New beginnings

There seem to be so many things happening around me at the moment that I hardly have time to sit back and appreciate them. The last year has been frantic and very challenging but I finally feel there is light at the end of the tunnel.

The new garden is proving to be a haven - James has always loved being outside and a large garden was one of our essential criteria when we moved. Sadly, the previous owners had neglected the garden so whilst we had the space we also had the bindweed, brambles and building material (6 skips worth!) to contend with. Bea learnt to walk on the old lawn, full of dandelions and horribly uneven. James spent most of last summer with his legs covered in scratches from the brambles and unruly roses. So now that it is a safe, relaxing environment I've finally discovered the joys of gardening. Our last flat had a raised level garden the size of a postage stamp and wasn't particularly fun to be in. I did have a short spell of green fingered dabblings the second summer after we moved in (we got married the first summer) and grew quite a lot of seedlings, but the following summer I was pregnant and haven't had a moment since! I am woefully ignorant when it comes to gardening so when our designer said he was leaving us a plot to use with the children I decided it was about time I learnt a bit more. In my usual manner, that has entailed a bit of shopping - although I don't think 2 books and 10 packets of seeds is that bad! I don't know if it's beginners luck or the fact that the soil was well prepared, but so far so good - I sown sweetcorn, peas, carrots, spring onions, radish and rocket in our bed and everything has germinated. The radish are attracting the slugs so I'm off to find some environmentally friendly (and child friendly!) methods to keep them at bay. Tonight we ate our first salad leaves from my troughs and I'll plant some more soon. My friend brought round some cucumber, courgettes, aubergine and chard yesterday but I'm not sure that they'll all survive outside (we don't have a greenhouse) but I'll give them a whirl too. Bea loves to help me and her sunflowers are doing well and she's getting the hang of dead heading - she's a little overenthusiastic at times though, and keeps offering me various leaves she's picked, telling me they're delicious.

With all this growth going on in the garden I've noticed that James is very happy to be outside on the trampoline or in the summer house with us. In fact, he's started requesting that I join him on the trampoline - I suppose it goes some way towards me getting a bit fitter! We've been using "Intensive Interaction" techniques with him for some time now, but recently he has been reacting more positively to it, as if he's suddenly clicked that we're joining him in his activities. He is showing a lot of affection and when my parents were here they commented on his greater level of intereaction and awareness. It has been a long time coming - it's over 2 years since we really noticed his regression and it seems that he is finally beginning to make a little bit of progress. I look to September, when he starts school, with a sense of trepidation and worry - I just hope he doesn't find the change too difficult and upsetting. He has struggled immensely over the last 9 months at nursery, mainly because it was the wrong environment for him, and I am hoping that the smaller class (there will be 5 other children with ASD in his class) and higher level of support will mean he can start building on these foundations.

Another big change in our life is that I am earnestly looking at going back to work - I've been away for over two years now and feel that if I don't give it a go now I'll never get another chance. In medicine there comes a point where you've got so out of touch that you have to virtually retrain and I don't want that to happen. So I've taken the bull by the horns and am planning to start one day a week in the middle of July. So a lot of our time has been spent trying to find suitable childcare for the children - special needs nannies and childminders are few and far between, but there are some out there. It's been quite daunting, inviting people into our house, interviewing them and having to talk about James' difficulties with virtual strangers, but it's one more step towards me getting this part of my life back on track.

Every cloud.....

They say truth is stranger than fiction and I know I couldn't have made up today's events. I think it's a fact of life that most children will sustain an injury that requires a trip to A&E at some point in life, but I always expected that it would be James I'd take first. He has no awareness of danger (his latest trick is to run away from us down the street when we take him out of the car in our drive) and is quite hypotonic (floppy) and so tends to trip and fall a lot. He has a high pain threshold and won't tell us when he's in pain (I can remember an incident when he was less than two when I found his toenail bleeding and hanging off when we were in a park and thinking how brave he was - this was before his formal diagnosis, and is just one of many little incidents that show me there were very subtle clues there before he "declared" his autism). But it seems that despite being the second born, Bea has found yet another "first" to outperform her older sibling - yes, she is the first of my offspring to sustain a broken bone. In fact, she's beaten me - I think my first fracture was when I was about 3, but I hope she doesn't follow in my tracks and continue to break another 10 plus bones. My last fracture was only about 6 months ago - I wish I could say I'd been running to save James from drowning or some such other heroics, but to my shame I was late on the nursery run and tripped over my own foot! Bea's story isn't particularly glamorous either - slipped on the kitchen floor, put her arms out to save her fall and broke her clavicle (collar bone). Considering it's been nearly two years since I last saw a patient, I was quite impressed with myself for identifying the cause of her screaming - even Mini Eggs wouldn't console her. My local A&E were very efficient (I did mention my training which helped bypass at least one doctor, I think) so we were out within 2 hours, having seen the orthopaedic consultant (I think I must be ageing rapidly - he looked far younger than me and I'm a long way off my consultant post!). She is currently tucked up in bed, dosed up on painkillers and looking like a princess - I've put a double duvet under her to cushion her as she's been screaming in pain all day.

It's events like this that really bring home how hard life with James really is. I think I'm a realist and know how much I do but it's so easy to get so involved in living your insular life that you forget how much you're adapting to your situation. There is no way I could have taken James with me to the hospital as he would never have coped there but equally I'd have found it impossible to leave him with anyone. Just as well it was the weekend, although my husband's plans for a morning of DIY were scuppered. Then this afternoon it's dawned on me how hard it will be to take the two of them on the nursery run - it's incredibly painful for Bea to be picked up and put in her car seat, which we need to do four times a morning. I can't ask anyone else to take James to and from nursery either, so I have had to ask my mum to come and visit to help out. Ironically, I have been exploring the possibility of getting the LEA to provide transport one day a week for James so I could go back to work - they've refused on the grounds we live too near (there's one direct bus that goes twice an hour and the times mean that Bea and the nanny would spend more time waiting for the bus/on the bus than at home). This is a rather dramatic way of getting transport though!

James was very "high" today - I am sure he could sense we were upset about Bea and the screaming didn't really help. Plus, he loves being outside and finds being stuck indoors on days like today really frustrating. When he's high he's really hard to engage with, running back and forth continually, spinning round and round, flapping and stimming and he finds it impossible to concentrate on anything. We tried most of our usual "tricks" but he wasn't having any of it. I was very glad when supper time came around as it meant bedtime (and with it a bit of peace) was round the corner. As Bea can't lift her arm, I gave her her glass of water with a straw and did the same for James. For the first time ever, he used the straw to blow through, something we worked on and gave up on last summer. So I brought out a bowl of water and washing up liquid and we spent a magical ten minutes blowing bubbles, splashing, popping, and the odd bit of drinking. So every cloud really does have a silver lining.