Heavy

We were at a family party this past weekend and one of my cousins, upon picking up L, commented to me on how big and heavy she is getting.  She is growing.  Leaps and bounds.  And this is a great sign for many reasons – one being that she’s getting adequate nutrition (many Rett sweeties have growth issues, due to feeding issues, and though we aren’t out of the zone of fear on this – it’s a crap-shoot until she reaches about 15 or whenever you stop growing physically – it’s definitely a sigh a relief at this point, for this momma).

I’m going to have to start stregnth training.  A very smart Rett momma gave me a piece of advice shortly after we got the diagnosis – she recommended that I start lifting weights as the physical toll of having a child, then young adult, then adult, with Rett, is very real.  And I’m already feeling some pain.  My left shoulder.  My back.  My neck.  I always say that L is my walking gym.  But I do need to invest in myself so I can maintain the physical stamina needed to care for her.

It’s just one of the many things on my to-do list.  Actually, it’s not quite on my to-do list.  It’s on my ‘once everything from my to-do list is done, I can then start on this and a slew of other things’ list.

What is front of mind right now is moving L from a crib to a big-girl bed.  She is outgrowing that crib.  But we can’t make any switches until she gets herself settled into our new home.  Eventually I’m likely going to put her mattress on the floor and create a pillow barrier around the entirety of it.  Oh, I’ve spent many unslept nights thinking about, and researching this.  But this is likely not of interest to you, dear reader.

Oh, but back to this big girl – she is so happy and full of joy, and is loving the long summer evenings when she and her momma go on strolls and get caressed by her friend, the wind.

Running Summer 2014

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Smiles

 

Small Wins

Light1. Grandma is back in the US and is on the road to recovery.

2. Lease is signed. Move date will be near the end of August. Ditmas Park. 3 bedroom. We expect visitors!!!

3. Lily is spending much more time at mommy’s home as of 1 August!

4. My movie role is a ton of fun!

So much more going on but don’t have time to fill in the details just yet.

Love,
C and L

Let the sun shine in

I’m starting to get nostalgic about the views from my apartment.  Lily and I have gotten spoiled these past two years.  And we’ve also gotten suntans sitting in our living room.

Last night, the sunset was spectacular.

sunset

As L and I were dancing around the living room, with me singing the opening number to ‘A Chorus Line’, I noticed how stunning the light streaming into our living room was.  So I swooped her up and took a few shots.  I’m only attaching one, but there are a gazillion others.  Photo is untouched.

sunshine

This kid is full of sheer joy when her momma is singing. Which is funny because I have a terrible singing voice.  I guess it’s improved a bit after 3 years of nonstop singing (I’m known as the mommy jukebox in the neighborhood – am always singing to L walking down the street, swinging in the park, buying coffee at the patisserie, etc…).  But in comparison to my mom, or my sister, or any of my other family members, this singing voice of mine still stinks.

And L is so picky about the music she likes.  So picky.  Some mornings I’m at a loss as to what else to sing to her.  There are only so many times I can do a rendition of Jason Mraz’ ‘I’m yours’.  And she’s growing out of the ABC’s.  But a miraculous thing happened the other morning while we were hanging out in bed with me crooning to her (one of our favorite past-times).  As I was mentally scratching my head to think up another song to sing (while still singing the song I was already singing – L doesn’t like gaps in her music), I had a spark of an idea – which I’m pretty sure was whispered to me by my dad – I should start singing the soundtrack to ‘Grease’!  And – tada!  We have a new slew of songs that makes L laugh and giggle.  And thankfully I know ALL the words to all the songs as I listened to the record nonstop as a kid.  So thank you Dad for reminding me about a movie that was a favorite of ours to watch together.  I know this is going to be a new favorite of L’s too.

 

Speechless

“Your child is going to die soon,” he alluded.

It started out as an innocuous enough conversation. Yesterday afternoon my landlord and I were talking on the phone about my move-out date, which is still not set in stone as I am still not 100% sure as to where we will be moving next month.

Over the past two years my landlord and I have become somewhat friendly. He knows that my L has some developmental issues and that we’ve been in the hospital a few times. He knows that I’m going through a tough legal battle with L’s dad. He knows that I’m a good and spiritual person. And that I pay my rent on time.

And normally, I think he is a decent person. He has been a kind a landlord. Until yesterday.

Oh yesterday. Yesterday I wanted to punch him in the face. Hard. He casually asked me how L was doing. It’s sometimes difficult to answer – especially on weeks like this when her hand function is low. So I guess I paused, and then said, ‘she is doing fine’.

He didn’t miss a beat. The first time he alluded that my daughter will live a short life, I brushed it off. As best I could. As best as anyone could. But then when he waxed on and on – and on – about how these sweet little kids burn bright, so bright that their light goes out before ours and “these kids” have learned all the lessons from the universe early and then they leave this world, well – I had a really tough time letting go. But I just “ah-ha’ed” him and “ok’ed” him. For a few reasons:

1. I want my $3500 security deposit back.

2. It was the middle of the day and I had back to back work meetings following this conversation. I didn’t have time to lose my shit.

3. I know he was trying to be kind. But wow, did it backfire.

So I carried on with my day. As best as I could. And I felt sick all day. I still do.

It didn’t help that I heard about a young girl dying earlier in the day due to complications from Rett. It didn’t help that I’m feeling so much anxiety about the future – excluding the issue of mortality. Where will we live? Will I be granted full custody on Monday? Will Mom make it home from Italy safely? What will our lives look like when L starts preschool? Will I be typecast as a vixen if I take this role which I jokingly auditioned for and was then offered a part in a film that 55,000 people at my Company will be required to watch? What if spellcheck on my iPhone makes the same mistake and I accidentally send out another text which states “I can’t wait to urinate on you!”?

All of these are real concerns. They are tangible. And damned if I let spellcheck, or my landlord, rain on mine and L’s parade.

Troppo da fare (translation: too much to do)

Most days, I have to remind myself to breathe. Deep, yogic breaths.

I’m fortunate that I spent years and years practicing yoga, even participating in a grueling, life-changing 4 week yoga training course in an ashram, in India back in 2008.

Prior to having L, I had a solid asana practice (i.e., doing yoga poses every day). I even meditated somewhat successfully. Even when I was pregnant, I was taking classes, stretching my mind and my body, grounding myself.

Now? I try. Really I do. I take a class every once in a while. I sometimes go to the Buddhist meditation center in Chelsea. But most days, I barely have time to think about it. When it gets really rough, I lie on the ground in sivasana (corpse pose) and do a few simple twists.

Lately ‘really rough’ has been the norm. I could make a laundry list of all the things I’m stressing about, but I’d prefer not to. Instead, I will share some updates, adding a positive twist to them.

  1. My mom is fit to fly. She’s FINALLY coming home after being stuck in a southern Italian hospital for almost two weeks. She is one tough cookie, this mom of mine.
  2. Lily is growing out of her crib. This girl is getting taller and taller each day. I’m not going to move her into a big girl bed until we get settled into our new home (likely to be a mattress on the floor with pillows everywhere).
  3. We are going to move. Somewhere beautiful. And hopefully I’ll have better clarity this evening. But I don’t want to jinx it. I considered dedicating a blog to the soul-sucking experience of apartment hunting in NYC but I decided to spare you.
  4. Lily is starting preschool in September. We will have a whole new support system to work with. And they will be wonderful. They have to be wonderful.

And oh, this is just the tip of the iceberg. But, deep breaths. It will all work out.

Must run – about to chair my quarterly CSR committee meeting at work.  Forza!

Sending love,

C and L