A long post in which I don't discuss mucus but talk about Izzy and growth attenuation
“She is in the 90th percentile!” – the nurse exclaimed excitedly as she has recorded Izzy’s height on the chart. My tiny little Bean who hardly made it onto the chart when she was born has grown into a String Bean.
“Oh that’s great.” – I blithely told the nurse with an affirmative head nod. Then after she left and it was just the Bean and I in the small examining room, I silently shook my head. “I’m so screwed” – I murmured to myself. “I have a 3-foot tall giant baby who still can’t sit up.”
Not that I haven’t noticed that Izzy has grown out of her stroller and has grown into the size of a small ball python. I’m barely 5”2 when I stand straight in my thick winter socks, and even with the leftover baby weight I only weigh around 109 pounds, on my fat days. I find the best-fitting clothes in the junior department and I regularly use “adaptive tools” to reach the items on my kitchen shelves. I’m bordering on child-sized, but space-efficient is the term I prefer. Izzy, on the other hand is built like her Dad: she is tall and lean with very long arms and legs. Phil was practicing weight bearing and standing with her the other day and I was astonished when I saw her in a vertical position: she would be a head taller than her peers, if she was able to stand.
Due to Izzy’s height and weight, it is increasingly more difficult for me to pick her up, to carry her, to put her in her stroller and to give her a bath. Not to mention suctioning her nose, which is reminiscent of wrestling with an octopus. Since Izzy has the height and weight of a two year old but not the body control, it is a challenge to maneuver her. When you pick up typical children who are my daughter’s size, you don’t have to scoop them up from a lying position, as they are able to sit and stand. They also cooperate by lifting their arms and holding on to you, which makes a significant difference. I can’t just casually hold Izzy in one arm, I have to give her extra support and be prepared for a sudden drop seizure that could leave her injured. Of course it could also leave me injured, depending on the colliding body parts.
Izzy’s potential tallness makes me slightly nervous, because of its future implications concerning her care. There is no guarantee that she will ever walk, but even if she does, lifting, maneuvering and taking care of a body that is larger than your own is strenuous work and comes with special challenges. Since I always keep one eye on the future and my middle name is prudence, I’ve been working out with some serious weights to build up more upper body strength. I do have some nicely toned arms and shoulders as a result, but really, who am I kidding, I’m still the size of a 12 year old boy.
When I was reflecting upon my feelings concerning Izzy’s growing body, Ashley X came to my mind. Ashley, or the “Pillow Angel” as her parents affectionately refer to her, is a severely disabled Seattle girl whose growth was attenuated in order to keep her child-sized and thus more manageable. Ashley received high doses of hormones to stunt her growth and went through several surgeries to have her breast buds, uterus and appendix removed. Her parents stated on several occasions that the purpose of the treatment was to ensure the best quality of life for Ashley and not to make life easier for the caregiver.
I understand the concerns and fears that drove Ashley’s parents to make such drastic decisions about their daughter’s body, but while I can relate to their feelings, I cannot imagine making the same decision for my daughter. In fact, it makes me shiver just to think about it.
Even though Izzy’s potential tallness makes me slightly nervous, it also fills me with pride and joy to see her budding beauty. When I look at her long lean body, her peaches and cream complexion, and her bright blue eyes, I see Phil’s reflection in her features. Her appearance reminds me that she is a part of Phil and a part of me, but I’m also aware that she is her own self. She belongs to me but I don’t own her. I will probably make decisions for her as long as I’m alive, but my decisions will always honor her and her rights to her own body.
I repudiate growth attenuation at an intellectual level, because it violates very basic human rights, but my aversion goes deeper and it feels wrong at a visceral level. I will never put my daughter through growth attenuation, just like I won’t pull her teeth out, even though she doesn’t use them being completely tube-fed. I will never have her uterus removed, just like I won’t have her legs amputated, even if she doesn’t learn to walk. I will not have her breast removed, just like I won’t cut her lovely curls off, even if my life would be easier if she had a crew cut. And that’s just it. I don’t see how growth attenuation would benefit her, as it wouldn’t help with the mucus, the seizures, or her motor skills.
I don’t believe that preventing the sexual maturation of severely disabled girls directly improves the quality of their lives. Rather, it eases the psychological discomfort of people who perceive secondary sexual characteristics incongruous with a limited physical and mental condition. I wonder if this psychological discomfort also played a role in the decisions of Ashley’s parents. Perhaps they embraced the role of the parents of a severely disabled child, but they didn’t want to become the parents of a disabled adult. Pillow Angels don’t have breasts or menstrual cycles. It is not easy to wrap your mind around your child’s disability, but I personally rather transform my own thinking and perception than alter my daughter’s body.
A little six year old girl had her uterus, breast buds and appendix surgically removed. She was then treated with high dose estrogen hormones to stop her from growing. This appalling "treatment" was instigated by the parents, supported by some physicians, illegally performed by the hospital, and is now being pushed as a "treatment option" for severely disabled children...mostly girls. This is perceived as a "solution" for the "problems" of the severely disabled. What it is, is a gross violation of their human rights.
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