Welcome Home Tigger!

It finally came – the day we have been working towards, preparing for, and eagerly awaiting – May 27th; the day we got to meet Tigger and bring him home with us! Though I admit to having a slight case of nerves (My first dog! And not just any dog, a very special service dog I am going to help train! Eep!), our anticipation was well rewarded with an amazing homecoming. Below, see how our first day with Tigger unfolded -- in pictures!

Tigger's trainer, Kim from Noelle's Dogs Four Hope, requested that we meet her at a mall near her home in PA. She wanted to meet in a public place so she could not only introduce us to Tigger, but could begin to train us on the public access training commands we will be working on while we have Tigger for the next 6 months (after which time he returns to Kim for 3 final months of specialty seizure response training). Though Simon was a little hesitant at first, with some encouragement he pat Tigger's head. Tigger is very gentle and sat quite still as he met his boy for the first time.

Over the next 2 hours we walked around the mall practicing commands and getting to know our new family member. Though I could tell Tigger wasn't quite sure who to listen to (I held the leash and the treats but he still looked to Kim for commands), I was impressed by how well-behaved this seven-month-old puppy was in a relatively populated public setting. The only time he balked was at the elevator (he doesn't like elevators -- something we have to work on with him), and when it was time for him to part from his trainer. I know it was hard for Kim to leave him, too -- how could you not fall in love with this face?

Pretty soon we were on our own -- a newly minted service dog family. 

Everyone took a nap on the way home. It had been a very busy afternoon for kids and puppies (and parents!).

When we came home we discovered our house had been decorated! Our amazing neighbors, the Beckers, had created a very warm welcome. I teared up (as usual) reading the note on the door: "Dear Tiggger, We want to welcome you to our neighborhood! You could not of asked for a better family then the Hatcher's! You will love Simon and adore Olivia, we do! Love, The Beckers"

Tigger was eager to explore his new surroundings and (much to our surprise) Simon wanted to help. I think Simon understands how it feels to want to explore a new place, and so he took Tigger's leash for his very first walk around the house. Simon let Tigger lead, which was very polite of him.

Dinner time! We've been told to try to get Simon to do as much of the care-taking as possible, so Tigger will understand that Simon is "his" boy. In fact, one of the main things we will be working on over the next several months is creating a bond between Simon and Tigger.

Tigger was very interested in Simon's bath. Simon told Tigger he was too big to join him in the tub and should come back later.

Time for bed. We had been nervous about this -- we didn't know whether Simon would be okay with the dog in his room, or if Tigger would be alright being left with Simon. But, one of the main reasons we got Tigger was to help us respond to Simon's nocturnal seizures, and for him to do that he needs to be with Simon when he sleeps. "Start out as you mean to go on" are words I have lived by since the days of babyhood and Tigger's trainer agreed. Put them in the room together and shut the door was what she suggested and (after talking to Simon about it and having him say it was okay, another surprise), that was what we did.

As soon as we left the "boys" alone together, Brian and I turned on the video monitor to watch what happened. We were pretty anxious, especially since Tigger started to whine almost as soon as we shut the door, and Simon pulled his covers over his head. However, after just a little while, a day that had already been special became spectacular.

As Tigger cried, Simon told him to "shh!", but gradually he started to talk to Tigger. And he talked to Tigger for over an hour -- IN ARTICULATE, ORIGINAL SENTENCES THAT DEMONSTRATED EMPATHY.

Here is a sample from a video we took (as soon as we recovered from our shock enough to realize we should be recording this momentous occasion!)

"I'm sorry Tigger. It's okay. You're trapped. Be quiet. Time to go to sleep. Let's take a nap." Then, when Tigger hopped onto Simon's rather small toddler bed: "Tigger, you're too big. You sleep on your bed (pointing) over there. Time to go to sleep." Tigger didn't budge. Simon sat, thinking for a moment, and then he finally decided to give Tigger his nightlight and lay down with him. (I can't overstate how shocked we were!). Finally, Simon sang a song to Tigger that he sings to himself when he is scared at the doctor's. Within a few more minutes, they were both asleep. 

Now, I had heard about service dogs being used to encourage language and empathy in kids with autism. I'd heard that kids who were otherwise inarticulate and friendless were able to gain both language skills and a bond of love when paired with the right animal. I honestly never really believed it. Though I hoped that Simon would find a friendship of sorts with Tigger, I have been so completely focused on Tigger's potential to protect Simon during one of his dangerous status seizures that I really considered anything additional a pleasant but unlikely and less necessary bonus.

I LOVE BEING WRONG.

Today, we took Tigger and Simon out for the first time on our own to buy a bed big enough for the two of them.

Echo Bridge

Despite a thorough scrubbing, my stairs are still covered with sticky glitter. Earlier this weekend, a small boy tried to roll a snow globe down them. I don't think that it worked out quite the way he thought it would... and so, Simon learned the hard way that glass doesn't bounce.

The crash was pretty spectacular, and I think he knew right away he'd done something wrong. I immediately swooped in to save him from any shards, and after I'd checked him over (he was fine), I sat him down on a chair while I went to clean up the mess.

A few moments later (and a lot sparklier), I retrieved Simon from where I'd planted him. He'd stayed put in the chair and was crying pretty hard. I hugged him in my lap and told him he was okay. We took a few deep breaths together, and as soon as he'd recovered himself he began to tearfully recite a bit from one of his favorite Winnie the Pooh stories; falling back into his "normal" echolalic behavior.

As I held him, I realized that he was reciting from the episode about Rabbit's vegetable garden -- Tigger had bounced all over it and ruined Rabbit's rutabagas. Simon was repeating Tigger's apology to Rabbit, over and over again.

"I'm really sorry, Rabbit.... It's okay Tigger, it was an accident.... Thank you, Rabbit..."

Then, gradually, it turned into... "Simon is sorry.... It's okay Simon, it was an accident..... Thank you, Rabbit."

I realized that Simon was trying to apologize to me. He was connecting Tigger's mistake to his own, and Rabbit's reaction to mine. He was using the "social story" the episode provided to find the right words to tell me how he felt. Suddenly, the echolalia wasn't just repetition, it was an actual echo of his own meaning, his real intention.

I've imagined before that Simon's communication disability is like a vast body of water, making him into an island I can't quite reach. Although I'm still looking for a ship to navigate across it, in the meantime, perhaps I've found a bridge.

So the mermaid says to the frog...

"Do you hop?" And the frog, being agreeable, demonstrates. "hop, hop, hop!"
Good job!" says the mermaid. "Let's do it again!" And the frog, ever accommodating, complies.

For about the last six months, Simon has been using his toys to reenact scenes from favorite TV shows. This was pretty exciting in and of itself -- he was talking, a LOT (I'll take language in any form!), thoroughly entertaining himself, and lately he's added dramatic vocal inflection. The most exciting part, however, was that it  seemed like he was practicing -- getting ready to try playful interaction; to create a 2-sided dialogue of his own.

Over the weekend, I noticed that Simon was playing with toys in a slightly different way. He was talking ABOUT them. Not reciting, not repeating. He was also more specific about what he wanted to play with. When I gave him his pirate captain, he told me he wanted the pirate's friends, too.

Wow, I thought -- that's different. Simon is becoming aware of friendship -- and he likes it! How incredibly amazing, wonderful, miraculous...!!!  I found a few more crew members and Simon sang some pirate songs and I looked on feeling more optimistic than ever. I've been avidly eavesdropping on his playtime utterances ever since, looking for more glimmers of spontaneous social awareness.

My rapt attention was rewarded tonight -- frogs and mermaids have never been more eloquent. There were just a few lines, but they were all Simon's own.