Showing posts with label Asher. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Asher. Show all posts

Monday, May 12, 2014

I Wanted My Child to Have a Hearing Problem....

Playing while we wait for the ear doctor
No one can understand anything that Asher says.  Even me.  I would say that 98% of his speech is unintelligible.  He does have signs that he uses.  Very simple signs like more, drink, eat, all done, etc.  Even though Asher's speech is completely unintelligible, I can usually understand what he is trying to say by his gestures, better than I can understand Ezra.  I know it is terrible to compare children, and I am not trying to do that.  But I am comparing their Autism.  Ezra never tried to communicate with us.  Even now although Ezra does talk, he would much rather do his own thing then talk to us about something.  Asher talks non-stop to me.  He blabs away all day long.  When I don't know what he is saying he will whine and cry and get upset.  When I couldn't understand Ezra, he would just stop communicating and do something else.  He wouldn't care.  He still doesn't care.

I've also talked on here how Ezra has Echolalia.  That's where you repeat the last thing that was said to you.  For example, if I ask Ezra: do you want milk or juice?  He will always say juice.  But if 5 seconds after I ask the question if I switch it around and say: 'do you want juice or milk?'  He will say milk.  It gets tricky and complicated to figure out what it is that he wants.  I usually will have to show him concrete items and have him choose that way.  He also doesn't know how to answer a yes or no question and he will usually just copy whatever you just said.  Ex: "Ezra, do you want to go to the park, yes or no?"  And he will say: 'Go to the park, yes or no?'

Asher does not do this.  He answers questions.  He can tell me what he prefers, what book he wants to read, what he wants to drink, what he wants to eat, and if he wants to play outside.  He can answer a yes or no question like nobody's business.  He is awesome at answering questions!  For that, I am so grateful.  But, no one can understand what in the crap he is saying.  Even me.

Asher has an ABA preschool teacher, a school speech therapist, a private speech therapist, and a private OT therapist.  I have had three of his four therapist tell me that it sounds like (I mean this in the most respectable way possible) Asher has a deaf accent.  Like he can't hear very well or hear himself speak very well so the speech that comes out isn't very easy to understand.

As an infant Asher had around six ear infections his first year of life.  Our pediatrician said that if he got another ear infection that tubes would need to be put in.  He never had another ear infection and so tubes were never placed.  Also, around 18 months Asher had a hearing test through the county and he passed that hearing test.  So even after his therapist told me that it sounded like he couldn't hear very well, I brushed it aside because he passed a hearing test 2 years ago.

Then I was spoke to a lady that goes to my church.  She is Asher's teacher at church and she said the same thing to me: that it sounded like Asher couldn't hear very well.  She told me about her son, who is now 7, and how he passed his hearing tests when he was Asher's age.  She was not satisfied with that and so they took their son to an ENT who found a massive amount of fluid in his ears.  They scheduled an out patient surgery, gave her son tubes, and within a few weeks he was speaking clearly and his language exploded.  When she was telling me this, I just got this feeling that I should have Asher checked out too.  I guess it doesn't hurt to rule it out, right?

I called my pediatrician and had her give me a referral for an ENT.  I called and made our first appointment.  Our first appointment was awful.  First off, they told me to arrive 30 minutes prior to his appointment.  Our appointment was at 2:30 so I took the boys out of therapy early (our speech therapy and OT is just across the street) and arrived at the office at 2:00 pm.  The lady had me sign 4 papers, I gave her my insurance card and driver's license, and I paid the $30 copay.  I looked at the clock and it was 2:03 pm.  Awesome!  So glad we came early.

The waiting room was filled with old people that looked very annoyed to have little kids around.  Especially my kids.  It was silent in the waiting room and there wasn't a single toy or book in sight.  I thought that was weird.  Then Ezra pooped his pants around 3:00 pm (an hour after we arrived!) so we had to take him to their teeny bathroom and take care of that.  I brought lots of snacks and the iPad to pass the time.  But the waiting room was teeny.  It was hot and stuffy and we were all dying.  Finally, by 4:00 pm they called us back.  Yes, I am not kidding.  We waited in the waiting room for 2 freaking hours.  My kids were already climbing off the walls and I was about to die.

To put it nicely, the doctor was an arrogant jerk.  I was already in a bad mood to begin with.  In the treatment room we were waiting in, there were several photographs that were signed by the doctor.  He had obviously taken them.  When he came in I told him I liked his photos.  He then went on and on and on about his hikes and the sabbatical he had just taken to this beautiful and weird place.  After about 5 minutes of his boasting I said: "Looks like Bryce Canyon and Goblin Valley."  He was surprised that I knew what the photos were and that finally shut him up.  I grew up in Utah so it would be sad if I didn't know my Utah National Parks.

I explained to him why we were here and he was very dismissive of my concerns.  He told me he felt like it was probably 'an Autism problem and not a hearing problem'.  The mama bear in me wanted to punch him in the face.  He agreed to look in Asher's ears.  No surprise, he couldn't see his ear drum because his ears were caked with ear wax.  This runs in Jason's family.  Jason had similar problems when he was little.  He had to get his ears professionally cleaned when he was young because his ear wax was so bad.  The doctor said he would try to clean out the wax and see if he could see the ear drum.

He called in a nurse to help.  The nurse looked like the giant from the Princess Bride.  What's that guys name?  Fezzik?  This guy was huge and had a long beard and the biggest fattest hands I have ever seen.  Asher began squirming and crying even before they put him up on the table.  I knew this was not going to be good.  The Fezzik nurse picked him up and laid him on the table.  He told me to lay my body vertically over Asher's horizontal body.  Then the nurse squeezed Asher's face in a death grip between his fat and large hands.  Asher cried and screamed and squirmed his body.  I looked up every minute or so and saw the doctor pulling out large chunks of black ear wax.  After about 5 minutes I was dripping sweat on my forehead and my top lip.  Asher did not stop fighting and it was so hard to hold him still.  It absolutely broke my heart as he looked at me while tears were streaming down his face.  In his screams I could recognize his speech: 'Mm mm mm Aaaaa din Aaaaa din'.  Which translates to: 'Mama, all done!  Mama, All done!!'  My heart was breaking.  After 10 minutes I looked up at the Fezzik nurse to see one large sweat drop running down the side of his face.  I looked at Asher again and all of the hair around his face was completely drenched with sweat and his face was bright red.  I have never felt so bad for one of my boys in my life.  We were essentially torturing him.

The doctor finally vacuumed as much wax as he could out of his ears.  We were done, finally.  Asher jumped into my arms and cuddled into my neck.  I was grateful that Asher wasn't mad at me after I laid my whole body on top of him and let someone torture him for over 10 minutes.

The doctor said that he got as much of the ear wax out that he could.  But he still could not see Asher's ear drums.  His ear drums were still covered in ear wax.  He said that he couldn't clean the wax off because he could not take the chance that Asher squirm and move and he could potentially poke a hole in his ear drum.  For that I am grateful.  He said that there was nothing else he could do.  He was not going to put Asher to sleep just to clean his ears.  We scheduled a hearing test for the next day and the doctor said that if he passed the hearing test then he would  not do anything else.  Does that seem right?

Again, he was very dismissive and told me that he thought it was more of 'an Autism problem and not a hearing problem'.  He said that he had never seen a 3 year old squirm so much and this was also 'an Autism problem'.  In my opinion, he was a jackass.  Excuse my french.  It comes out every now and then.

Of course I left the office tired and absolutely deflated.  My husband had been out of the country for work, so he was not reachable.  I drove home with the kids and cried the whole way home.  I try so hard to give these kids every chance and opportunity I can.  And honestly, I was hoping that by some miracle or magic spell, that Asher's ears would be the problem.  I prayed that maybe he just had a hearing problem and was misdiagnosed with Autism.  I wanted him to have a hearing problem!!!  How crazy is that??  And then I felt all of the problems of the world would be solved.

Nope, that's not the case.  We went back the next day for a hearing test.  Asher would not cooperate, so the test came back inconclusive.  Although they think he can hear just fine.  Again, the audiologist said that it was an 'autism problem and not a hearing problem'.  But he still has wax caked on his ear drums.  The doctor thinks that ear wax wouldn't affect his hearing and that I am crazy.  Like I said earlier, this doctor is a jackass.

So here I am completely and utterly deflated.  It doesn't seem right to me that Asher has so much ear wax in his ears and we just don't know if that is affecting his hearing.  So, I scheduled a second opinion at a Pediatric Audiologist in Washington, DC.  I am praying that they can give me some answers.

Update: I took Asher to the Pediatric Audiologist at Children's National.  They were so nice there and actually got Asher to cooperate on most of the tests!  It's amazing!  I guess if you ask nicely and are a nice person then Asher will comply.  The tests came back and Asher's hearing is normal.  They also tested to see if there is any fluid on the ear drums- and no fluid.  They concluded that he has perfectly healthy ears and a perfectly healthy amount of ear wax in his ears.  This is good news!  Now we know Asher will just have to start talking clearly the old fashioned way- by practicing!!

Friday, April 11, 2014

Autism Awareness Day

April 2, 2014 was Autism Awareness Day.  We celebrated the day with cupcakes after dinner and a long restful night sleep because the next day we traveled to Disney World.

I've always wanted to find some really cute Autism shirts for the boys.  Every time I have looked, I have not had any luck.  They all look like garbage screen printed on a gross ill fitting t-shirt.  No thanks.  Then a few weeks ago I struck gold.  I was perusing Etsy (like usual) and searching and searching for anything related to 'Autism t-shirts'.  I found the cutest shop ever, FinchPickles.  The shirts my boys are wearing are from her shop.  You can find her shop here.



My boys wore these shirts to school and to therapy that day.  I have never had so many emails and texts asking me where I got these from or if I made them myself.  The shirts are super high quality.  She even hand dyes the t-shirts making every piece super unique.  I would put these on par with Mini Boden in fit and quality.  Shipping and turn around time was super fast.  I was surprised and overjoyed when these shirts arrived in my mailbox days before Autism Awareness Day.  So cute and just to die for!



I also fell in love with the shop owner.  She also has a son on the spectrum, about the same age as my oldest son.  Our conversations were like talking to an old friend.  AND I later learned that we share the same birthday.  I mean, how cool is that?  So go on over and check out her Etsy site full of awesome handmade goods.  She has lots of cute items- for kids on the spectrum and not.  I highly recommend this shop!

Boys' Autism shirts found here.


FinchPickles shop found here.

Friday, March 21, 2014

My Ash

This is my Asher.  He is delectable.  Well, when he wants to be.  Most of the time he is.  Well, part of the time he is.  Sometimes he is.  I am just wondering if it is possible to love someone so much it hurts but at the exact same time they are the bane of your existence?  :-)


 Oh goodness!!  I keep looking at that face of his and then suddenly it doesn't matter that he wiped the peanut butter off his sandwich and onto the couch (do you know how hard it is to get peanut butter out??) and took his shoes, socks, and pants off while we were at Nordstrom and ran around like a crazy mad man (I got lots of mom stink eyes).  I truly love this boy so much.  He melts my heart. (Note to future self- don't take your 2 boys with Autism to Nordstrom!).

Building robots with Ezra during play time in the PAC
 Asher was diagnosed with Autism when he was just over 2 years old.  That is very early for the norm.  Since Asher has an older brother who is on the spectrum, we have been participating in Autism studies since Asher was around 6 months old.  They still don't know why, but there is some genetic component to Autism.  That is why if you have 1 child with Autism, the chances are greater that you will have another on the spectrum.  Those chances also increase with boys.  Still, no one yet knows why it is this way.  So to make a very long story short, the moment Ezra was diagnosed with an Autism Spectrum Disorder (at age 2.5) we did absolutely everything possible to keep a watch on our Asher.  He participated in two different sibling Autism studies.  The first study lasted a year and the second study lasted 3 years (we are still participating).  We enrolled him in Infant and Toddler Connection the second he qualified for services.  We had a therapist at our home weekly.  He also has speech therapy and occupational therapy weekly.  Suffice it to say, I believe in early intervention.  I feel like it is absolutely key to helping these little guys.

Working on 'pretend play' with Ezra in the PAC
 Last September Asher started pre-school (at age 2.5) at our local public school.  The county I live in is seriously amazing and has the most amazing schools and school district I have ever seen.  It is such a blessing that we live here.  My oldest son attends the Preschool Autism Classroom (nicknamed PAC) at our neighborhood elementary school.  Ezra is in his 3rd year of the PAC.  And yes, this means he will start kindergarten next year (don't start freaking out yet Jeni!).

Working on colors and sorting

Last September Asher also started the PAC.  When Ezra started the PAC almost 3 years ago I cried almost everyday and was so sad that he was gone all day.  It was really hard for me and I worried about him so much.  It is heartbreaking to put a backpack on your 2.5 year old son, have a huge bus stop in front of your house, and have to lift your son up onto the bus because he is too small to get up there on his own.  I prayed and cried and worried myself to death when Ezra started preschool.  I remember being physically sick to my stomach and worried that something would happen to him.  But the more Ezra went to school (like I said, he's in his 3rd year) the more I fell in love with his teachers, his assistants, and yes, even our principal.  I was so happy that Ezra was going to school and learning and doing things that I did not have the ability or knowledge to teach him (the preschool is ABA based).


When Asher started in September I was sad, don't get me wrong, but I was excited for him too.  I knew how much preschool had helped Ezra.  Ezra was essentially non-verbal and just moaned and screamed when he started school (but he was as smart as a whip and knew his planets, numbers, and alphabet, among other things).  Asher had seen Ezra get on and off the bus so many times before.  Now he could go!  I also knew that early intervention was so important and that I needed to let go of him for a few hours a day so that he could get the help he needed.  That's all I wanted for him.  Just to be the best possible version of Asher he could be.  It also helped and was comforting to know that Asher would be riding the bus with Ezra  and that he would see him throughout the day.  They deliberately chose not to put them in the same class (there are 2 PAC classes at my school) but the PAC classes combine all of the time, so I knew that Ezra and Asher would spend a lot of time together.
Sensory play!  He is not sure he wants to touch that weird feeling thing!

At the end of the second grading quarter (the end of January) we met with Asher's teacher to discuss his progress.  Jason and I were both very surprised and excited to learn that Asher had mastered every goal they had set for him at the beginning of the year.  He knew all of his numbers, colors, animals, the alphabet, matching, etc.  But they were still nervous (and I was too) because although Asher talks a lot, none of his speech was intelligible.

Working on sorting and matching!

A few weeks went by and I noticed that Asher's speech began to be more and more clear.  Most of it (like 98%) is still a jumbled mess and I even cannot understand him.  But he tries to communicate so hard with us.  This is a cool thing.  He tries!  He wants to communicate, he points and tries to show me things and gets very frustrated when I do not understand his needs / wants.  Ezra never did this.  He never cared or tried to communicate with us.

Not a fan of swinging!  Can you tell?
 A few weeks ago I got a phone call from Asher's teacher.  Of course I assumed the worst and thought he had fallen off the slide and broke his arm or something horrible like that.  I am really great at freaking out. :-)  No, she was calling me because she felt like Asher does not belong in the PAC anymore.  She said that he waves at his classmates and says hi to them spontaneously.  There is another student in his class that cries a lot, and Asher comforts this boy by patting his back and giving him half hugs.  She said that Asher is very social and the other students in his class do not even notice he is there.  I was surprised.  I asked her if she felt that Asher was different than Ezra, because in the 3 years Ezra has been in the PAC- I have never had a discussion that he should graduate from the PAC.  "Oh yes", she said.  "There is a huge difference between Ezra and Asher."
Asher loves his teachers!
 I don't know what came over me, but after she said that I dropped to the floor in my kitchen and began sobbing.  Uncontrollably sobbing my eyes out.  Asher's teacher was still on the phone.  It was silent on the phone for about a minute (on her end, while I was bawling).  After I gained composure of myself, I realized how embarrassed I was.  Did I really just start hysterically crying?  I wasn't crying because I was sad.  No.  I was crying because I was happy.  Very happy.  When Ezra was diagnosed with Autism I thought: 'God, I can do this!  I will be his voice and I will fight for him!'  When Asher was diagnosed with Autism, I wanted to jump off a bridge.  I definitely felt sorry for myself and thought: 'Why me, God?!'  I had a nice long pity party for a few weeks.  Then I dusted myself off and got back to work.  I think my crying outburst was just pent up emotions that I've been holding in for a very long time.  She consoled me and told me that this was a good thing and that Asher would be fine.  We talked a lot more.
Asher's PAC teacher.  We love her!  She will be missed!

Basically there are 2 special education preschools in my school district.  One of them being the PAC.  The PAC is very rigid and is ABA based.  The hours are longer and there is typically a one to one teacher student ratio (one teacher and 2 teacher assistants in each classroom).  There is another special education preschool for children that are considered 'special education' but are not on the spectrum.  They call this classroom Non-Categorical.  It is nicknamed NONCAT.  This preschool classroom is just down the hall from the PAC.  If you were to observe the classroom, it looks like a typical preschool classroom.  They have story time, do art projects, go to the library, all the things that happen in a normal preschool classroom.  There is only 1 teacher for 8 - 10 students.  It's less hours everyday (only 2.5 - 3).  And lots more opportunities to be social and interact with kids his own age.  This is a very good thing!
That face just melts my whole body!
 Asher has been in the NONCAT for a little over a month now.  Although Asher is still the bane of my existence (I am kidding when I say that!) I can already tell he has learned so much from his classroom.  He is speaking more clearly.  He is using the potty.  He is acting more like a 3 year old should act (like finding the sharpie pens and scribbling all over the mail!!  --hey- I am just happy that it was on paper and not something else!)  He tantrums like he is 3 years old.  He tries to communicate with me and he doesn't give up until I understand.  He is independent and wants to put his clothes/shoes/socks on by himself.  He loves being read to.  He is the best sidekick I could ever ask for!  I love my Asher.  I am so proud of him and all of the progress he has made.  I am sad that he won't see Ezra at school anymore, but I know this is a good thing to make Asher the best version of himself that he can be.  Hooray for my Asher!  :-)