MaLaSpeaks!”Let me tell your story.”
When I got pregnant with my son DeMarcus not long before he was born. I lost another son due to his cerebral cortex not being formed during pregnancy at 6 1/2 months.
“Mourning the loss of a child is the hardest part of being a parent.”
DeMarcus Anthony was born a fighter premature baby had undeveloped lungs, has the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck which caused him to lose oxygen while in childbirth.
I was waiting for a cry he laided limp on my chest for 10 seconds then rushed to Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. DeMarcus was away from me my entire stay in the hospital.
“DeMarcus was my miracle child. He has heart!”
That obstacle surpassed as a baby he had acid reflux so bad his bed was the car seat. As a young mother, I was scared he would suffocate in vomit if I allowed him to lay in the bassinet.
DeMarcus at ten months old was introduced to water play as a sanctuary. He loved the calmness of the water it was sleep therapy since it did not seem he actually slept restfully only 45 to 90 minutes.
That was frustrating time because no one was sleeping. He cried constantly and quietness was a task to maintain daily along with my sanity and post partum depression.
As DeMarcus got around 24 months he loved running. He was staying active in order to rest efficiently which that was a catch 22 due to calm submissive state to go to sleep. Cat naps were a routine for daytime but night time for DeMarcus gave energy like eating fruit loops with sugar on top literally.
My love for DeMarcus was finding a solution to this issue. Because no medical personnel could give me resolution to my situation at this time.
Only medication to dumb down the energy essence of what makes up human antatomy which was against my culture.
I saw effects of medication given to a young child too early can slow motor skills, benchmark mental rationale, and can lead to permanent brain nerve reactors to function at a slower pace.
DeMarcus Anthony was not going to be in that statistical analysis through hell and hay water. My child was going to have hope with a chance to make a difference with his extraordinary talents.
I moved to Phoenix, Arizona to go to Le Cordon Bleu College of Culinary Arts. The reason why I decided to enroll one is love for food and the other is find a solution to learn to cook fresh, meal inspired dishes to aid to help DeMarcus condition.
No one could handle DeMarcus. I was on call everyday while he was in daycare. It was disheartening to find out no one was trained or equipped to deal with a child with “special needs”.
I hate this term!
My researched is “delayed learning disabilities” to recognize what he gravitates naturally is a great starting point.
Design a plan surrounded around DeMarcus needs and construct a holistic approach that is gentle on the environment, mind, body, and soul.
Now, DeMarcus was four at this time. I was cultivating meal plans to go to search for the healthy grocery store. It had to be economically maintained constantly and did not have any additive manufacturing ingredients to brake down the human body of.
When DeMarcus started kindergarten at HoustonISD it was an horrific learning experience as a parent.
He brings joy and laughter to every single person who he comes in contact with.
MaLaSpeaks! “Let me tell your story”
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