Vulnerable

After posting my blog link for the first time publicly on Facebook. All the sudden I feel nervous to write. I feel like so many people are seeing my real life and real thoughts for the first time. Before, my readers consisted of my mom and sister in law. People who I was already more honest and open with. The blog was really just about me venting, not about wanting the masses to see it.
It's a scary thing to be vulnerable. To share some of those deep dark thoughts with the world. In some sense it's easier to type those feelings rather than say them aloud. There was something that kept me from sharing for the past year. Perhaps because I had so much uncertainty in my own thoughts, I wasn't ready for others to put in their opinions before I had my own. There were the voices telling me, people wouldn't want to know, or that they would simply think I was lying. A lot of it could sound unbelievable or like I'm trying to make it sound worse than it is. Though, I honestly try to keep a good balance of positives and negatives in my writing. I don't want, and never wanted it to be all dark because there truly are some wonderful things that happen. There always is, if you look for them. But I needed a place to let out the negative stuff too. Just using my husband wasn't enough.
Motherhood normally brings such a sense of community. When moms get together it's basically story time. They share of the tantrums, the laughter, the hugs, the new words, the first steps, oh so many firsts. All the things I longed for when I wanted to become a mom. Sadly, in my world I don't have that. Thus haven't found that type of community. Sure, I can relate on just being a mom. But not on too much else. And other moms can't connect with me because of our unique situation. Some people are scared to. I see it. Kids are always the ones who ask questions about Layla. The parents are the ones to sush them, say nothing and awkwardly change the subject or walk away. Oh how much worse that is than saying the wrong thing. The more involved we get with Canuck Place and the development centre I know we will find more of that connection. And who knows, perhaps through this blog I will make connections that otherwise wouldn't be possible.
After making my blog public, I was so surprised at the responses. Multiple private messages and texts thanking me for sharing and encouraging me in my writing. It's amazing how freeing I felt. No need to hide the truth. Different is beautiful and interesting. If I didn't have Layla I fell like I would be curious about a mom going through what I am. Maybe now people will be less awkward about asking questions because with so much information available they will alerady get an idea of what my girl is like and see that I am ready to be open. 
The last couple weeks have been very positive. Things are starting to go our way. Doors are opening. Other people are starting to fight for Layla. Not just me. I have felt for so long the pressures of being a mother, an advocate, a caretaker, a nurse.. all alone. Yes, Aaron is super involved and helpful. But there is a whole different level for me being 24/7 with Layla.. and I just happen to be better at research for programs, doctors, fundings etc. 
I got a call from physio that she think there is a child's power wheelchair at red cross in Vancouver. She is emailing, calling and trying her hardest to get that chair. Fingers crossed we can get our hands on it as a loaner. Then we would just get the engineer to come out and customize. It would be pretty easy to get that funding because of it being from red cross (I hope). But then of course if we get the chair will be need a ramp for our house and eventually a wheelchair van. Aaron can put together a makeshift ramp for the first bit I'm sure. And the van we will likely apply to different programs and variety clubs. Besides at the beginning it's not going to be too important to transport the chair around. She will start by wrecking all the walls in our house and the basketball court down the street.  
We are currently putting together an application for a one time grant that would go specifically towards respite. Yesterday, the infant development coordinator from the development centre came with us to Layla's every three week check up with her pediatrician. It was so amazing to watch her pick the doctors brain on where we might be able to access funding for respite, and talk so positively about us and Layla. She is truly an amazing advocate for us and I'm so thankful that we will stay connected with her as we continue to live in BC. That doctor is coming up with a letter to put in with our applications and I do believe we will get some funds. Hopefully enough to get us through until the government respite kicks in. 
By tomorrow our application should be complete for the undiagnosed disease program. Then we will have to wait 6-8 weeks to find out if Layla is accepted.. And I pray we do. If there is any hope for a diagnosis or possibly any sort of treatment, it's there. We've been watching youtube videos about the program the last few days. I will post a link of a ted talk from the doctor who heads up this program for anyone that may be interested. 

More deep breaths and positive thoughts are coming out of me than I've had in a long time and it feels good. Fighting through the fog to get to that sunshine. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMMBmc_pQVA

This is the happy face of a girl who slept for 6 hours straight! Nevermind that it was 4am when she woke up.