Our Journey Raising Two Children with Special Needs

This blog chronicles our life raising two children, Nicholas 15, diagnosed with Prader-Willi Syndrome and Weston 18, diagnosed with Autism/Asperger's/ADHD. It's the ups, the downs, the joys, the sorrows and most importantly, the beauty of living a life less perfect, a life more meaningful.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Tommy Pickles gets a Procedure and Kitty gets a Reprieve

Nicholas has decided to become a Healer.

He has discovered the storage location of every band-aid in the house, rifling through my hidden stashes of precious wound dressings.

Since my bandage supply was dwindling to near shortage levels, Santa decided to get Nicholas his very own First Aid Kit for Christmas, stuffed to the brim with band-aids, knee wraps, cold packs and ace bandages.

As a "Medic-In-Training" Nicholas was thrilled to have his own endless supply of healing accessories.

He joyfully set about the house in search of newly recruited patients. His first willing participant was one of the Nickelodeon Rugrats characters named Tommy Pickles. Tommy Pickles is a large toy figurine that was given to Nicholas by his second grade teacher.

Poor Tommy Pickles sustained some serious life threatening injuries as Nicholas drew a collection of mortal "wounds" onto his body with red marker.

A multitude of facial lacerations were also carefully drawn on his face with ball point pen.

Nicholas then proceeded to heal poor Tommy of his latest afflictions. He performed CPR, pumping his chest and then checking for a pulse. After reviving poor Tommy, he attended to his less serious injuries.

 Band-aids were carefully placed on his recent wounds.

All body functions were tested until at last Nicholas was satisfied with the health status of his patient.

Tommy, no worse for the wear, spent the rest of the day recovering on the couch as Nicholas searched the house for more patients in desperate need of medical attention. He started with his collection of "friends".

Here poor Garfield has a broken neck that needed mending.

Once his neck healed, a laceration on his head was attended to....

And when he ran out of willing participants........the house itself began to be healed.

Band-aids on the cushions

Band-aids on the drawers

Band-aids on the toys

Band-aids on the furniture

Band-aids on his hands and floor

Band-aids and their wrappings everywhere!

I do not know when Nicholas's fascination with band-aids and healing began? Perhaps it is his many visits to Children's Hospital that has motivated him. The five operations in his eight short years of life? His many sleep studies and long term EEG's? His association with multitudes of physicians, nurses, specialists, and general practitioners? His numerous x-rays, braces, g-tubes, orthotics, IV's, PICC lines and EKG's?

Could it be that all of this medical trauma he experienced since birth, has actually motivated him in a positive way to want to heal  the world; the way he too has been healed? Is it a reflection of the way he feels toward all of the healers in his life? Does he understand his own physical limitations and wants to help others with theirs? Or is it just another obsession to occupy the mind of an individual diagnosed with PWS?

I do not know.

All I do know is that although my house has become littered with medical debris, I am very fortunate to have a son with the precious gifts of empathy and human compassion.

Oh, and of course an empathy and compassion for nonhuman friends too, like Garfield and Tommy Pickles.

The only one who managed to escape Nicholas's healing rampage unscathed was.....you guessed it!

A very relieved and fortunate furry feline

A very Happy and Healthy New Year to all!