at school, there is a little girl who she walks to school with because I am friends with her dad, but she doesn't talk about her out of school, and as soon as they are in the playground they separate. Three other little girls are very close, and although they will talk to Leila it's quite obvious that Leila is not 'in' with their group (yes I'm talking about 5 yr olds!)<br />
The boys take to Leila, they crowd around her and ask her to play. She doesn't often join in, but she does like the attention. So as far as I can see, Leila doesn't have any real friends, although she does mix a little.<br />
Now her teacher says she is a good girl and always follows instructions. This is hard for me to swallow because at home when I instruct her to do something quite simple she looks at me with a blank expression like I've told her to solve a difficult mathematical equation. I went through a stage thinking she had a problem with her hearing because I could say something quite clearly right to her, and she would just look blank like she hadn't heard. I've had a simple hearing test which came back ok. When she is being naughty it doesn't matter how I try to deal with her she just carries on. Then sometimes I end up getting angry with her and she starts crying not knowing what she has done wrong.<br />
Maybe she's just a normal kid, who's to say what's normal anyway? So far none of mine have been 'normal' so how am I supposed to tell?<br />
<br />Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922568143111623696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2327290277100179593.post-55601050849848636702012-07-09T04:02:00.000-07:002012-08-02T04:07:19.333-07:00Siblings - A Special Saturday postAs you've probably guessed from the title of my blog, I have five kids. Two are now grown up but still live at home, the other three are six, four and one years old.<br />
My eldest son, 24, was diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome at the age of 12. I'd always known something was not quite right, and it was having his sister just one year younger that made the differences stand out so much. However, I did bury my head in the sand for quite a few years. I learnt my lesson.<br />
There are just 17 months between my two eldest children, but age is not the only way they are close. Of course they have their ups and downs and have at times fought like cats and dogs, but that's par the course with siblings. When my daughter was 11 years, we went through a very difficult time during our family, and this was just a couple of years after my splitting with their father. Things took their toll on all of us. My son's behaviour became increasingly worse, my daughter became increasingly depressed and I was left with no-one for support. My family (apart from one of my brothers) had disowned me and my friends were all at work, but I had to leave my job. I couldn't tell anyone what had happened so the school thought my daughter was being awkward because of her brother, they believed that I was giving him all the attention because of his recent diagnosis and his increasingly difficult behaviour as he hit puberty. They couldn't have been more wrong.<br />
Talking with my daughter now, she never blames her brother for anything. I've always managed to treat them both equally. Although if you ask my son he'll probably say his sister has had the most attention, but that's his way, he's always blaming me for forgetting to feed him (I don't) not getting his clothes ready (I do) not reminding him of things (again I do). They are still very much stuck in their teenage ways, both immature for their ages. They are both really close and I'm happy because I know they will always be there for each other.<br />
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When Lucy was born, my first feeling were how much she was like her older brother. I kept my thoughts mostly to myself, not because I was burying my head again, but I wanted to make sure I wasn't imagining it. When Lucy went to nursery her teacher picked up her differences almost straight away, but it wasn't until she was 5 years old that I took her for diagnosis, by then I had the backing of the school and her GP, so I knew I wasn't imagining it. She was diagnosed last year with high functioning autism.<br />
There are 22 months between Lucy and Leila, and once again the differences in their behaviours where quite apparent. They are close but I don't think they will be as close as their older siblings were, Lucy lacks empathy towards her sister, she will leave her crying if she falls and hurts herself, and doesn't stick up for her around other children. Leila is very clingy, right from a small baby she has always needed lots of attention and still craves it just as much now. Having Joseph put another spanner in the works. At first Lucy wouldn't even acknowledge she had a baby brother. Leila now has typical middle child syndrome. She believes she has to fight for attention all the time. I do my very best to treat them all equally but they are all so different. Lucy doesn't 'do' cuddles or fuss, Leila needs constant cuddles and fuss and Joseph is a bit in-between, sometimes he's incredibly cuddly, sometimes he runs a mile.<br />
I'm not sure what to expect from the future. Leila has shown she has problems of her own as she is not developing at the same rate as her peers at school and has to have extra help. Joseph, is not like any other child I have had, he was a very slow starter with walking (even moving) and talking but seems to be catching up quickly now. What does worry me about him is his screaming, and his attempts to walk tip toes all the time. Will they be close, I can't tell yet, but I hope they will with my love and guidance.<br />
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