Showing posts with label special needs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label special needs. Show all posts

Friday, 5 October 2012

Daycare Handout.

When I let the daycare know that October was Ds Awareness Month, the director asked me to make a handout. So, here it is. In case you want to use it. Or in case you yourself wanted some information.




Hello friends!
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, but it is also Down Syndrome Awareness Month. You may not know me, but my name is Everleigh Gilbert and I have Down syndrome. My mom made up this little fact sheet for you! I am currently in the infant room, but should be moving up to the toddler room soon.
 
·        -Down syndrome is medically called Trisomy 21. It is a third copy of the 21st chromosome. Although the chances of having a child with Down syndrome increases with maternal age, 80% of people with Down syndrome are born to mothers under 35
·        -John Langdon Down was the man who characterized the condition, but he did not have Down Syndrome, and therefore there is no apostrophe in the name (such as Parkinson’s or Lou Gehrig’s Disease)
·        -There are 3 types of Down syndrome; non-disjunction, mosaic, and translocation.
·        Mosaic and translocation are more “rare” and can be genetically passed down. Non-disjunction is the most common kind and does not have a genetic link. 90% of people with Ds have non-disjunction, just like me!
·        -People with Down syndrome are more alike than different.
o   We like to run and play.
o   We like to colour and read.
o   We like to sing, dance, jump etc.
o   We can attend and graduate from high school and college.
o   We can have a successful career.
o   We can fall in love and get married.
·        -People with Ds can do most (if not all) the same things you can do, it just may take them a little longer to do things like sit up, walk, talk, write, read etc. They will learn to do it on their own time.
·        -People with Ds have a higher probability of being born with heart defects, gastrointestinal problems, eye problems etc. But with advancing medical care, we are able to live almost as long as a typical person.
·        -Fundraising efforts called Buddy Walks are held all over the world, and all monies raised go towards the local region where it is held, with a portion going back to the Canadian Down Syndrome Society.
·        -Although the word ‘retarded’ is still used in medical terminology, it is no longer socially acceptable to use as a synonym for stupid, silly, etc.
·        -Spread the Word to End the Word is (www.r-word.org) is a website with an online pledge, and lots of information on how using this word affects people and families dealing with a disability.

Thursday, 4 October 2012

Song of the day

So I've been increasingly obsessed with this song lately. I had heard it years ago and loved it, but I heard it again recently and it just hit a new chord. I'll post the video and lyrics for you.

Lightning crashes, a new mother cries
Her placenta falls to the floor
The angel opens her eyes
The confusion sets in
Before the doctor can even close the door

Lightning crashes, an old mother dies
Her intentions fall to the floor
The angel closes her eyes
The confusion that was hers
Belongs now to the baby down the hall

Oh, I feel it comin' back again
Like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the centre of the Earth again
I can feel it
Lightning crashes, a new mother cries
This moment she's been waiting for
The angel opens her eyes (Her eyes, her eyes)
Pale blue coloured eyes,
Presents the circle
Puts the glory out to hide, hide

Oh, I feel it comin' back again
Like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the centre of the Earth again
I can feel it, I can feel it

All right, all right, all right
I can feel it comin' back again
Like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the centre of the Earth again
I can feel it
I can feel it comin' back again
Like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the centre of the Earth again
I can feel it
I can feel it comin' back again (Back again)
Like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the centre of the Earth again (Centre of the Earth)
I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it


I know it has been said that this song hits a special place for special needs moms. And it's very true. It defintely sits in my mind all day every day. What an amazing song.

Tuesday, 15 November 2011

Amsterdam International.

Hopefully most of you have read the poem/essay/short ramble called "Welcome to Holland". It's something passed from parent-of-special-needs-child to parent-of-special-needs-child as a way of saying "welcome to our world. Sure, it hurts now, but it does get better".
However, thanks to Twitter, I have been put in touch with some mamas who blog (and consequently have children with special needs) and may I say that my world I'm living in has some of the most compassionate people I've ever met? That's neither here nor there. A mama I just stumbled across today was nominated for a Reader's Choice award. Her blog is here. She's taken Welcome to Holland and put her own spin on it...she's titled it "Amsterdam International". And what a wonder she's done with it. Such raw emotion in those words. Click here to read it.  This woman has just taken everything that I didn't get out of Holland and put it into her own words.

I know this isn't a very well thought out post but I'm having one of those days. The days where everything makes me cry. Even the happy things make me upset (such as driving down the road today and seeing the special needs adults and kids out for a walk with their Buddies). I wish I could write more, I really do. Basically all I have to say is this:

If you know someone who has been placed in Amsterdam, please give them a helping hand if they need it. Just offer it. Let them know it's there. Maybe they need to navigate Amsterdam International on their own. Maybe they want the support. Maybe they don't. Just know that there is no time line for getting out of that airport. It will happen in their own time.

Just today I thought I saw the exit sign. But then, out of nowhere, my feet were kicked out from under me and I was dragged kicking and screaming back to the baggage claim area. I'll get there. We all will. Just give us (me) time.