RESPITE by Micaela

Sam and I are back from our trip to Mohonk.  The weather was unseasonably perfect, and our trip was decadent and relaxing, but first let me say that I was actually a little nervous about this place. It's a vastly huge hotel, it's in the middle of nowhere, and it's very old, so of course comparisons to The Overlook Hotel from The Shining were inevitable.  Despite trying not to let my imagination get the better of me, I couldn't help myself.  This one's for you, Aggie:



More on our trip. We took beautiful walks, ate lovely food (albeit earlier than I would have liked. Breakfast ended at 10am??!), had massages and stewed in the mineral pool, and generally otherwise did sweet fuck all. It was blissful to have free time to relax, but I have to say we both missed Roan terribly and could not wait to get home to him.

The view of Mohonk from our walk on day one

See that tower?  That's where I took the first picture from

This reminds me of Scotland

View from our lovely room

Vacation in two words: Room. Service.

Sam sunbathing on our balcony

There were lots of old eerie rooms like this that you could wander around in

The dock at night

We even had a fireplace in our room

Late night Scrabble


FUTBOL by Micaela

Sam and I are leaving Roan in care of my mother and going on our first vacation for two nights to Mohonk Mountain House. It looks pretty fancy for us - we usually go the route of camping, creaky guesthouses in the middle of nowhere, or cheap motels - but this was a scheme concocted by my mom to send us away for a break when Lula was still alive.  Our original dates were between Christmas and New Years but when Lula died a holiday seemed so irrelevant and incomprehensible. 

The last time we even attempted to leave was my birthday last June and we only went to Manhattan for the night.  We weren't ready, though, and our departure was fraught with second thoughts. Lula had a respiratory infection and needed oxygen and we spent a sleepless night in a beautiful room at the Standard.  You simply can't relax if everyone you love isn't safe. 

This time is so different, but of course I hate to say that.  I hate that my life is easier and more relaxed because my baby girl is dead.  But she is safe now and not in pain and not struggling to take a breath.  My other baby will happily be eating beef bourguignon with my mom (I cooked for them so she wouldn't take Roan to the diner for every meal) and having a wonderful time with her. All of this is important because Sam and I have to take the first steps towards enjoying something beyond Roan without always missing Lula in the same moment.  I don't even know if this is possible but I don't want to be afraid to enjoy things.

In preparation for three Roan-free days we spent a glorious day in Prospect Park with Gracie, Cecelia, Jason, Wally and our friend Josh.  It was sunny and we just sat on a blanket and did very little.  Gracie and Wally bounded around and Roan and Sam played a little soccer?- football?- futbol? Then we went and had burgers before taking Roan home for a bath and bed.  It's a simplicity we still haven't adjusted to.


THE RULES OF FIRE by Micaela



What is being said:

1. Don't jump in the fire

2. Don't sit in the fire

3. Respect the fire


What is being thought:

1. I really want to jump in the fire

2. I really want to sit in the fire

3. I am Yoda


RICK SANTORUM'S BABIES by Micaela

NB: I have written this essay in hopes that everyone will pass it on to anyone who has ever said they are worried that the Affordable Care Act (ie Obamacare) will make any of us "pull the plug on Grandma"

I have thought a lot more about Rick Santorum in recent months than I would ever have wanted to, and now I have a few things to say. I agree with almost none of his platforms, but we have a shared experience that has put us in a rarefied camp of extreme parenthood.

Santorum's youngest daughter Bella has a genetic disorder called Trisomy 18. The fact that she is alive is is certainly a miracle, but her survival is also a testament to the abilities of modern medical science. When he speaks about his daughter it is apparent that he adores her and is devoted to her, and that her life has had a transformative effect on him. This is why Santorum's views on healthcare completely baffle me.

Somehow Santorum's concerns about the future of healthcare in America- namely that people with pre-existing conditions and disabilities will be subjected to panels that will determine their value as people and whether they are worthy of medical care- have led him to attack the Affordable Care Act and the concept of a public healthcare system. I am really not sure how on earth he believes that private, financially motivated insurance companies would do a better job of covering the disabled (or any of us for that matter) than the government that we elect to represent us.

Here is my own firsthand experience with health insurance coverage for my disabled daughter, who was born with an as yet undetermined genetic condition. At birth, along with her twin brother Roan, she was supposed to be covered under my private self-paid freelancers insurance. Lula was in the NICU for 16 days and underwent a battery of tests. The insurance company immediately paid up for the birth and hospital stay for Roan, who was healthy, but they rejected Lula's bills for the SAME BIRTH and her subsequent NICU stay. Why? They alluded to some sort of pre-approval snafu but really it was because she was "sickly" as one of the hospital representatives told me on the phone. We battled with them for months as the hospital threatened us with an $80,000 bill. Subsequently, we enrolled the babies in a state sponsored HMO. My private health insurance company, now knowing that Lula had state sponsored insurance, told us to pass off the bills to the state.  The hospital told us to do the same so they could get paid ASAP.

At 4 months old Lula got a feeding tube which required feedings every 3 hours 24 hours a day. Every medical professional told us to get her out of the HMO system and onto "straight" Medicaid, which is federally funded. Why, I asked? Thus far her state sponsored insurance had paid for her hospital care with no issues.  They all warned me: once it adds up to a certain amount the HMO will simply stop paying and we were getting there fast. We lasted about 4 days with the feeding tube before we realized we needed in-home nursing care.  The HMO would not approve the hours we needed so we hired someone out of pocket.  We burned through over $20,000 in three months paying a baby nurse who was not even medically trained.

The first step to getting Lula straight Medicaid was to find a doctor who actually took it.  No doctor at any of the normal pediatric offices took it because there is no requirement that you have to.  Medicaid pays very little to the doctors and the paperwork is ridiculous.  But it was our only option.  We wound up with a nurse practitioner at the Clinic at Bellevue.  And there we found all of them: Rick Santorum's babies.

All of those kids - the ones with Cerebral Palsy, Trisomy 18, Down's Syndrome, Autism, and a menagerie of birth defects and genetic abnormalities. There they sat waiting in an endless line in their $4000 wheelchairs hooked up to ventilators, feeding tubes, oxygen tanks, suction machines.  Some of them had come from home via ambulance and many of them with in-home nurses. And every last one of them was on Medicaid.  I had never seen any of them at the pediatrician's office that my healthy son went to.

Once Lula was on Medicaid we were able to get night nursing covered.  Every new EEG test, every MRI, every hospital stay, every at-home medical device was covered for our gorgeous but deeply sick baby.  One moment she would improve and seem stable, the next day she would be ravaged with pneumonia and we would have to call an ambulance. I stopped working and my husband tried to work as much as possible but as a small business owner he had to work far less than he needed to support us.   My mom, herself a nurse, moved in to help us care for our babies, but without having all of Lula's medical expenses and nursing covered by Medicaid we would have gone bankrupt within months.

At 16 months old Lula was diagnosed with Infantile Spasms, a kind of seizure, and needed an injectible drug called ACTH.  The neurologist asked nervously, "What insurance does she have?" and when I said straight Medicaid he looked relieved. That's because ACTH is running in the neighborhood of $30-40,000 per vial and Lula would likely need 5 or 6 vials. Our private insurance, who was fought us on the NICU stay, can you imagine what they would have done?

In the end Lula's condition worsened significantly.  She contracted RSV and pneumonia.  The doctors tried everything short of a ventilator to keep her alive.  My husband and I made the agonizing decision not to intubate her.  It was the most crushing, heart -breaking decision of our lives but we did it for Lula. Her quality of life was such that further interventions would have simply been forcing her to stay alive for our sakes with considerable pain to her.  We were given all the time and space in the world to make the decision privately and as a family. Lula passed away in my arms.

Santorum loves to pontificate on the value of all human life. A lot of people were offended when he spoke of how Bella's condition means that she can do "nothing but love", a phrase considered demeaning to people with disabilities. I know exactly what he meant, though, because my baby was exactly the same. She couldn't walk or talk, hold her head up or even smile. All of her expressiveness, her astonishing ability to connect, was channeled through her force of love, and with that she redefined for me what a meaningful, valuable life could be. I really can say that I know exactly what he is talking about when he speaks of Bella's presence in his family.

What he never discusses is her daily care (at least not that I could find anywhere- anyone who knows otherwise speak up!) and how it is paid for. The truth is that as far as their financial contributions to this country kids like Lula and Bella are total financial losses. Their value to us is infinite but non-monetary. They will cost heaps of money to be cared for their entire lives and will never pay in to the system.  There is no reason for a for-profit insurance company to cover someone like Bella or Lula. Even someone as wealthy as Rick Santorum would very quickly be in financial straights if he had to pay out of pocket for round the clock nursing care, recurrent ICU stays, and hours and hours of occupational and physical therapy.

I personally have no ideological preference for whether health care should be paid for via private companies or the government as long as it is paid for by someone, but I simply do not see how or why private companies would ever have a market-driven incentive to cover the disabled.  And my experience seems to confirm this. To recap:

Private Insurance : Paid only for healthy twin, rejected sick twin

State HMO: Paid what private insurance wouldn't cover initially, but wouldn't pay for extensive services needed for a medically fragile child

Federal Medicaid: Most comprehensive coverage of all, really the only option we had

I have many, many issues with the Medicaid system. It's cumbersome, sometimes illogical (you can't see two doctors on the same day as an outpatient?!) and sloowwwww (Lula died before she could ever enjoy the special needs chair that she was fit for 6 months prior). The costs of medical care are outrageous and pharmaceutical companies are running the show.  But while we experienced many problems along the way we were never denied coverage.  We were never subjected to death panels or told that our daughter's care was too expensive for what she was worth.  We certainly encountered doctors who failed to see Lula's interminable value to our family, but their lack of imagination was never related to the cost of care. 

I am just as fearful of a system where people make business decisions to judge the value of a person's life.  No one but family, those that love and care for someone who is ill or disabled, should ever be able to decide what is best for them.  I don't really see how we are justified in spending trillions to defend our people from outside invaders while leaving those being attacked from within by disease or their own genetics to fend for themselves.  I am not sure what better definition of freedom there is than the freedom to make our own decisions about healthcare for ourselves and our families.  If we really believe in individual rights we need to back them up for the most powerless in our society by paying for their care because ultimately every single one of them has something incredible to contribute, even if in the most mysterious and circuitous way. I am sure Rick Santorum agrees and if he does he should devote himself to finding a way to pay for every one of those babies that are just like his.  



TOXIC BABY by Micaela

Last night I went to the premiere of my friend Penny's amazing documentary Toxic Baby.

She managed to combine incredibly scientific detail about the toxins we are inadvertently taking in to our bodies (and the bodies of our kids) with her own personal accounts as a mother to create a highly engrossing and thoroughly entertaining film.

Check out the trailer and lots more here:

OSCARS by Micaela

"I would like to thank the Academy..."

"... and my mom and dad for letting me follow my dreams..."

"... although it would be nice if for once they would let me follow my dreams while wearing clothes."

DOGS by Micaela

Meet our newest extended family member: Wally.  Hi Wally!



Wally is Cecelia and Jason's new puppy (a girl).  Sadly, last year, which was collectively the worst year ever for my friends and I, they had to put down their old Dominican Cheese Hound Lupa.  RIP Lupa.  We will miss your smiling face.


Lupa only had one friend in the world and that was Gracie.  It is crucial to all of our sanity and well being that our dogs get along so we had to make sure that Wally and Gracie got to know each other STAT.  So we did what all Brooklynites do to socialize: we had brunch.  Sonya's dog Wizard came along too.

Wally, Wizard, and Gracie (peeking)

Incidentally, I couldn't resist when I took Gracie to the groomers; we got some fashion accessories.  She had been such a raggamuffin for so long I thought she deserved a little fanciness.


WORLD OF COUSINS by Micaela

Note** I was having major formatting issues in this post and I tend to throw things when I get angry so rather than keep trying to fix the problems I will save my laptop the trip across the room and just leave things be. Please ignore the weirdness.

The Walker clan is nothing if not fertile. My first cousins and I, although somewhat spread out in age, have managed to have 10 second cousins in like 7 years.  My mom, Roan, and I went to visit some of them and wound up with 6 kids together in one glorious tornado of giddy chaos.  Amid momentary catastrophes the adults managed to catch up in thirty second increments.

Somethings brewing...
Oh dear, someone's not pleased with this scenario
All is forgiven!
Dressed up and ready to go
Making noise
Sunday we went to the Please Touch Museum.  I had the same reaction to it that I have when I go to a Home Depot or Trader Joe's in the suburbs; why is the Brooklyn version of all such family centered places so much smaller, dirtier, less staffed, and more crowded?  The Brooklyn Children's Museum is like playing in an abandoned Happy Meal box compared to the Please Touch Museum.  There are 2.5 million people in Brooklyn!  Where's the love??

Part of the massive Alice in Wonderland exhibit

I digress. We had a fantastic time at the Museum.  There are two massive floors of activities and nothing is off limits for the kids.  But leave it to Roan to somehow stray into forbidden territory.  He kept trying to get in to the corporate offices.

Escapee from the River Adventures area with his cape
Roan and Dylan.  They look so much alike!
Supermarket Sweep

Lunchtime madness
There was a classic old carousel in the atrium and we managed to get all the kids on at once.









This was Roan's first time on a carousel and he was super antsy while we waited for the ride to start so I was sure he would dig it once we started moving.  Unfortunately, Roan may not be quite the daredevil we anticipated.
 



The kids tapped out after about 4 hours so we headed back.  BTW, Roan and Declan held hands almost the whole way there and back.  It was so achingly sweet I could hardly stand it.  I thought about the fact that he used to sit next to Lula in the car and wondered if he remembered that somehow.


The other big task of the day was haircuts. A couple of weeks ago I posted here about my reluctance to cut Roan's hair and my cousin Lori, who happens to be a fantastic hairstylist, texted me and said she would give him a little trim if I wanted.  This was actually a perfect solution.  First of all, who better than family to give him his first cut? Second, her son Dylan has exactly the same hair and she is just as reluctant to chop off his curls so I knew she wouldn't go overboard. We set up Elmo on the iPad for maximum distraction.



Declan got his first haircut too!

 

Today we were back in our quiet, one-kid Brooklyn apartment and I realized how much harder I have to work to entertain Roan without his entourage.  Me folding laundry with NPR on in the background is hopelessly dull compared to second cousins so we will have to go back again very soon.





TRAVELLIN LIGHT by Micaela

Roan, my mom, and I are going to visit our cousins in Pennsylvania tomorrow for a long weekend. A few things:

1. According to Google Maps is should take us approximately 2 hours to get there.  However, something happens when Walker women try to travel wherein time is sucked into a vortex (a vortex that resides in rest stops with bathrooms and WaWa's). Last time my mother, sister, and I drove there it took us over 4 hours.

2. Although we have had the driest winter in history, tomorrow of course it is going to snow and rain.  Oh, the irony of mother nature!

3. I have always prided myself on being a more judicious packer than my mother, who is in the running with Joan Collins as Luggage Queen.  However, the game is over now that I am packing for two.  This is the first time I have ever had to pack for Roan (Sam and I had mastered packing for Lula's many hospital stays.  NB: When packing to stay in a hospital never assume they will have anything you need. This includes toiletries, blankets, food, or medication) We are going 100 miles for 2 nights and despite my very best editing efforts we are bringing this:


This doesn't include the stroller. I am a bit horrified.

METHOD MAN by Micaela

A few months back the grandmas jumped the gun and bought Roan a scooter.  We hid it in the basement but lately he's been nicking other kids scooters in the park so out it came.

He's really eager to give it a spin but so far all he's managed is this:


And this:


He's not quite ready, but he's certainly consistent. Videos by Sam.


TIME IS SLOW by Micaela

...and still not so easy.  It's been two months and I miss my baby girl. I still take out her clothes from the top drawer where I haven't moved them from and fold and re-fold them.  I can still smell her on some of her stuffed animals but none of them are as soft as she was.  I miss the weight of her, the feel of kissing her delicious cheeks as her chubby fingers curled around my thumb.  It is and will always be an irreplaceable sensation. 

LOCKS OF LOVE by Micaela

We haven't yet cut Roan's hair and it's getting a little out of control. He has these delicious curls that I fear are baby curls and won't grow back.  I am afraid that we will cross some milestone from babyhood to kidness that I am not ready for.  Given that I myself didn't cut my hair until I was 12, I am perhaps not the best at letting go of tresses.  But I am also afraid that the longer I wait the harder I am making it on myself.

A serious nest


Can you tell me what's going on here?  It's like a riptide in the ocean


Look at those little ringlets!
Then again, all this worrying may be for naught.  Check out the paterfamilias:

Sam circa age 5 or 6.  This is where we may be headed.

BURNS by Micaela

Burns Night was last Saturday and it was epic.  There was poetry, a parade of the haggis, tartan up the wazoo and endless bottles of whiskey.  There was house cured smoked salmon, Cullen skink made with Lula spice, heaps of neeps and tatties and piles of Walkers crisps.  There was a Toast to the Lassies in the form of a power point presentation and the Toast to the Lads as an illustrated book. We sang Auld Lang Syne around a bonfire.  There was a toast to Lula.

The dinner started at 3pm and went, I am told, to 4am although Sam and I didn't make it that long. We aren't used to such extended revelry any more.  It wasn't even midnight when I called for a cab and it took us all of Sunday to repair ourselves.

Tartan Boys (Roan stayed with Grandma for the evening)

Cullen Skink with booklets of the readings etc beautifully made by Aggie

Sam reciting the Address to the Haggis

No dinner is complete without a Power Point presentation

Eight bottles of whiskey for 20 people isn't too bad is it? Photo Courtesy of Forest Ray

The Address to a Haggis really needs to be recited with a full Scottish brogue as it's written as such (excerpt):
But mark the Rustic, haggis fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.

When read properly it's nearly impossible for any non Scots to understand.  To whit, my friend and fellow Burns Nighter Katharine sent me this :









DONKEY by Micaela

Among his menagerie of stuffed animals Roan definitely plays favorites.  No matter which creature - the sheep, the duck, the panda- for some reason they are all called Panda.  Except the donkey, who is called Donkey.