Natty Holds Just Bring The Chocolate Hostage, (Little Minx)

When you enter the realms of parenthood, it comes with the territory that your children will embarrass you sometimes. Perhaps not as much as you will them one day on the teen horizon, but still.

Having the toilet door burst open when you are inside is a daily occurance.
Having iPhone photos taken of me in the shower is becoming increasingly common.
Oh yes, and then there was the iPhone video that included a rummage through my knicker drawer.
I think one child standing in a posh restaurant chair in a Portugese Harbour, lifting her skirt and doing a poo when she was about 3 years old is right up there (I will not divulge which one) as is the episode of diahorrea in a BMW showroom.

However Natty's recent actions can be more described as mortifying, rather than simply embarrassing. The repurcussions effected a whole family for many hours, and not even our family. 

Here's what happened when Natty tried to hold Just Bring The Chocolate Hostage...



The wonderful, gifted, inspirational, brave and tireless Renata proved all of the above, by packing her 3 children and all the equipment Dominic needs into a car and driving by herself the millions of miles down to Cornwall to stay with us. And all of that after a GOSH appointment in the morning! *in awe face*

The fun-filled 3 days were amongst the best of our summer, with all 5 siblings mucking in together and nobody making any special allowances for Dominic or Natty, who keenly felt a sense of rivalry in the cute stakes. It was very funny to observe.

I was proud that Dominic thought our house was the most wheelchair-friendly he had known.
I was excited that we made a fab beach camp and enjoyed the sand and sea and picnic and chips together.
Elliot's energy and zest for life was magnetic.
I was touched to be present when Dominic stood for the first time ever.
I loved every minute of our dinosaur hunt around the woods.
It was wonderful watching the big girls Mia and Lilia share stories at bedtime and revel in the female company together.
It was wonderful to get to know that amazing woman Renata a little better.
I was heartened to see the sheer enjoyment Dominic got out of a lunch of one olive, or a Calipo lolly.

I was less proud however of my bullet-hard, lipsalve-tasting vegetarian jelly trifles. (Even the chickens rejected those!) The less said about those the better however. Thank you Elliot for your honesty ;)

Still, the 3 days came to an end and it was time to pack away. Renata loaded that car while I chatted to Dominic in the kitchen. Our woods walk and pizza lunch had delayed her planned leaving time slightly, and she had a long journey ahead of her, all the way back to St Albans. Time between Dominic's meds and feeds are carefully calculated. So we pressed on. She joked that as she always travelled with so much kit, we were bound to be finding and shipping things back to her for weeks.

The children were then loaded into the car and we assembled to wave goodbye. It was 3.30 pm. She had at least a 5 hour journey ahead of her.

Renata made a final trip to the kitchen to pick up her care keys. The car keys?

"Has anyone seen my keys?"
"They are on the side aren't they?"
"No."

There followed a quick look around the obvious places, handbags, tables, in the car itself. 

No keys.

I rang Bob who had popped out. 
"Have you seen Renata's keys babe?"
"No."

When Bob returned half an hour later we were still looking.
We had moved from the They-Must-Be-Somewhere-Obvious stage, to the I-Must-Have-Put-Them-Somewhere-Silly-in-an-Absent-Minded-Moment phase.

We retraced our steps after the walk. Renata may have carried them in her mouth to the living room when she put Dominic on the sofa.
The sofa was dismantled. We searched under, over and behind it.

At this point I began to enter the I-Wonder-If-Natty's-Had-Them phase.
"Natty, have you seen Renata's Keys?"
"No."

"Natty, where are Renata's keys?"
"I don't know."

The mood began to become more desperate. An hour had passed and they were either somehere REALLY silly or Natty had hidden/thrown away/destroyed them. In the past if she has hidden something she has always taken me straight to it.

While Renata took all the suitcases and bags out of the car and emptied them on the drive, then lifted every seat and rumaged beneath (Oh God, this was getting serious) I decided to up the motivation with Natty.

I peeled her off the iPad film she was watching to keep her in one place while we looked, I got down to her level and looked her straight in the eye. Using Makaton to back up the message I said:
"Natty, Renata needs her keys. A big set with a rabbit on them. Where are her keys? Renata wants to go home."
"In Mia's room on the shelf."

BINGO! 

Daring to hope, we dashed upstairs and searched the very full and untidy bookshelves. Nothing.

"Natty, where are Renata's keys?" My voice was trying not to portray my worry, trying to remain jolly and encouraging.

"In my room up high."
Another mad dash. Another fruitless search.

I recall whispering to Bob "What are we going to do if we never find them?" I didn't want to panic Renata but I thought couriers and spare sets might be on the cards. 

We then enetered the We-Must-Leave-No-Stone-Unturned phase.
The older children were promised vast quantities of chocolate (Renata really does Bring The Chocolate when she comes to visit) if they found the keys, and we all set about searching the house from top to bottom.

Yep, in the bins.
In every cupboard, every drawer.
Under and in every piece of furniture.
The garden was search inch by inch in case Pippin had taken a shine to the fluffy rabbit key fob.
Nothing.

Renata brought a hot and tired Dominic in from the car, her face slipping to worry now from its usual positive beautiful smile. I felt terrible. I continued to hope she had put them in an unusual place, but it was looking less likely. I began to pray I hadn't moved them myself. Did I pick them up and move them earlier when Natty was playing with them? Did I?

I began to retrace my steps, re-searching in more detail. This time emptying each drawer that I had already searched. Each drawer apart from the one at the bottom of the wardrobe int he guest room where Renata had been staying. I'd missed that one.

I tugged it open. It was stiff from lack of use.

There, lying slap bang in the middle of the drawer was the enormous bunch of keys and the attached red rabbit!!!

I screamed, snatched them in my hands and ran downstairs. I couldn't help crying. It was Natty's fault, my fault, our fault that Renata and gang were so delayed. 2 and a half hours had passed.

We all hugged and sat down to a cup of sweet tea and some serious chocolate and we mulled over what on earth had happened. What had gone through Natty's mind? 
Had she hidden the keys to make her friends stay longer?
Had she put them in Renata's room to be helpful?
Had she put them there so long ago she had forgotten doing it?
Did she not understand what we were looking for?
Was the frantic search too much fun to cut it short by finding the keys?

I guess we will never know.

But I do know that if your child is going to hide the keys of anyone and delay their journey home by 2.5 hours, thus making their ETA midnight, then it should be one of the UK's top SEN bloggers, for at least they understand and don't cut all ties with you.


Oh, and now we hang guests' keys from an unreachable hook by the way.








Natty is a Face of Kinder '13 Finalist!

thank you!

thank you!

thank you!

to everyone who voted for our little role model to be the Face of Kinder Chocolate.

23,000 children entered the competition and Natty has been anounced as 1 of 50 finalists!

So you may see her face on your packet of chocolate yet, another step for ad inclusion, and a cry from the rooftops that Down's Syndrome is beautiful.




The winners will now be chosen based on a memorable moment question. 
I wrote that mine was the first time Natty held my face in her hands and said 
"Mummy, you happy me", her own way of saying "I love you" to begin with.




My Superheroes for #LDWeek13



superhero  (ˈsuːpəˌhɪərəʊ) 
— n  , pl -roes
characters with superhuman abilities or magical powers, wearing distinctive costume, and fighting against evil

Learning Disability Week is an annual awareness-raising campaign organised by Mencap. This year it is taking place from 19-25 August 2013 and will celebrate people with a learning disability, their families and supporters by asking the question; who is your real-life superhero? 
I was honoured that Mencap posed this question to me, and here is my answer, in the form of a poem (bear with me, poetry is not one of my superpowers).




Disguised in scrubs and gloves
a uniform of blue or white
or none at all
our superhero morphs

Her face smiles kindly

a wisdom that has seen, 
or with enthusiastic youth
he embraces our fears

'Go and love her'

'An ambassador you will be'
'She'll teach you'
'We will be here'
'You learn how strong you are when there is no other way'

The superhero stops us falling

drowning
going under,
saves a tiny life worth living

He fixes a heart

Helps you walk, talk, see, hear
Makes tea and listens
Congratulates, helps, believes

She paves the way with her example

a role model, 
a patient visionary
the tireless ambassador

Barriers are smashed as

Superheroes include, encourage
proudly teach and expect
they know no stereotype 

Transported into school

hospital, here at home
or online
our hero is there

She wields a gift, an invite

patiently shows flashcards
a scalpel, keyboard or camera
his weapon of choice

Her whistle blows loudly 
arch villains he outs
gently melting our hearts
future change from the start

For our superhero is one

is many
is you

Full of heart, so selfless and true





When I was asked to write about my superhero I wondered where on earth to start. Would I write about  our daughters who have taught us so much? Mia the thoughtful, gentle soul, with a keen sense of right and wrong. A feisty know-it-all, equestrian and dance queen? Natty who melts hearts wherever she goes, and demands a rethink from all she meets about what Down's Syndrome means today. A model fighting for ad inclusion, a loving daughter, an annoying sibling, a team player, a valuable classmate?

Or my unfaltering husband who simply announced that Natty was our daughter and that she would be fine as he proudly held her aloft on the day that she was born? Our wider family who swooped in to help?

The wise midwife who shook me out of my self-pity, the breast feeding support, the trainee doctor who smiled and told us we would be ambassadors for children like Natty when she was 3 days old. I wish I could track him down and tell him how motivating his words were.

But I couldn't miss out the surgeons and doctors that had saved Natty's life. Or the neonatal nurses that cared for her, and nurtured our bond in the early days. The emergency middle of the night medical strangers, the familiar staff on the paediatric wards. Where would we be now without people like that?

And what about the physio and SALT and portage worker who lifted me with tea and encouragement each week in the early difficult days as they gently encouraged Natty to reach her potential.
The teachers and TAs at Pre-school and school who embraced different methods of teaching, who believed in Natty's abilities and spent hours working out what they were and how to nurture them.

To everyone who has seen my worry, tears, frustrations and listened. To those who offered childcare, tea, hugs, meals, advice, resources, some of whom I have never met in the invaluable online support network.

The charities we couldn't have done without, both those who have provided support directly relevent to our family, and those who work for a safer better future for our children.

The fellow ambassadors, the writer, the photographers, the campaigners, the politicians who believe?

And finally the wonderful adults I have met along this journey who have a learning disability. They light the way for us, make our lives more colourful, show us what is possible. They are the role models for our children.

So, a mix of them all is had to be, and my poem depicts a superhero made up of all these people. A multi-facetted superhuman, whose costume and appearance might change but who influence remains constant.


Thank you to our super heroes this Learning Disability Week.
Join in the hashtag #LDWeek13 on Twitter and link up your posts their or in the linky below.

You can follow our exploits @DownsSideUp as well.








Silent Sunday











Silent Sunday




Kicking off Learning Disability Week with a vlog about confidence and friendship

I was asked by the Foundation for People with Learning Disabilities to put together a designated blog post for them as part of Mencap's Learning Disability Week #LDWeek13 this year.

I was honoured, and set about thinking how best I could join in with their theme of planning for the future and safeguarding. At 6 years old, Natty's adult life seems far far away, so I decided to chat about the importance of self-help skills, and specifically making friends, which in turn boosts self confidence and self-esteem. Vital commodities for us all.

Armed with a new iMovie Phone App, I decided to try my hand at a vlog, incorporating an interview with Natty and some lovely photos. I warn you, I am very much an amateur, but I do hope you can find a few minutes to sit and enjoy our chat and then join in with the #LDWeek13 celebrations by using the hashtag on Twitter, posting to Mencap at Twitter and Facebook and adding your posts to the linky below.

Watch out for my equally suspect poetry skills on Wednesday, when my #superhero post for Mencap airs!


                          



Jamaica, and other longhaul memories


Copyright Downs Side Up, Traci Giles Photography and Charlotte Amelia Kids Photography

Right now we're riding the painful, grumpy aftermath of 2 tonsillectomies. Cuddles, sofas, films, pain relief, ice lollies, more films and a smattering of crafts if we can muster enough energy to enthusiastically motivate the poorly soldiers.

Yesterday, to cheer ourselves up, we looked back over our holiday snaps from earlier in the summer. A reminder that we all need to grab the opportunity to create wonderful memories and store them up for later use whenever we can.

It's funny how travel has always been such a significant part of our lives. Daddy Downs Side Up travels a lot with work, and in the heady, romantic days of LBK (Life Before Kids as we affectionately refer to that time where you have no-one to please but yourself) I used to jet off with him for short breaks: New York (taking photos at the top of the Twin Towers), San Fransisco (wearing a bib to eat a giant plate of lobster), Hong Kong (buying cheap silk ties on the street corner at 1am), Paris (persuading the waiter to simply leave the desert trolley with us), you get the picture.

Then some holidays to far away places of choice; Malaysia and the Maldives, diving with turtles and exploring rainforests and staying up late and drinking cocktails whilst playing Scrabble (I know, I know) and plenty of siestas to catch up.

Before we started a family I always thought we would just continue to trot around the globe, our offspring becoming seasoned travellers and explorers.

So when Natty was born, I recall thinking, literally within the first few minutes of her life, as the initial heavy shock and grief settled over me, that we would never ever again even visit our local beach, let alone travel to long haul destinations.

What on earth put this ridiculous thought in my head I cannot tell you.
Perhaps the notion that people would always point and stare at us at us. That insensitive folk would make rude comments. That Natty wouldn't be 'allowed' to travel. Perhaps it was my brain's way of vocalising its fear that our lives were over, that we'd be forever under house arrest. Perhaps the travel connection stemmed from that Holland poem that was thrust at us straight away.

Either way, I couln't have been more wrong. And as soon as she was strong enough, we firmly resolved to change all that forever...


EUROPE
We first took the girls at around 1 and 3yrs to Menorca, a short hop, for just a week. An amazing thing happened, Natty's nose unblocked and her chest cleared, the weather was working miracles. Furthermore we noticed a sharp improvement in her cognitive abilities. It was as if the change of scene and temperature made her more alert, and she enjoyed taking everything in around her. The next year we tried Portugal.



INDIAN OCEAN
Then, a couple of months after Natty had her keyhole heart surgery and we have been given the all clear, we boarded a plane for the Indian Ocean Island of Mauritius. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from our shoulders, the worry and fear, we had carried for 2 years thinking we might lose her had been such a physical one. We had been buckling under, just biding our time, and now we felt free to live again.
We had the holiday of a lifetime, it bonded us all together as a family unit and I can honestly say that for the very first time since Natty's birth I realised that Down Syndrome wasn't going to define or limit us.
We found time to visit a DS charity while we were there, and were impressed by the services offered to families under one roof.



CARRIBBEAN
Since then we have made our family holidays top priority. We discovered that JAMAICA feels like a home from home. We've been back 3 times and the girls are always welcomed with open arms to collect beach glass, braid hair, tie dye Tshirts, swim until sunset and make new friends. Music, good food, warm seas and genuine people. For it's all about the people isn't it.

We visited a local school while we were there and the children were most intrigued by Natty and Mia. We joined in and sang songs and could have stayed for hours.

This year we went to ANTIGUA which had a quieter feel, but we were made to feel no less welcome.
We returned home with the same feeling that we had invested in our family and ourselves, having met some incredible people, rediscovered who we are and changed a few more perceptions of Down Syndrome around the globe.

With careful planning, there's no stopping us now. I might even feel brave enough for a spot of camping sometime soon, or a family friendly festival.

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Some Top Tips for Travel with Children with a Disability
1) Make sure your destination is within driving/flying distance of healthcare facilities such as a clinic or hospital comparable to what you might find at home. I always like to plan for the worst case scenario.

2) Make sure you take out comprehensive travel insurance. Ours covers the cost of the entire holiday even if we check in at the departure airport and then decide not to go because Natty falls ill.

3) Always check with your doctors to make sure they are happy for your child to travel.

4) Take un-made-up antibiotics if your doctor will allow it, and every other medicine you might conceiveably need.

5) Give the airline plenty of notice of any special requirements.

6) Try to find an inclusive, welcoming resort/hotel/B&B if possible. You can often get a feel by asking a few questions and seeing what their response is, whether they seem as if they would take your family's differences in their stride or not. Some companies specialise in Family Holidays, such as Scott Dunn and Tots Too, and will be happy to discuss your needs and make recommendations based on that. some resorts will have special passes/access for children with disabilities, such as Disneyland.

7) Plan your journeys carefully. Think of them as a mini holiday in themselves and take time to pack everything you will need to get from A to B happily and without stress. I always pack as big a bag as I can that will fit comfortably in the overhead locker, such as a cabin suitcase. There's enough room for everything from spare clothes, more spare clothes, pyjamas, masses of tempting healthy snacks and treats, a basic medical kit, tiny fun toiletries and as many new, unplayed-with-before small toys, stickers, colouring books and so on as I can squeeze in it. My girls love a rag doll with plasters, comb, bandages, hairclips and so on.
It's also worth investing in noise-limiting children's headphones as they will actually fit, and your child might keep them on long enough to watch a whole film. Don't forget a sunhat, shades and sunscreen to pop on when you arrive if going somewhere hot.

8) A different routine/ climate might unsettle your child, only you will know what will suit them and what they can cope with. Natty used to meltdown at the feel of heat and sand mixed with sun cream. But with gentle reassurance and repeated exposure to it, she has got used to it. I guess it helps that we live near the beach too.

9) Keep a journal during your stay.  This could be drawings, postcards or photos so that your child has a visual record of their holiday to show teachers and family on their return.

10) Enjoy, relax, make memories, take thousands of photos. Live, love, laugh.

H x

Live, love, laugh



Downs Side Up meet The Futures Rosie


I could write for hours about what happened when the two divas met for the second time... but I'll let the pictures speak the words. I bring you Natty and Rosie:
Read The Futures Rosie blog here. 








1.37am in a hospital quiet room...

A minor op.
Routine.
It went well.
'Text book' one might say.
Words that mask reality.

Today we brought our littlest soldier to have her tonsils and adenoids removed. 

The teams were fabulous, accommodating of her needs. Learning Disability nurses smoothed the way, made sure she understood, put her first on the list, made sure the appointment wasn't changed. We felt safe in expert hands, but still tears flowed as she drifted calmly, unsuspectingly into the gas, whispering, 'I'm hungry...'

A flashback to her heart surgery, natural parental fear.
We kissed her and told her of our love for her, promising cake when she woke.


The hour of her surgery stretched ahead of us. We paced, spoke to family, listened to every sound and voice in the ward, waiting for news of her safe return to us.

'She's out and in recovery.' Bob caught the snippet as it passed our door. 

Yes, it was our Natty. The relief is immense, no matter how minor or routine the op, the irrational fears that your mind fights, all centre on the anaesthetised time. The time when you are not in control, powerless, only able to trust others in whom you lay your child's life.

Natty woke, disorientated and feeling strange. She was distraught in a way I don't recall post heart op, but then we are 4 years down the line with a little girl who understands so much more and thinks so much more deeply.

We soothed. Morphine came to the rescue, and shortly she was eating soup demanding exactly who sat where and stroked her arm and watching Mamma Mia on a loop, to which she sang loudly (apologies to the rest of the ward).


This is how she feels when the morphine is working, but when it wears off and lesser painkillers are the baseline, she's struggling a bit.

Tonight has been hard for her. We are in High Dependency Unit to monitor her oxygen and breathing, surrounded by nurses who look vaguely familiar, who say they know us of old. Those who have been a crucial part of our journey so far, to whom we owe so much. The faceless medical angels whose lifework is supporting us all.

She has missed Daddy who has gone home to sleep and kiss her sister goodnight.

She is swollen, her face rounded, lips sore from the tubes. The catheter in her hand is bothering her. She's restless, fidgety, fussing over her latest syringe. She settled late, overtired after the day's events. Waking in the early hours for more pain relief.

But finally, after endless stroking and rocking and soothing she sleeps. 

She is safe, she will be well.

But darn it tonsills, you packed a mighty punch...

And yes, I'm off to get some rest too now. 
H, 2.33am x





You might also like to read about the emotions behind the operation here at Tonsil Op Cancelled at the Crack of Dawn.

Natty for Face of Kinder 2013




I know that ad inclusion is a very important part of what we campaign for here at Downs Side Up. Natty and a team of others across the UK have been getting their faces into catalogues, brochures, websites, films and commercials, showing the world a different kind of beauty, acting as role models for others and encouraging the the PR teams to look at representing every one of us in their marketing strategies. Read about the pioneers who are changing attitudes here







I have to admit though that writing around to companies and attending castings was a very time consuming process, but happy in the knowledge that increasing numbers of companies were opening their modelling criteria to those with disabilities and others parents were forging ahead, I guess I relaxed the pressure a little. I also found myself caught up in other writing and media campaigns which took all my focus.

We decided not to go all the way to London for a recent Boden casting and were on holiday when Urban Angels needed someone for an ad, but we were excited to see our friend Kostas in the latest Co Op commercial. There is also a new model Julius hitting the headlines in Australia and a little boy Adam in Ireland is working for Marks and Spencer so it is happening.

But actually I am left wondering if companies really are employing a long term policy of inclusive advertising, or simply engaging in one offs for whatever reason...

So, I shall start looking around for more modelling opportunities for Natty, our model with Down Syndrome. Locally as far as possible, as it can be slotted into our day so easily that way, taking little away from school time. If everyone did a little bit here and there for a local tourist attraction or shop or company we could cover the country in a network of inclusive advertising. 

For now we've entered Natty into the Face of Kinder 2013 competition. If you would like to vote for her you can do so here. (Vting has closed).

Just type Natty (there's only one) and follow the instructions. It takes around a minute.  You can vote for as many children as you like, so enter your child too and we can all vote for each other's children.
                                                      

So go on, dust off your keyboards, get voting and get writing to those companies! 

Together we can make a difference and get disability into the media.