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  • Zoo Babies and a Happy Sunday

    February 19th, 2017

    Wow! I just realize it’s 9:30 AM already! I wonder what time I woke up? Must have been close to 9:00. When I walk into Jack and Fiona’s room, they are in the process of ripping all the pages out of one of their new Richard Scarry picture books. Fiona holds a wrinkled page in her hand, first she tells me it’s an airplane, then she re-configures it into an ice cream cone; is this divergent thinking? I don’t want to quell this creativity in any way, but I don’t want to condone destroying books. I just left them at the kitchen table with two boxes of cereal, knowing I will have a mess to clean, but also knowing it buys me some time to write. It’s a rainy, gloomy, Sunday morning.  Yesterday, I took Jack and Fiona to the San Francisco Zoo.  It was a cold, windy, day, but dry. I need to buy a sweater and hat at the Zoo store, its freezing! We see Giraffes, Ostriches, Zebras, Gorillas, Rhinoceros, Hippopotamus, Penguins, Tigers, Snakes, Lizards, parrots, an Eagle with a broken wing, Goats, Chickens, a horse, a donkey, beetles, spiders, ants, mice, and, of course we visit the Zoo Playground. Jack loves this place, it really is the most amazing playground, with slides and swings and climbing structures. I dressed Jack and Fiona in the brightest outfits ever, it makes it a lot easier to keep track of them, especially Jack. Fiona stays close to me. I was right in front of her after she had gone down a big slide, I call her name, “Fiona!”, she looks all around, “Fiona!” I call. There are many kids all around her. She looks in all directions except mine. It’s hard for her to know what direction my voice is coming from with her hearing aids on; it must be kind of disorienting. I walk closer and finally get her eye contact. Jack knows where I am at all times, he can hear my voice through hordes of laughing, yelling, screaming kids.

    On our way home, we stop at the Panda Room and the babies get haircuts, then we meet Alan for dinner. We had a great day, I am calm at the restaurant, especially after a cocktail. I order a second one, but decide to not drink it, I have to drive home and for some reason the first cocktail is hitting me already. I ask the babies what kind of gelato they want, they choose coffee almond flavor, Alan asks if I’m sure I want to give them that kind at night, I say yes because they are so tired it shouldn’t affect their sleep. I eat spumoni, it’s flattened and triangle shaped with dark cherries and chocolate chips imbedded in it, it’s one of the best things I’ve ever tasted. Jack doesn’t eat much of his coffee almond gelato, I take some of that too. It’s also totally amazing! Fiona eats her whole bowl of gelato, she LOVES it! On the drive home the babies play with their new souvenirs from the zoo; these light sticks, Jacks a Giraffe, Fiona’s a penguin. They have a light saver and a disco ball, inside my car lights are flashing as we drive down the dark freeway, Jack and Fiona have a great time. When I go to put the babies in their beds I find my bottle of agave syrup, a spoon, and a sticky sheet and comforter! Jack! No wonder he was all sticky earlier. I had to give him a bath before the zoo.

    I have the house to myself now for a short period, it’s 12:56pm Sunday afternoon. I need to clean this house before the babies and Alan get home; I had a hard time finding a clean spot to put my computer. Everything is a science experiment to Jack and Fiona, it’s a constant mess I can only keep up with for a few days until I just let the whole thing go. But it pleases me and I don’t want to mess up their creative, free spirits for cleanliness sake.  I like the quiet, the raindrops on the house. Starting to wash dishes and vacuum floors will destroy my few minutes of quiet solitude, something I have been missing the past few weeks. I don’t feel resentful or mad or depressed; I feel I’ve been doing important things, interesting things, learning new things and building a new community. Throwing out a larger net into my families expanding world. Dressing Fiona this morning, meaning assisting only when asked, I was struck by her individuality. Her short haircut makes her look bold and fun. I felt a little guilty, wondering if I should try to make her look more conformist. Let her hair grow, make her wear “Normal” outfits. I worry kids may tease her for being different. Jacks a stinky, dirty, boy! He’ll fit in where ever he goes. He can be shy at first, he’s also sensitive, kind, and gentle. I love my children.  It was a good decision to keep trying and trying to have kids; even if it almost drove me totally crazy and depressed. I feel like we are meant to be together.

    Oh my god, I look around at the house, it is such a mess. I don’t want to change this quiet. It’s so lovely right now. But I will turn on some music and bust this out before the family gets home! Happy Sunday.

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  • Transitions and Total Communication

    February 17th, 2017

    Peppa Pig on the T.V., Jack and Fiona watch with earnest while they eat their breakfast. I sip on my second cup of coffee; too sweet, a bit cold. Rain drops splatter on the window panes, another rainy February day. Billy lays at my feet with her messed up leg that didn’t heal in the two weeks it was splinted. The vet says I need to go to an orthopedic veterinarian now, five hundred dollars later. I don’t think so, how much would that cost? I think Billy will heal in time, and she’s learning to get around on three legs.  It’s one of those situations, I find myself questioning my decision about not going further to get it fixed right, is that cruel? But then the trauma of going to another vet and being put under and possibly having a surgery and a cast for who knows how long. Poor Dog. I miss her so much, our hikes. I can’t wait until she’s better.

    Today is my day off, babies at the indoor park, called “The Pavilion”. All I want to do is chill out and work in my studio, but that’s not in the cards today. Today I need to work on Fiona’s IEP; meaning read it, understand it, tweak it a bit, as well as fill out paperwork for the San Rafael Public School System. It’s stressful and exciting and emotional. Jack and Fiona are turning three years old! Going through this transition process, my time ending at Early Start; a second home to us for the past three years. Early Start has been my support system, my early childhood development learning center, my therapy, my community. The teachers at Early Start are my family, the other moms and kids in the program, I wouldn’t have made it without them. I feel so fortunate to have this support, it has been so important to Fiona’s development. This is a public program our taxes help pay for, it’s one of those programs that if Betsy Devos had her way, she’d probably cut it, (That’s just my guess, and my fear.)

    This week, as I was visiting preschools, and doing my research about deafness, hearing loss, and learning environments I started imagining Jack and Fiona out in the world, alone without me or the teachers from Early Start for the first time. I had to envision Fiona in a preschool program with twelve other kids, and Jack too. But Jack can hear and he is an outgoing, rambunctious boy. I’m sure he will have a bit of separation anxiety, and a bit of fear probably being in such a different type of learning environment, one for typically developed kids, but he’ll be fine. When I envisioned Fiona in that situation I was saddened. I realized right away she would be missing so much. I talked to one of the preschool directors, I asked her, “Will the teachers know her hearing aid batteries are dead? Will they make sure she understands what is being said? Will they do any direct teaching?” The director said, “No, we teach to the group, we don’t do any individual teaching. Fiona would need a shadow teacher to get the best of both worlds, being around typically developed hearing peers and learning what her peers are learning”. I’ve been told since; the director isn’t allowed to say this to me, it’s discrimination, but I appreciated her honesty.

    This morning I was sitting with Fiona and Jack listening to Peter, Paul, and Mary, “It’s Raining”. Fiona was sitting in front of me, Jack to my side. I realized the lyrics were available, so I started singing, Fiona turned her head and looked at me intensely as I sang. She could have easily kept looking at the lyrics on the phone or just listened to me, I was directly behind her, but she looked me in the eyes, focusing on my mouth and the way the words came out. She had her hearing aids on, but she still wanted face to face contact. In the IEP Fiona’s goals are heavily focused on auditory/oral only. For example, the speaker talking to Fiona with their mouth covered so she must focus on the sound of the words only with no visual cues. Doing this type of exercise in a loud in environment or in a group. Limiting her visual cues. There is no talk of “Total Communication” in Fiona’s IEP, (yet!) because I was told there is no need because that is how the class she is entering is taught anyhow. I want to add goals that must do with Total Communication because that it how Fiona communicates. That is definitely her preferred                method of having a conversation with someone, learning a story, singing songs. Fiona thrives using a mixture of sign, visual aids, sound, everything. I totally understand wanting a hearing-impaired child to develop their oral listening skills by any means necessary, using hearing aids, getting cochlear implants, if applicable, because we live in a hearing world. There is little education taught to the general public about communicating with deaf and hard of hearing people, sign language is not encouraged, in fact I find that sign language is discouraged more than encouraged. Why wouldn’t people be encouraged to learn sign? Hearing and hearing impaired? It’s a curious one. People are always talking about all the new technology that will be available, “Making people hear again”. I know we can never know the future and speculating isn’t the best thing to do, but I often think about Fiona’s future, I wonder things like “what if she decided she doesn’t want to wear hearing aids all the time?” Or “What if her hearing gets worse over time and her hearing aids don’t work anymore and she chooses not to get implants?”.  For these possibilities alone I feel it is in our best interest to focus on total communication now and forever.

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  • FIONA’S Rights!

    February 13th, 2017

    Last night I see the moon, it’s big and bright. Beautiful. I have put the babies to bed and finished cleaning up. I’m relaxing on the couch, reading and writing in my journal. Now I am sitting at my desk writing. It’s been two days since I wrote the first sentence. Since then I’ve been in a world wind of politics and the rights of children who are deaf and hard of hearing. I’ve gone through and am going through so many emotions. Fiona has the right to learn and use sign language regardless of what the standardized tests say. See how that just jumped right out there. I am so mad, I just want to rebel against standardization! Nothings even happened yet except some conversations with representatives of the San Rafael School District and I’ve visited both public programs. I’ve had the recommendation to mainstream Fiona and to only do oral and no sign. This upsets me; when Fiona was born,  and we found out she had a moderate hearing loss we were  presented with a packet of information about deafness in children. (I will refer to people with any degree of hearing loss as deaf, that is what I’ve noticed in many of the books I’ve read) Anyhow in this group of information I was presented, the first question to answer is, “What mode of communication is best for your family?” I answer “Total Communication” right off the bat. That is using sign, speech, visual, the right environment, amplification, everything. I had to convince Alan though, he thought she was fine, that she could hear well enough, that she could rely on the hearing aids and didn’t need to learn sign. It took a long time for me to convince him it was important for our family to become fluent in sign. But today he gets it. I feel like the school district downplaying Fiona’s need to learn sign, both SEE and ASL, is stripping her of part of her identity. She’s also being put in a hearing world and expected to perform like a hearing child, at three years old. To deny her of a program that is designed for children exactly like her, her best chance at success going forward in the Public-School System, seems unjust. I am in the heart of politics, real life politics. I feel ashamed, I never read the Deaf and Hard of Hearing Bill of Rights until this weekend.  And if they are trying to cut costs that’s really not fair, we pay over $14,000 in taxes to the San Rafael School district, we have paid over $80,000 in taxes in our lives together before we had any kids in the system. They’ve gotten enough money from us to send Fiona to an appropriate preschool for two years. I get it now. I understand what we’re fighting for.

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