05/01/2026
A quick update & a few thoughts! 💛
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Jemma is still having seizures, 2-4 a week for the last 3 weeks. The good thing is the VNS is working after 2-3 swipes and she is not needing the oral rescue medicine. She has had a viral cold she just can’t kick, and we know that even a runny nose and cough for Jemma always means more seizures. We will increase the settings of her VNS in Kc later this month. I’m communicating with her neurologist but with a whole new patient portal system to navigate it’s been an adjustment to get through to them.
Jemma is doing pretty good overall given the circumstances, a few gains in verbal communication, she’s doing really good in physical therapy, she used to have low endurance with Kilah but has just blossomed with her in the last year! Now she loves to go see “Diyah!”. We tried taking her to a local OT again, but after a few visits the therapist let me know that because Jemma wasn’t able to follow her instructions or handle more than a few minutes of work with her weak hand because of the sensitivity in it, she said she didn’t think she could help Jemma anymore and that she believed Jemma needs sensory input therapy and ABA (Applied Behavioral Therapy) in order to have occupational therapy be successful. This isn’t wrong, but that sort of therapy is 4-6 hours away and only with a specific diagnosis of Autism, that Jemma does not have yet. She said we should move.🤪 In my opinion, it takes a specific type of person to be able to work with kids like Jemma, and she just doesn’t have it. Jemma CAN do OT with someone that’s patient and kind and meets her where she is. So I’ve taken that on and working with her at home for now, until we find someone else.
In terms of behavior, Jemma is somewhat struggling. She has good days too, but she gets easily overwhelmed and frustrated, especially with other small kids around her age. She will impulsively hurt others and it’s exhausting for her and us. We know she’s spent the majority of her life with adults, her parents, therapists, nurses, all people that are there to help her and are aware of her differences and where she needs extra help. She’s not really been able to have free play with kids for almost her whole life and it’s new to her. I know there is some frustration that she knows she can’t do things the way others can, but really.. we can’t figure out what her triggers are, so I’ve submitted the evaluation forms to the developmental & behavioral clinic at Children’s Mercy. The waitlist is 6-8 months just for an evaluation. I’ve called around other places in the state and they’re all the same wait times.
Jemma went to her first preschool round-up day at school! She did pretty good at the beginning, sat on my lap and listened to a story and did pretty good with the other kids at first. She roamed the classroom to make sure it was up to her inspection, and it was full of fun things she loves. She did some dancing with the group, but I could tell she was starting to wear out and getting too close for comfort for the other kids. I had to intervene with every interaction to prevent her from pushing or pulling on the others. I had already delayed her morning meds to give her a chance to be out of the fog for the morning, but she was still getting drowsy, aggressive and impulsive, I tried all I could to keep her calm beforehand and during, so when it came time for recess we were both ready to go outside. When we came out Jemma ran around a bit and she saw the others on tricycles and I could tell this would frustrate her and it did. She loves to ride in the bike trailer at home and has shown interest in her siblings bikes too, but because of her cerebral palsy, she doesn’t have the balance, coordination, or any control of her left hand to be able to ride at all safely.
So I looked for the one thing she loves that I know she can do, the swing. The only equipment they have for disabled students, that Jemma can safely access and loves, was not available, it had blown up in the wind and was wrapped around the frame, out of anyone’s reach to get down.. and I just lost it. The one thing I was looking forward to giving her a chance to join the play independently, the sensory relief I knew it would give her right when she really needed it, and it was not available. I couldn’t hold back the flood of tears.
Grief has worked funny this way through the years since her diagnosis. I can stay focused on giving her the best care and support I know how, and stay as positive as possible, and then something like this happens and it just strikes without warning and my heart breaks again. I can handle the stares, other people’s discomfort and tip-toeing around her, I can handle my own disappointment in the expectations I had of this life. But when I saw this, I felt so defeated and angry for her.
But I reined it in, just enough to pivot. I decided I would figure out a way to use this feeling to fuel myself and make a way for her. We went to the next thing I knew Jemma could do with my help, the small playground slides. She made it a few rounds before she was frustrated and too tired to play anymore, we went back inside and I gave her medicine in the classroom and I took her home for a nap.
I was anxious before this day and I had prayed about it going into it, but something about being in the classroom with a group of kids Jemma’s age that are so much more socially advanced, independent and able, broke my heart for my girl. Our community is small, I recognize this. But accessibility at school is not negotiable, especially for children that have fought so hard just to be alive.
I do my best to see the bright side most of the time, but this time is just kind of all hit me at once how far behind she is, and how much I long for her life and her childhood to be full of fun and life, that she wouldn’t have to struggle so much just to get to be on the playing field with her peers the way she wants to be.
Every child deserves the joy of play.
Since then, I’ve been communicating with the school administrators and they are working on ways to get better equipment and a behavior plan in her IEP to get things on the right track for progress. I’m truly so grateful that they have been open to listen to my thoughts, and eager to learn and do things better. This is a good community, with good people. We know that we will need to help people understand how to interact with Jemma, and I will never shy away from a conversation about how to communicate and understand her, when people just ask and not assume.
If you’ve taken the time to read all of this, thank you. I appreciate it so much, I believe in being open and honest about our experience and her needs. So many of you have asked through the years how to help and I’ve sometimes not known what to say. Prayer is first always, and of the greatest blessing to us! But if you feel called to help us in this, please consider donating even a little to our school project to help with accessible equipment for Jemma and more children in our community with disabilities that deserve to play too, it would mean the world to us! I’ll post the link in the comments. We never stop feeling grateful, that we got to keep her, that we get to love her and see her grow and just be a kid!🎗️🎗️🎗️🎗️💚💚💜💜💛💛