Complicated expectations

Often times my posts are written in my head while I am out and about as the random thoughts filter through my mind.  Some of the time I actually find myself smirking realizing all of the craziness that is occurring in my head during that time.  It is completely baffling to me how one minute I am "worried" about Sonzee's developmental milestone achievement and then a moment later her milestones are the most distant thoughts as I am overwhelmed with happiness that she is just breathing and we aren't at the top of the coaster looking at the end of the track.

This honestly happens multiple times throughout my day.  Thoughts that contradict themselves bombard my brain and confuse me to the nth degree.  To give it a visual representation, imagine that you are standing in a dark room and there are thousands of words flying at you from all angles.  Some of the words are huge, others are tiny, but all of them are white and bright.  They go by so quickly it can be hard to make out what they say.  It makes processing what I really feel an extremely daunting task.  I have to yell at myself to focus if I want to make any sense out of the situation.  Then I start to dissect my thoughts.  "Should I think this?"  "Shouldn't I just be happy with where things are?"  "There are other children worse off.  She has been worse off."  Etc. Etc. Etc.

It is when things are seemingly stable that I am less afraid to admit to myself that I wish my 20 month old would be able to sit on her own.  I know I am allowed to acknowledge this feeling, and I know it is acceptable, but I feel petty a lot of the time for caring about her accomplishing milestones.  For each thought that pops into my mind, its counterpart is right there by its side.  "I wish she would not succumb to the typical stereotypies and sensory issues of having a CDKL5 disorder, such as hand chewing."  (That really is so benign, why does it bother me?)  "I wish she would bear weight on her legs", (they are getting stronger).  "I wish she would notice me when I look at her face", (but if I make noise she does).  "I wish she would show her siblings that she loves them", (On occasions when our oldest plays with her arms and talks to her excitedly, Sonzee gives her the biggest grin).  My mind is constantly playing devil’s advocate with itself.  The reality of this life and the guilt for feeling unsatisfied at times are so intertwined with one another.

I want her to just be normal, but I want her to be who she is meant to be.  I really do not have any specific expectations when it comes to what Sonzee will achieve in her lifetime.  We meet every 6 months to create goals for her and most of the time we just keep them the same because they have not been met.  I have hopes and dreams galore, but who knows when or if they will be accomplished.  I do not want her to ever feel like she has let me down nor do I want to place unnecessary pressure on her, and I want what any parent wants from their child...for her to grow up and be happy.  It is annoying to me that every single aspect of her life has to be so complicated.  

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Over thinking

When it comes to little bear there are few items that tend to fall in the "treat this as a typical baby" category.  Since Sonzee entered our lives, the decisions we have had to make have required an intense amount of deliberation and reevaluation to ensure the best answer was reached.  The topics tend to revolve around medications, feeding, pretty much everything that would involve keeping a child alive and giving her the best chance at living healthily.  Now that thankfully she is growing and thriving, we are actually being faced with the more typical baby/toddler dilemmas.  In turn, I recently realized (as in yesterday) that due to this way of thinking that we have been forced into, I still treat each item regardless of its importance in the same manner.

One of the more challenging things for me has been how I treat Sonzee as far as her cognitive capabilities.  Her body size and what she is capable of expressively has always been significantly younger than what her actual age is.  To give you a good idea, if I had to give her physical capabilities a respective age, I would say she is around 3-4 months old.  This is tricky on my brain, as I have to remember that she is actually 18 months old, and if you asked me what her cognitive age is, I would say it is definitely close if not right around 18 months old.  I know she understands what we say, and I know her challenges come from trying to express that to us.  She may not be able to control her body in the manner she wishes, but she knows what she wants and what she does not want and she does very typical 18-month-old things.

My problem is that because of this challenge I tend to overthink everything I do when it comes to her instead of treating her like I would if she were a typical 18 month old.  It is so hard for me to give her a consequence for her actions because what if I am wrong?  What if she doesn't understand when I think she does?  She demonstrates daily what she understands.  Yesterday specifically she was lying on her tummy, I referred to her tushy, and she wiggled it.  If I talk about her feet, she will attempt to grab for them.  I think this one of those gray areas of special needs parenting that I am going to need finagle my way through.  The best part of this...it is no different from being a parent of a typical kiddo.

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