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Three cheers for Pwdin’s Ladies

The first time Aunty M came to take my little Pwdin for a three hour respite session I blubbed like a baby. Hubby and I had met Aunty M and were thoroughly confident she could cope with whatever the Pwd could throw at her and we both agreed, “What a lovely lady.” Aunty M brought my boy home to me safe and sound and exhausted. The second time she took him out, I waved them off with a smile, happy that Pwd would be having great fun and that I could take care of a few things that were just impossible to get done with him around (Like hassling estate agents – were we house hunting at the time).

The little Pwdin grew fast (he keeps doing that)  and it became clear that the not so little Pwdin was a bit too much for one woman. He needed two to one care and we were granted an additional three hour session on top of his existing one. In fact, apart from their Sunday morning buggy (stroller) ride to see the ducks in the nearby park,  it’s rare that either hubby or I take our speedy escapologist out alone. Sadly, Aunty M couldn’t co-ordinate with any available childminders so Aunty D,  Aunty P (one session) and Aunty S (the other session) were assigned the Pwd. The boy was well known to Aunty D who had covered Aunty M’s holidays. She was very excited to find out that the boy would now be her’s to care for on a regular basis.

Of all the professionals we have dealt with in relation to our precious child, these ladies have been the most valuable. Make no mistake, they are professionals. Just because they are warm and always ready to reassure a blubbing mammy, are quick to share a joke or a good old fashioned moan on Facebook doesn’t mean they are anything but professional. I’ve lost count of the times I have called on the experience of one of Pwd’s ladies, as we call them. These remarkable ladies aren’t babysitters. They have specialist knowledge and between them decades of experience with disabled children. They put all of that to good use to help with therapies, attend multi disciplinary team (MDT)  meetings and even advocate on behalf of  us parents and our children.

They are always ready with a story of an experience just like the absolutely crappy one you might be going through right now and can tell you it’s going to be OK. They do plenty that isn’t in the job description purely out of love of their work. When we came to the realisation that we’d have to re-home KaBoom, Aunty D returned a filthy, happy child to me and an additional big bar of chocolate. I do love it when Pwd comes home from being out with his  ladies or from school messy and dirty – it’s a sure sign he’s had a ball.

Their’s is a job I could never do. Aside from my Pwdin, I’m not fond of children, for a start. The ladies and gentlemen childminders who take special needs children for respite have to know how to manage a wide range of  health issues. They have to cope with challenging behaviour from the kids they look  after, their parents (occasionally) and, depressingly often,  from strangers whose reactions to disabled children can be, let’s just say, unkind. More than other child minders, this special and specialist group of professionals experience the death of children for whom they care. In spite of all of this, other professionals have been known to look down on these child minders. I’ve heard of an instance where, in an MDT meeting, one special needs child minder who attended, in her professional capacity to give report on the progress of a child in her care, was ordered by a paediatrician to go an look after that child’s sibling while the meeting took place.

No professional knows my child like his ladies. They know his little ways, where we are with therapy, his current and all his previous fads. As professionals they can compare him with other children and make suggestions based on what worked for those children of whom they have or  had similar in depth knowledge. Of course,  it would be ridiculous to expect everyone involved in Pwdin’s care to know him so well but I have attended meetings where therapists didn’t know his name and his former paediatrician couldn’t recall what was discussed at the last meeting and had no notes. These ladies, Pwdin’s ladies, are the example to be followed.

This week is National Child Minding Week. Thank you ladies for all you do for Pwd and for hubby and I. We love you.

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9 comments on “Three cheers for Pwdin’s Ladies

  1. Linda Tock
    14 June, 2012

    It’s the truth; you can tell how happy a boy is by how dirty he comes home.

    My son came home one day with a small trail of pebbles and dirt behind him. Then he turned his pockets out, and I had my own rock garden on my kitchen floor.

    He was so tired from play he started to doze in his bath. You could have set off an air raid siren in his room and he wouldn’t have twitched a toe.

    • Autismum
      14 June, 2012

      Aww, bless.
      When Pwd comes home dirty, hungry and cwtchy I know there’s a chance of a reasonable night’s sleep.

      • Linda Tock
        15 June, 2012

        You’re going to have to give phonetics for the welsh. I’m dying to know how to pronounce Pwdin and cwtchy! :D

      • Autismum
        15 June, 2012

        Pwdin is just link pudding but with a bit more oo than u and cwtch is somehwere between cutch and cootch xx

  2. Linda Tock
    15 June, 2012

    Thanks! I had gone looking at an intro to Welsh site to see if I could figure it out, and I was thinking Pwdin was close to pudding, but I wasn’t sure. cwtch I was lost with

  3. lilady
    16 June, 2012

    You don’t have to tell me about the wonderfulness of all the people who cared for my son, Autismum. I was so fortunate to have in-home respite for 8 hours a week, with nurses and aides (carers), who truly loved my child.

    When he left home to live in an acute care group home, where other loving hands cared for him, I met some of the finest men and women whose job was to provide the intense care that he required. We became very close. During that awful period after his death, they were so supportive, while dealing with their own grief.

    I’m still privileged to see them each week…or more oftern..when I visit his roomie (my “other” son).

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