Partial Trisomy 16p

December 26, 1996 was one of the happiest days of my life — on that day my daughter, Emma, was born. Emma brightened our lives, but it was also fairly clear from a young age that Emma was different from other children. The problem, however, was that the differences were subtle and often dismissed by people who didn’t spend as much time around her as my wife and I did.

She was always very short and skinny for her age, and had a number of cognitive oddities. She exhibited delayed speech skills and received special assistance with that in school. By the time she was 4 or 5, it was clear she had attention deficit and hyperactivity disorder. The child was a non-stop fountain of energy, but frequently to little purpose. The first time we took her to a psychologist she spent an hour gathering toys and then methodically moving them en masse from corner to corner in the psychologist’s office.

We tried a number of ADHD-related drugs before settling on a Ritalin patch. That took care of some (thought not all) of the hyperactivity, but not some of the other cognitive issues. Frequently, for example, it appears as if Emma has a very limited concept of self and theory of mind. Her ability to infer intentionality in others is extremely limited, as is her ability to empathize appropriately. She is extremely friendly and chatty, but also tends to irrationally single out certain individuals for enmity. Disruptions in her schedule send her for a loop — some of the worst times we have are when she has a substitute teacher. She obsesses and fixates on things like tornados and spiders and alternately worries about them and/or wishes she could see one.

On the recommendation of her pediatrician, we had her tested for Fragile X early on, but that was negative. But recently after seeing a new pediatrician, we had more comprehensive genetic testing done, which produced a classic good news/bad news situation.

The good news was that we weren’t crazy or bad parents — Emma was diagnosed with partial trisomy of 16 p. As the letter from the geneticist put it, “Chromosome high definition of oligonucleotide array revealed a small duplication of chromosome 16p.” The CGH showed “gain of four clones at 16p13.3: RP11-243K18, RP11-334D3, RP11-358F6, CTD-2608C14.

The bad news is that CGH testing is so new, that Emma may be the first child ever diagnosed with this specific set of chromosome 16p duplications. As the geneticist put it, “Given the relatively new nature of this teseting, we were unable to find reports of children with the same size duplication as Emma.” There are certainly other children with 16p duplications, but they tend to have much larger duplicated material and also tend to suffer much more pronounced physical and cognitive problems.

So now we’ve added Risperdal — an anti-schizophrenia medication — to the mix, and that seems to have helped a lot with some of her more extreme oppositional behaviors.

I’m Going to a Birthday Party!

So on Friday the 17th I closed on my house, and the next Saturday quite a few family members were over helping tweak some minor problems with the house (its 50 years old and the previous owner had a higher-than-warranted opinion of his handyman skills). The kids are running around, but fortunately Emma had a birthday party for one of her classmates to go to.

So around 12 p.m., my wife takes Emma back to the old house to change her clothes.

About 12:45 p.m., something I was largely spared due to the nature of the small out-of-the-way court I used to live on gets underway — Jehovah’s Witnesses are canvassing the neighborhood. Ugh. When they approach my house, they catch my wife’s grandmother and I quickly get on my cell phone to my wife just so I can look busy so they’ll walk on by.

My wife explains that she left the present at the new house so she’s swing by to pick it up before taking my daughter to the birthday. Emma’s had her medicine, but she’s still hyper due to the move.

So my wife pulls in the driveway and she and Emma get out to retrieve the present. At which point Emma notices one of the Jehovah’s Witnesses — though she has no idea who or what they are other than nicely dressed strangers (she has only the slightest grasp on basic Christianity despite our efforts, much less sectarian differences).

As he’s walking by, one of the JW’s says “hi” to her, to which Emma replies excitedly, “I’m going to a birthday party!”

At which point I’m laughing uncontrollably on the porch, and the man has a very odd look on his face and quickly walks off.

Typical ADHD Behavior

As I’ve mentioned before, my daughter, Emma, has a serious problem with ADHD. Thanks to the wonders of Ritalin she is now doing much better and can almost function at the same level of her first grade classmates.

Here’s a typical night at my house. My daughter is upstairs playing in her room and needs to come downstairs to take her medicine.

Me: Emma, come downstairs.

Emma: Why?

Me: Its time to take your medicine.

… two minutes go by.

Me: Come on, Emma, its time to come downstairs and take your medicine.

… two more minutes go by.

Me: Emma, please come downstairs and take your medicine.

… two more minutes go by.

Me: Emma, come downstairs, NOW!

Emma: Alright.

She hits the stairs,

Me: Why did it take you so long to come downstairs.

Emma (very annoyed at being asked such a stupid question): I had to build something!

There’s a joke about ADD that’s actually not a joke — its how many people with ADD seem to process the world. The joke goes,

Q: How many ADD kids does it take to screw in a light bulb?

A: Lets go ride bikes!

Happy Birthday Emma

My daughter turns 8 later this month and we had a birthday party for her this weekend. We’re sort of cycling through all of the cheesey birthday party themes, so this year we took her and several friends bowling.

Now nothing beats getting home from a party, looking through the pictures and seeing your 8-year-old striking a pose you might see at a Kid Rock concert (she’s actually just twirling her hair there).

Hey, these are my M&Ms, dad!

Heaven is a french fry.

The birthday girl ready for takeoff.

Hmmm… I got dad’s computer to reboot, I wonder if I can figure how to do the same thing with this one.

This is the only way to bowl. Run up to the lane and simply drop the ball. Then lay down and wait for five minutes while the bowl makes its way leisurely down the lane.

Any day now, that ball is going to get close to the pins.

Emma on the other hand was all professional.

Colin, on the other hand, could care less about bowling.

Fascinating. Really? You don’t say.

Contemplating plans for world domination.

Balloons! Ohmigod, they got me balloons!