Life is full of challenges. To be heard when you cannot say the words. To move forward when you cannot walk. To be free when your spirit is trapped in a body that does not work. These words describe my son Aidan.
Aidan is 7-years-old, happy and loved. I am excellent at caring for him and his needs. When he is spoken to, I answer for him. I have become his voice. When we are at the park or beach, I push his wheelchair in the direction I "think" he wants to go. But what I can not give him is his freedom. The freedom to choose his direction in life, his destiny.
In closing, I just want to say, Aidan deserves to be heard, to move, to be free. Freedom Concepts, please help me set him free.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Counting Blessings
Some have been big and some small. Some personal while others very public. But regardless of how I have experienced these, "blessings" or "miracles" in my life, each one reminds me I am not alone, I have friends and I am loved.
Over the years amazing people have reached out to me. I will never forget that first day, in May 2003, when through an awful turn of events our son Aidan ended up in the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU) at Miller Children's Hospital in Long Beach, CA. I had complications with my pregnancy and he was born a 25-week preemie. The severity of his medical condition required him to be transferred to Long Beach from Torrance within the first two hours of his life. I wasn't able to transfer with him. He was in critical condition and alone.
When I did finally arrive at the NICU, so many things were overwhelming. Thankfully, in the midst of the chaos and uncertainty one thing was obvious. We were not alone. What seemed like the entire Long Beach Police Department was there. Supporting us, praying with us, helping us and even giving blood for Aidan.
Imagine my shock when just 3 years later I arrived back to the same medical campus, but this time for my husband Abe. This was different. It was chaos. I arrived by police car and rushed to the emergency room doors. I will never forget as they tried to keep me back. They wanted to talk to me and I needed to see him. Anyone that knows me, knows better. I am a determined girl when I want to be and I was going in.
For the next 16 days there was a constant outpouring from family, friends, fellow officers, medical personnel, the public and government officials. They made sure I was fed, my kids were cared for, Abe received the highest level of care and that I got rest when I needed it. They were wonderful and I will be forever grateful.
Amazingly, not much has changed. Last year Aidan needed blood for his surgery and so many people were there. We had enough for him and were able to donate the rest to the blood bank to help so many others. When Aidan has his little successes friends that have never met him are some of the first to congratulate me and say, "This made my day!" And when we have those occasional struggles, the thoughts and prayers help make them a little more bearable.
I would like to close with thanking all my Facebook friends for their enormous love and support today. I am speechless(which is why I write). Some of you are here everyday, but my high school friends and way back work friends are not. And with that said I want to thank you. You are all so thoughtful and such a blessing. Thank you for being part of my life.
Hugs and good night
Kim
Over the years amazing people have reached out to me. I will never forget that first day, in May 2003, when through an awful turn of events our son Aidan ended up in the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU) at Miller Children's Hospital in Long Beach, CA. I had complications with my pregnancy and he was born a 25-week preemie. The severity of his medical condition required him to be transferred to Long Beach from Torrance within the first two hours of his life. I wasn't able to transfer with him. He was in critical condition and alone.
When I did finally arrive at the NICU, so many things were overwhelming. Thankfully, in the midst of the chaos and uncertainty one thing was obvious. We were not alone. What seemed like the entire Long Beach Police Department was there. Supporting us, praying with us, helping us and even giving blood for Aidan.
Imagine my shock when just 3 years later I arrived back to the same medical campus, but this time for my husband Abe. This was different. It was chaos. I arrived by police car and rushed to the emergency room doors. I will never forget as they tried to keep me back. They wanted to talk to me and I needed to see him. Anyone that knows me, knows better. I am a determined girl when I want to be and I was going in.
For the next 16 days there was a constant outpouring from family, friends, fellow officers, medical personnel, the public and government officials. They made sure I was fed, my kids were cared for, Abe received the highest level of care and that I got rest when I needed it. They were wonderful and I will be forever grateful.
Amazingly, not much has changed. Last year Aidan needed blood for his surgery and so many people were there. We had enough for him and were able to donate the rest to the blood bank to help so many others. When Aidan has his little successes friends that have never met him are some of the first to congratulate me and say, "This made my day!" And when we have those occasional struggles, the thoughts and prayers help make them a little more bearable.
I would like to close with thanking all my Facebook friends for their enormous love and support today. I am speechless(which is why I write). Some of you are here everyday, but my high school friends and way back work friends are not. And with that said I want to thank you. You are all so thoughtful and such a blessing. Thank you for being part of my life.
Hugs and good night
Kim
Monday, May 17, 2010
Birthdays and Miracles
A birthday is a joyous occasion filled with balloons, presents, and birthday cakes. It is a celebration of life and should not to be taken lightly. In fact, for a child like mine each birthday is a miracle.
At 2:19 P.M. on May 18th Aidan Joseph Yap will celebrate his 7th birthday. This is a major milestone for a child, delivered by emergency c-section, 15 weeks early, and weighing a mere 1 lb 11 ounces. A child whose heart stopped 3 times, had a brain hemorrhage, and was on oxygen for his first year of life. One that has overcome 17 surgeries for his brain, eyes, throat, heart, stomach, intestines, hips, and legs.
This year his birthday also marks 4 seizure-free months. I am thankful every day that I can say that because we have run the gamut of weekly seizures, bi-weekly seizures, and monthly seizures. At one point his neurologist said that was probably the best outcome possible. Then when he had an allergic reaction and we were forced to take him off one of his medications, the seizures stopped! I am going to say, "at least for now" because God knows I don't take these 4 months for granted.
In closing, I want to say happy birthday Aidan. I love you so much sometimes it physically hurts, I am a better person for having you and knowing you, and I hope this birthday brings you another year of health and happiness.
At 2:19 P.M. on May 18th Aidan Joseph Yap will celebrate his 7th birthday. This is a major milestone for a child, delivered by emergency c-section, 15 weeks early, and weighing a mere 1 lb 11 ounces. A child whose heart stopped 3 times, had a brain hemorrhage, and was on oxygen for his first year of life. One that has overcome 17 surgeries for his brain, eyes, throat, heart, stomach, intestines, hips, and legs.
This year his birthday also marks 4 seizure-free months. I am thankful every day that I can say that because we have run the gamut of weekly seizures, bi-weekly seizures, and monthly seizures. At one point his neurologist said that was probably the best outcome possible. Then when he had an allergic reaction and we were forced to take him off one of his medications, the seizures stopped! I am going to say, "at least for now" because God knows I don't take these 4 months for granted.
In closing, I want to say happy birthday Aidan. I love you so much sometimes it physically hurts, I am a better person for having you and knowing you, and I hope this birthday brings you another year of health and happiness.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Vacation of Observation
What happens when you finally have a minute to think about nothing? To sit and stare out the window? Be alone with your thoughts? For me, I had a vacation of observation.
On the drive to Las Vegas from our home in So Cal I had the opportunity to thing about nothing special. That alone is miraculous but I guess that is the reason to take a vacation. It doesn't happen often for us or very long but it did this week. It is very hard to keep Aidan away from therapy and Kayla from her dance classes but we did it. Probably not so much for them but for me.
As we drove through the Mohave Desert I was looking around. When I spotted a billboard for Vegas I had the most random thought. I remembered planning a bachelorette party. It was myself and three other girls planning it. I was the only one not married or pregnant and I remember thinking how I was so far behind. I was only 25 years old and it was another 10 years before I was a happily married mom. Looking back I wouldn't have had it any other way.
Then I had a memory of my great-grandmother, Granny, and my great-aunt, Auntie. (I know original but that is what we call them.) I saw a hill covered in a light green moss and it reminded me of a pastry they used to make called, a bird's nest. It was phylo dough wrapped in a circle, stuffed with crushed walnuts and topped with crushed pistachio nuts. Think of it as a Lebanese version of baklava. I haven't had one in years but the green on the hill reminded me of the green pistachio nuts on top of the dessert and I could still taste it, yum.
It didn't stop there. I have had random childhood, high school, and college thoughts about people I haven't talked to or seen in so long. OK, well maybe that one can be blamed on Facebook, right?
Anyway, now back to my family vacation. We are off to Circus Circus to let the kids play the games and then we are having lunch with an old friend. Someone I worked with back when I was a teenager in Massachusetts. I am really looking forward to talking to him and having a few more memories.
Hugs to my friends and followers!
Kim
On the drive to Las Vegas from our home in So Cal I had the opportunity to thing about nothing special. That alone is miraculous but I guess that is the reason to take a vacation. It doesn't happen often for us or very long but it did this week. It is very hard to keep Aidan away from therapy and Kayla from her dance classes but we did it. Probably not so much for them but for me.
As we drove through the Mohave Desert I was looking around. When I spotted a billboard for Vegas I had the most random thought. I remembered planning a bachelorette party. It was myself and three other girls planning it. I was the only one not married or pregnant and I remember thinking how I was so far behind. I was only 25 years old and it was another 10 years before I was a happily married mom. Looking back I wouldn't have had it any other way.
Then I had a memory of my great-grandmother, Granny, and my great-aunt, Auntie. (I know original but that is what we call them.) I saw a hill covered in a light green moss and it reminded me of a pastry they used to make called, a bird's nest. It was phylo dough wrapped in a circle, stuffed with crushed walnuts and topped with crushed pistachio nuts. Think of it as a Lebanese version of baklava. I haven't had one in years but the green on the hill reminded me of the green pistachio nuts on top of the dessert and I could still taste it, yum.
It didn't stop there. I have had random childhood, high school, and college thoughts about people I haven't talked to or seen in so long. OK, well maybe that one can be blamed on Facebook, right?
Anyway, now back to my family vacation. We are off to Circus Circus to let the kids play the games and then we are having lunch with an old friend. Someone I worked with back when I was a teenager in Massachusetts. I am really looking forward to talking to him and having a few more memories.
Hugs to my friends and followers!
Kim
Friday, March 19, 2010
I Believe
When I started to write this essay, my first instinct was to write, “I believe all things happen for a reason.” Once I started writing about my son I realized my belief is in the power of love. The love I have for my son and for the love God has for all of us.
My son was born prematurely. He weighed only 1 pound and 11 ounces. For so much longer, he should have been warm and safe inside my body. I suffered a placenta abruption, which means his placenta started separating from me and I hemorrhaged. He was so tiny and frail when delivered by emergency cesarean section. The hospital didn’t have the resources to care for a critical infant, so within two hours of the delivery he was transported to one of the largest Neonatal Intensive Care Units in California. He stayed there for 143 days. During that time my faith was tested to say the least. At the time I couldn’t understand how God could allow this child to suffer. His heart and lungs failed him three times in his first two days of life. He kept fighting, and God spared him. That is when I knew, he would do something great in this world. Each time the doctors and nurses brought him back to life. I remember asking my husband, “What are we going to do?” He said, “If he wants to fight, we fight.” Ever since that day, we live by that mantra.
Before him, I was a type “A” personality. I could be impatient and intolerant. Now my life is made up of “wait and see.” With every milestone he achieves, great or small, I couldn’t be prouder if he won an Olympic medal. I took things for granted, not anymore. These are the lessons I have learned from my son. God blessed me with this child to teach me these lessons. This month marks his 5th birthday. He has been through 14 surgeries and lives with a list of diagnoses too long to share. But overall, I can say my child is happy. When he looks at me, I know he is saying, “I will be OK.” He can not tell me in words, because he does not speak. He can not run to me and hug me, because he can not walk, but when he leans towards me, I know he is saying, “I love you too.” In my heart, I know that my son will continue to develop even though his therapists are satisfied if he just “maintains.” If I love him enough he will do it. I believe in the power of love.
My son was born prematurely. He weighed only 1 pound and 11 ounces. For so much longer, he should have been warm and safe inside my body. I suffered a placenta abruption, which means his placenta started separating from me and I hemorrhaged. He was so tiny and frail when delivered by emergency cesarean section. The hospital didn’t have the resources to care for a critical infant, so within two hours of the delivery he was transported to one of the largest Neonatal Intensive Care Units in California. He stayed there for 143 days. During that time my faith was tested to say the least. At the time I couldn’t understand how God could allow this child to suffer. His heart and lungs failed him three times in his first two days of life. He kept fighting, and God spared him. That is when I knew, he would do something great in this world. Each time the doctors and nurses brought him back to life. I remember asking my husband, “What are we going to do?” He said, “If he wants to fight, we fight.” Ever since that day, we live by that mantra.
Before him, I was a type “A” personality. I could be impatient and intolerant. Now my life is made up of “wait and see.” With every milestone he achieves, great or small, I couldn’t be prouder if he won an Olympic medal. I took things for granted, not anymore. These are the lessons I have learned from my son. God blessed me with this child to teach me these lessons. This month marks his 5th birthday. He has been through 14 surgeries and lives with a list of diagnoses too long to share. But overall, I can say my child is happy. When he looks at me, I know he is saying, “I will be OK.” He can not tell me in words, because he does not speak. He can not run to me and hug me, because he can not walk, but when he leans towards me, I know he is saying, “I love you too.” In my heart, I know that my son will continue to develop even though his therapists are satisfied if he just “maintains.” If I love him enough he will do it. I believe in the power of love.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Beautiful Inside and Out
My four year old daughter Kayla is beautiful. She is half Filipino and half Caucasian and has a very unique look. She has ringlet curls, long eyelashes, and a pretty smile. She is very photogenic, and has even done some modeling, however that is not the special part of my little girl.
Her brother Aidan has special needs but she only sees him as her brother. From a very young age she has tried to help him. She sometimes says she is the older sister when in reality she is the younger. When she was 16-months-old, her daddy was shot in the line of duty and I had to rush to his side. I had left my two sleeping babies with my neighbor, Linda. Linda was not trained to care for either of them but thankfully was willing to help me. When Kayla woke up from her nap she went into Aidan's room and brought Linda a diaper, as if to tell her he needed to be changed.
Two of the biggest things Kayla has learned in her four short years is caring and compassion and these are qualities I hope she never loses. She doesn't seem to see the differences some people may have, or if she does, she doesn't dwell on them. She can be found on the playground at preschool consoling a little friend that may have fallen down or hugging her mommy on a really bad day.
This last week was open house at her preschool. I was at a doctor's appointment with Aidan so her daddy took her. The next morning I couldn't wait to walk around her classroom and see all her artwork. When I saw a picture entitled, "what I want to be" I didn't know what to expect. Her answer was a Firewoman. It proceeded to say "because I want to help people when they are sick or hurt like they help my brother Aidan." It's true she has witnessed more than her fair share of 9-1-1 calls but I guess I didn't really think she understood.
Some day if you ever get the chance, ask my daughter about firemen. She LOVES them and I always joke that we are going to be in trouble when she turns 18. I thought maybe it was the firetruck or the cool uniform she liked, but apparently I was wrong.
Her brother Aidan has special needs but she only sees him as her brother. From a very young age she has tried to help him. She sometimes says she is the older sister when in reality she is the younger. When she was 16-months-old, her daddy was shot in the line of duty and I had to rush to his side. I had left my two sleeping babies with my neighbor, Linda. Linda was not trained to care for either of them but thankfully was willing to help me. When Kayla woke up from her nap she went into Aidan's room and brought Linda a diaper, as if to tell her he needed to be changed.
Two of the biggest things Kayla has learned in her four short years is caring and compassion and these are qualities I hope she never loses. She doesn't seem to see the differences some people may have, or if she does, she doesn't dwell on them. She can be found on the playground at preschool consoling a little friend that may have fallen down or hugging her mommy on a really bad day.
This last week was open house at her preschool. I was at a doctor's appointment with Aidan so her daddy took her. The next morning I couldn't wait to walk around her classroom and see all her artwork. When I saw a picture entitled, "what I want to be" I didn't know what to expect. Her answer was a Firewoman. It proceeded to say "because I want to help people when they are sick or hurt like they help my brother Aidan." It's true she has witnessed more than her fair share of 9-1-1 calls but I guess I didn't really think she understood.
Some day if you ever get the chance, ask my daughter about firemen. She LOVES them and I always joke that we are going to be in trouble when she turns 18. I thought maybe it was the firetruck or the cool uniform she liked, but apparently I was wrong.
Friday, February 26, 2010
The Mystery
As some of you know I have been dealing with this mystery rash on Aidan's face for quite a while. I was so excited last week when he actually got a diagnosis, even though it was eczema, because I was armed with two new creams that would hopefully make it go away. So imagine my disappointment when as the week went on it seemed to get worse and worse. I was receiving all kinds of advice from fellow eczema sufferers like "try Aveeno body wash" or "ask the doctor for a different cream" but nothing seemed to work.
Yesterday evening we returned to the Dermatologist. As we were sitting in the waiting room his face became darker and darker red. When the doctor came in he looked at Aidan and asked me if I was using the creams. I told him I was but that his skin seemed worse. He took a closer look and I asked him if he still thought it was eczema to which he responded, "no I don't." He looked over to where I was sitting and saw the medications I was drawing up for Aidan. And then he asked, "he is on seizure meds, right?" I said "yes he is." He went on to tell me that some seizure medications can cause allergic rashes and the fact that the rash was photosensitive made him believe that is what was happening. He said that as Aidan sat there his face was getting redder but the covered parts of his body had a much lesser rash and few rashes are photosensitive. He gave me an oil to put on the rash and told me to talk to our neurologist. He was reluctant to prescribe a steroid because of the number of meds he was already on.
On the way home I called our neurologist and updated her. She said "don't give him anymore." Unfortunately I had given him his 6pm dose already so I asked her if there were any scary side effects and she said there could be. She wanted to know if he had prescribed anything. I told her what he said about Aidan having so many drugs already. She told me to call him and get a steroid right away.
I called back to the office and luckily they were still there and able to call in a prescription. We picked it up last night and started Aidan on it. This should ensure us that his throat will stay open during this transition time; however, I have to say last night was not the best sleep I have ever had. Every little noise I heard made me think he was in danger.
I think everyone was where they were suppose to be last night. First, the doctor was out of the office on Tuesday and Wednesday so they were behind schedule making it necessary for me to prepare Aidan's 6pm medications in the office while I was waiting. Second, his neurologist answered her cell phone when I called and third, they wouldn't normally be there at 7:30pm when I called back a little while after I left the office. I like when all the players are in place, don't you?
I took Aidan to school this morning, minus one seizure drug. He seemed happy but he was showing signs of sleepiness. I explained the situation to his aide and told him to call me if anything seemed strange or concerned them. The only thing left is to wait and see. I am hoping that the thoughts and prayers being sent from across the country will help and that the seizures stay away until we can determine whether or not the Lamictal was the culprit after all.
Yesterday evening we returned to the Dermatologist. As we were sitting in the waiting room his face became darker and darker red. When the doctor came in he looked at Aidan and asked me if I was using the creams. I told him I was but that his skin seemed worse. He took a closer look and I asked him if he still thought it was eczema to which he responded, "no I don't." He looked over to where I was sitting and saw the medications I was drawing up for Aidan. And then he asked, "he is on seizure meds, right?" I said "yes he is." He went on to tell me that some seizure medications can cause allergic rashes and the fact that the rash was photosensitive made him believe that is what was happening. He said that as Aidan sat there his face was getting redder but the covered parts of his body had a much lesser rash and few rashes are photosensitive. He gave me an oil to put on the rash and told me to talk to our neurologist. He was reluctant to prescribe a steroid because of the number of meds he was already on.
On the way home I called our neurologist and updated her. She said "don't give him anymore." Unfortunately I had given him his 6pm dose already so I asked her if there were any scary side effects and she said there could be. She wanted to know if he had prescribed anything. I told her what he said about Aidan having so many drugs already. She told me to call him and get a steroid right away.
I called back to the office and luckily they were still there and able to call in a prescription. We picked it up last night and started Aidan on it. This should ensure us that his throat will stay open during this transition time; however, I have to say last night was not the best sleep I have ever had. Every little noise I heard made me think he was in danger.
I think everyone was where they were suppose to be last night. First, the doctor was out of the office on Tuesday and Wednesday so they were behind schedule making it necessary for me to prepare Aidan's 6pm medications in the office while I was waiting. Second, his neurologist answered her cell phone when I called and third, they wouldn't normally be there at 7:30pm when I called back a little while after I left the office. I like when all the players are in place, don't you?
I took Aidan to school this morning, minus one seizure drug. He seemed happy but he was showing signs of sleepiness. I explained the situation to his aide and told him to call me if anything seemed strange or concerned them. The only thing left is to wait and see. I am hoping that the thoughts and prayers being sent from across the country will help and that the seizures stay away until we can determine whether or not the Lamictal was the culprit after all.
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