My graduation with Mum, Andy, Matty and Sam.
|Me age 15 with Dad and Brother, Jeff|
My brother and I often quarrelled when growing up – we are both very different personalities. As we’ve got older and had our own children I think we have become closer than we once were. I enjoyed going to school and loved reading books and learning from an early age – something that I still enjoy now!
M. What type of work did you go into when you left school?
M. Tell us about your husband and how you met him?
Eight years after meeting we got married – it was an amazingly perfect day for us.
We’ve been married now for 16 years. Andy is a great husband and wonderful dad.
He’s worked for the same chemical company since he was 17. He started out making the tea and coffee and painting floors and is now a senior manager who knows the business inside and out. He also achieved his degree via day release. Andy is the rock that keeps me grounded and focused when I start to get carried away with ideas or suggestions. He still makes me laugh after all this time together. Having a child with a learning disability has brought us closer together and Andy is a brilliant Dad.
|Matty and Sam|
We have two boys: Matty is 13 and has Down syndrome. He is every inch the teenager – mood swings, interested in girls, his appearance, socializing and playing video games!
I had a horrendous pregnancy with Matty – I got pregnant aged 28 without really trying and was in shock and denial at first but this was overshadowed by extremely bad morning sickness which lasted 24 hours a day 7 days a week for the whole pregnancy. I felt so ill. At 33 weeks I was huge and was feeling more and more unwell, and developed symptoms of pre-eclampsia so was admitted to hospital. They carried out a whole range of blood tests and monitoring but couldn’t find what was wrong with me. When they scanned the baby they discovered that he had real problems and it was him who was making me ill. His body was producing excess fluid and it had collected in his lung cavity. I will never forgot the Dr’s face and look of horror as he saw Matty’s lungs floating in the fluid like soggy tissues. There was no way his lungs could survive outside my body.
But in his favour, at 33 weeks he was fully developed and a good size (Matty weighed 7lbs 10oz at birth), his heart showed no typical medical problems typically found in babies with Downs Syndrome and he had no bowel or stomach problems. They carried out inutero surgery to drain out the excess amniotic fluid to try and stop me going into labour and to take the pressure off my kidneys. But the next day when they scanned and measured me the fluid was back and Matty was fighting to stay alive under the pressure of the fluid. I was lucky that I had a fantastic consultant who had recently returned from London where he had experienced a new technique of operating on baby in utero to place shunts into baby. So to save Matty’s life and give him the best chance of survival myself and Matty went through surgery and the consultant put in tiny shunts to drain out the excess fluid out of Matty’s lung cavity. The surgery was successful on the day but when scanned the following day the fluid had returned and a decision had to be made on what to do for the best. At that point we still did not know that Matty had Downs Syndrome. Finally the results of all the blood tests came through – we taken to a family room in a quiet area of the maternity unit and 2 consultants and a senior midwife broke the news, not only that he had Downs Syndrome but that he was producing the excess fluid as a direct result. They gave less than 20% chance of survival at birth but said that they would do everything in their power to deliver him alive and then operate to put drains into his lungs straightway and put him onto a ventilator in an incubator and transfer him to the special care baby unit intensive care room.
It’s strange how your brain shuts down when you receive shocking news – I will always remember staring at the clock just behind the doctor’s head as she spoke. A run of the mill NHS silver clock that ticked by quietly measuring life coming and going. The time was 1.33pm and it was a hot July afternoon – I became aware of the tree outside, its reflection dancing across the wall and the clock face. A bus stopped outside the maternity unit across the road and again I saw its distorted broken reflection in the clock face and wished I was on that bus – going far away from the nightmare. My life felt as broken and distorted as that reflection and I stared back at the doctor not knowing what to say to her. The only sound was the soft ticking of that wall clock to remind me that my life had changed forever.
It was like being hit by a train – everything in life we had taken for granted was suddenly snatched away. A date was made for surgery – 2 days later in order to prepare the teams of doctors, nurses and midwives it was going to take to help him. I was discharged home for the weekend to help me come to terms with the news that had rocked our world - and the uncertainty of the path ahead. Andy was with me throughout and our families were as shell shocked as we were but gave us amazing support and strength. So the obstetrician drained out as much of Matty's lung cavity fluid as he could, and the surgeon then delivered my baby via C section (As Matty had shunts coming out of his sides a normal delivery was too risky and would mean death for him). As soon as he was delivered the paediatric team took over, operating on him behind a screen in the same operating theatre. They got him breathing, inserted the drains to start pumping the fluid out of his little body and put him on a ventilator. Once stable they brought the incubator round to show me and Andy our new son. He was so puffed up with fluid that any features were difficult to see but he had a beautiful mop of dark hair and the sweetest little mouth.
I had real difficulty in being a new mum. I felt like a failure - to my husband, to my family and my baby. I felt numb inside – no one to talk to, even when surrounded by well-meaning family and friends, I felt so alone and traumatised. There was this baby lying in an incubator downstairs and nothing I could do would actually help him live; he was only alive thanks to the machines breathing for him and the 1:1 nursing care he received.
I felt no overflowing immediate love in that operating theatre and I didn’t know why. The flood gates opened and they took me to their hearts, talking to me honestly and reassuring me it was OK to feel the way I was. They were brilliant in just saying “You’re not a failure, its ok to feel this way and no-one can predict when things go wrong but it’s happened and you have a son who needs you right now”. They were the tough love and care I desperately needed to start making sense of the situation.
I was given amazing support by the midwives and nurses in SCBU to help bond with Matty. As a mother who had gone through a trauma they helped immensely and really saved my sanity.
They also involved Andy and both sets of grandparents, which means so much when the normal ways of caring for a new baby are not always possible. We would be there to provide comforting words and touch after painful procedures had been done. We'd watch our little baby's heart rate decrease on the monitor; our little boy knew he was loved and we were there beside him.
By 12 weeks old Matty was ready to be allowed home with oxygen support and he made amazing progress – we had great support from hospital and oxygen support nurses.
Its quite frightening taking full responsibility of your baby after so much medical intervention but they really helped us. By the time Matty was 9 months old he was off the oxygen cannula’s completely and his sat’s were 99% - given when he was born his sat’s averaged around 68-78% he was amazing!
|Matty 18 weeks|
Having a diagnosis at birth almost made things ‘easier’ – maybe that’s not the right word but having a diagnosis at birth means that the required professionals are there straight away – Matty had physiotherapy, occupational therapy, speech therapy, portage and lots of exposure to social situations from an early age. We were also signposted to our local Toy and Resource Library at which the mum’s of other babies and children with Downs Syndrome met each week. It was the lifeline I so desperately needed – other mum’s who understood what the endless round of challenges that Matty faced because their children had similar. The low muscle tone, poor cognitive abilities, difficulties in eating/drinking and bowel managing. Matty struggled with his stomach and bowels – frequently vomiting after feeds, slow drinking and feeding coupled with bowels that moved very fast giving terrible trapped wind. Plus the continual round of hospital visits and health assessments.
The contacts I made at this time really helped initially but after a while I realized that just because we had a common denominator of children with the same disability it did not automatically mean that all parents would get on with each other or that even wanted to meet other parents. That was a hard lesson for me to learn.
I made a few close friends and made my own small support group of mothers of special needs children. Matty rarely slept – it was exhausting, lack of sleep and a baby that needed continual feeding then changing, physiotherapy and medications took its toll on me and Andy. I developed severe post natal depression and Andy developed severe depression. We were helped by family and professionals and gradually recovered.
|Matty looking after his little brother|
I am so proud of him because so much is a struggle. The world can be a strange place for him so I’ve become an proficient in sensory processing disorders – something I’m always keen to learn more about and utilise with my patients.
From an early age Sam had to go to Matty’s hospital appointments, activities and parties. Matty never seemed any different to Sam. When he was old enough to ask questions about Matty’s behaviours, different speech and looks we answered them all as best we could and Sam has grown up with a mature and caring personality and he loves to help people. Matty is also very caring and loves helping people and both love being in their local scout group.
Their Dad always missed giving back to his local community after scouts had given him so much when he was younger so he joined the scout group where we live to help support Matty. It’s been the best thing for my boys and their Dad.
Matty and Sam get so much from scouts. I love watching them learn new skills and build strong friendships, as well as being part of the local community, scouts also gives them regional, national and international identity.
During Bear Grylls' round the country flying visit to Liverpool in 2013 our scout group attended and Matty got to have a dance to Gangnam Style on the same stage that night in front of 1000’s of people! Matty idolizes Bear Grylls as Chief Scout so that made Matty's year
M. You’ve had a lot of family support, haven’t you?
I returned to work when Matty was 6 months old and he went to a local day nursery for half days. My retired parents cared for him in the afternoon’s – often doing his physio, speech therapy, portage exercises and taking him out to experience the big world. It did Matty the world of good and gave him the best start ever. He continued to make great progress, and eventually attended our local mainstream primary school with 1:1 support. It was a struggle and hard work for Matty, the school and us as parents. He did really well but by the end of year 5 we knew that the gap between Matty and his peers was too wide to bridge and we chose a local specialist sports secondary school for him. He was accepted for the school – they had never had a child with Downs Syndrome before and he still remains the only child with DS at the school. Some other children in my area attend mainstream secondary school whilst others attend the other specialist schools in the area. We chose the school based upon Matty being an independent young man, holding his own in a classroom environment and being able to form his own friendships within peer groups. It’s been a challenge and initially Matty started the school with some very challenging behaviour, but we worked with the teachers to promote positive interventions. Today, he is really settled at school, and is in the process of choosing his options. He’s hoping to take some GCSE’s and entry level qualifications!
When asked to write his hopes and dreams for his life he wrote the following: "To have a job – in a pub so I can drink beer with my dad, I want to learn to drive so I can drive my own car. To have a girlfriend, to get married and to have my own house and my own TV."
M. I bet when you looked into Matty's face when he was born you never imagined you'd become a learning disability nurse.
At present I am a staff nurse but I want to go further and higher in order to make bigger changes in people’s lives. Matty is now at secondary school and since 2011 I have served as a parent governor at his specialist school which I really enjoy. It allows me to hopefully influence the long term education of pupils with autism, mild to moderate learning difficulties and disabilities.
Am I right in thinking you also gave a presentation at one of the annual events?
|Debra Moore, Helen Laverty and Ruth Northway|
|Me with friend and colleague Graham Burrell|
M. Do you find your present job fulfilling?
I graduated in March 2012 and have been in employment with the NHS ever since. I work in a respite unit for adults with profound and multiple intellectual disabilities and/or challenging behaviours, Autism, sensory impairments. I love working in respite. We also have to cross cover another ward in the trust. The other ward is an assessment and treatment inpatient ward so has very different patients to those who access respite. Both jobs are very challenging for very different reasons and at times overwhelming but I'm lucky to work with great staff teams. Since qualifying I have also gained my infection prevention and control degree module at Uni & am soon to be starting my mentorship module back at Chester University.
ONWARDS AND UPWARDS
M. Sandy, thank you so much for sharing your amazing story. I'm sure it will inspire all who read it....