Wednesday, 18 March 2015

Our experience :: living in NC with a disabled child (part 3)


Hello! This is my third post in a series which attempts to lay down some context and tips on our family's personal experience of relocating from suburban Australia to la brousse in northern New Caledonia. My previous posts here and here covered school. This time I'm moving on to therapy and medical care.

The issues of therapy and medical care were top of mind for us when making the decision to come to the middle of the Coral Sea. Our son Jack needs regular physiotherapy to attend to his cerebral palsy. Although Jack has full oral control and communication skills, his condition means he can't walk independently and has poor limb and trunk control. He needs assistance with most activities including toilet and showering, mealtimes, transferring from lying to sitting to standing and in the classroom.

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Therapy and medical care

We have been extremely fortunate that we were recommended to an excellent kinisitherapeute in the nearly town of Koné. Dom and her holiday replacement Olivier have both developed a great rapport with Jack and their methods of working have helped Jack to develop confidence and strength. 

First day with the new wheelchair in Noumea

For us there has not been much difference in cost of physiotherapy. In Australia we would be covered by the BetterStart system (given the allocated allowance for therapy) for Jack until age 7; here our expat insurance allowance covers most costs as well. The main difference is that we've not been able to get hydrotherapy or group therapy here so we do without and occasionally get into the pool to give Jack a good workout.

Disability equipment, especially paediatric equipment, is not readily available sur le caillou so all specialised equipment we have such as walkers, wheelchairs etc have been sourced from Australia.

Fortunately we've not needed to seek serious medical aid for Jack in New Caledonia. We are lucky that Jack doesn't suffer from complications such as epilepsy or heart problems. However for school vaccinations, chest infections and the like we've visited the local medecin, or general practitioner in our local town of Pouembout. 

The system for most doctors here is first in, first treated. Local GP's don't have small armies of receptionists taking appointments and frowning when you are late; instead, you take a seat (if there's one available) in the waiting room and wait. And wait. And wait. (Take a book. A good one). You take note of who's in the room when you arrive and who comes after you and wait your turn.


Finally (after you've finished your book and read every trashy French magazine available and come to the conclusion that French trashy mags are just as much a waste of time as Australian ones) it will be your turn. You will be rewarded with a relatively cheap but professional appointment. I have never come across a doctor who didn't speak English and I've always been happy with the medical service provided.

Our lovely local doctor charges about 4800f.  Payment is directly to the doctor in cash or cheque (no credit cards, take your cheque book. Nearly every business accepts them and in fact they are extremely commonly used at the supermarkets. Good practice for the tricky spelling of French numbers. The only exception I can think of is service stations - cash or card only). 

The other benefit of the French medical system is that pharmacy medicines seem to be cheaper than those in Australia. When my daughter had a chest infection our local doctor wrote a prescription for paracetamol, a nasal spray, cough suppressant and antibiotic. I was alarmed, thinking the whole lot would probably set me back $80. Imagine my surprise when it all came to less than the equivalent of $20. Again, the service and assistance I've had at every pharmacy I've been to on the island has been excellent.


The only interaction we've had with the hospital system was actually for myself, for the urgent treatment of kidney stones. The doctor I saw was extremely proactive and made a special effort to contact the sonographer in the next town to make sure he was available (only one in the region). She then contacted the private hospital in Noumea to make sure they would be expecting me that evening. I was admitted quickly, immediately connected to an IV and in surgery the next morning. The actual hospital conditions left a little to be desired (another blog post but some funny moments) but the medical care of doctors, specialist, anaesthetist and nurses was efficient.

It's important to note that New Caledonia doesn't have a lot of specialist medical services. For example, I have known many expat women here to have their babies locally but not with the same level of hospital quality they might get in their home country. Those with risky or problem pregnancies have opted to return to their home countries in time to birth their babies to make sure they had adequate medical support.

There is a medical clinic in our neighbouring town of Koné which is also an emergency room. There is a small hospital which also has a maternity section in the small town of Koumac, about an hour and a half to our north. We haven't used either of these services so I can't personally attest to their level of specialist care. The major hospitals, public and private, are in Noumea, over 3 hours to our south. 


We returned to Melbourne for 3 months for the surgery and rehab following Jack's major surgery last year. He had planned double femoral osteotomies which we knew would be sometime during our New Caledonian residency. We have travelled to Australia every 3 to 6 months for regular x-rays and medical and therapy reviews for the duration of our residency here, which is expensive but was always part of our plan. We keep in contact with all Jack's medical and therapy team via email to provide updates or if we need advice. They have all been very supportive and enthusiastic in making our situation workable. We really have been very fortunate.

If you are planning to travel to or live in to New Caledonia it's worth knowing all of this, particularly if you have a pre-existing condition. Pharmacy medicines here have different names and even different formulations so don't expect to easily top up on your own medicine here. For example, one of my medicines is not available in the same formulation here so I top up in Australia when I return, however I find it more convenient to buy medicines such as children's paracetamol here as it's cheaper and available without prescription.

My account can only give an inkling of the therapy and medical care available. The therapists and medical staff we've interacted with have all been excellent which has made our time here so much easier. But certainly each family must make those consideration carefully and with action plans and insurance cover should something go awry. Then you can relax and enjoy the French tropical lifestyle.

My last installment will be about accessibility. À plus tard!




Monday, 16 March 2015

Our experience :: living in NC with a disabled child (part two)


So this is the next part of our adventures on a French Pacific island with wheelchairs and walkers. As I write now we are watching the category 5 tropical cyclone Pam leave a path of destruction in nearby Vanuatu as it heads past the south of New Caledonia. The adventure never stops!

If you didn't catch part one, this series of posts is my attempt to impart a bit of firsthand knowledge of what it's like to have a normal life as an expat in New Caledonia with two small children, one of whom has cerebral palsy. It's the type of insight I searched for but failed to find when I did my own research before we embarked from Melbourne, Australia in 2012.

On y va...


Jack with his second aide Cynthia
Going to school (part 2)

Another hurdle we overcame, at least partly, was access to the school cantine - about 20 steep steps. The French school system has the option to enrol for a canteen lunch, which most families do. The alternative is to pick up your children at 11.30am, home for lunch and then back at 12.30. No lunch boxes here, which is probably not a bad idea given the climate (cheese sandwiches and bananas do not do well in a hot school bag, I still have vivid memories.....). 

It took over 6 months to convince the school director that we needed a ramp to enable canteen access. My inquiries up to this point were usually met with typically French shrugs and mumblings of "n'est possible". Unfortunately, even with the new ramp, Jack needed to be taken out the front gate, down the street a short distance where there was no footpath, and then pushed across a sports area to the canteen. A few months later the marie (council) finally paved a footpath as well. So now, although the long route to lunch, it is mainly paved although still quite a bit of muscle-work for his aide.


Sitting outside to listen to a book at school

Jack loves being able to stay at school for cantine. He sits with his class and is served a hot lunch. His aide eats lunch with him and helps where neccessary. After lunch he plays with his friends until classes restart. It's an opportunity we wouldn't have in Australia and we didn't want him to miss it.

The experience  of asking for and finally getting access to a school lunch highlighted the fact that our adopted community had not considered the possibility that wheelchair access might be needed at their school. Many Australians today would find that unusual. I think the resistance we felt in this instance was the rationale that building infrastructure for one child wasn't economical, although of course accessible ramps and paths are for the benefit of all and economics shouldn't come into it when discussing such a basic thing. We also see it as having helped to provide access for not just our child, but future children in the community with mobility difficulties.

This is not the case in all schools here. Two newer schools near the neighbouring town of Koné both have much better accessiblity, including lifts and handicapped parking spaces. My battle to find a carspace at our school to unload and reload the kids and the wheelchair is a weekly lesson in creative parking and muscle-building. It's a private battle that I'm not going to take further. I really can't see a handicapped parking spot being built. Some things just need to be endured!

First day of school this year
Despite the challenges, the sleepless nights, the disappointments and steep learning curves, being brave enough to tackle the French/New Caledonian school system is paying off. Jack speaks French with an accent that melts my heart. His marks in maths are great. He writes in a beautiful cursive that he wouldn't be taught in Australia but which belies his fine motor skill difficulties. He's a wonderful role model for his little sister Nellie who started at the same school last year at the age of 3. This year his reading of French has blossomed, adding to his wonderful English reading skills that we've fostered at home. And he has many friends who love him and greet him each morning with kisses (this is France, people) and cheers.

The next post in this series will be able how we've tackled therapy and medical care in the province nord of New Caledonia. Please feel free to message me any questions or your own similar experiences, which I'd love to hear, below or on the France has Coconuts Facebook pageÁ la prochain!






Friday, 13 March 2015

Our experience :: living in NC with a disabled child (part one)


As our time here in the French territory of New Caledonia comes to it's conclusion I have begun to reflect on how much we've learnt and how far we've come. In particular, how we've tackled the challenges presented when living with a physically disabled child in the somewhat remote reaches of the South Pacific.

As we have almost 3 years of experience to relay (and in particular because I am terrible at self-editing) I'm chunking my words of wisdom (ha!) into about 4 posts.

There is nothing unique about our family except that we happen to have a child with a severe disability and we've temporarily relocated to a French tropical island. I'm not an expert on New Caledonia or disability. My husband and I don't have all the answers and we've certainly made lots of mistakes but are hopefully wiser for the experience to this point. I only share our experience in the hope that it might give some helpful insights and tips to other families contemplating a similar adventure. 


So I decided to put a few thoughts together on the type of information I would have liked before we arrived. In this post: school, part one - actually one of the scarier challenges for me.


But first: some background

If you were to approach me a few years ago and ask if it would be wise to take an 18 month old little girl and an almost-four-year-old little boy with cerebral palsy from the comfortable and leafy streets of Sandringham, Melbourne, to the tropics of a small French island I'd barely heard of in the Coral Sea, I'd probably say have another skinny latte and macaron and get a grip. Your life is great. Consider a holiday in Bali.

Now, with almost 3 years of expat-tery under my belt, I'd  still recommend the latte and macaron but also offer some background of how we've managed - mostly with smiles on our faces - the daily grind in the northern province of New Caledonia (yes, we had to check Google Maps for where it is too. For some reason most Australians are fairly unaware of the fact that France is pretty much on their doorstep).

Dawn on our first morning in Pouembout, New Caledonia
We arrived in New Caledonia, to the tiny, slow-moving farming and mining community of Pouembout in the week our son Jack turned 4, July 2012. Jack has quadraplegic cerebral palsy with spastic dystonia, GMFCS III-IV. At this time he was able to walk with the aid of a small walking ladder or a walker. For outings he was in a pram with his little sister. He couldn't walk independently and was in nappies full time. He had full oral control and no significant additional complications.

As well as the ladder and walker we brought a wooden corner chair, wooden kinder chair and table plus his BodyCycle tricycle and grasp bars for arm extension. We brought a slant board for drawing and a standing frame. He had his AFO splints, arm and leg wraps and a potty as we were toilet-training. 

Going to school

Getting Jack into the local school was a big challenge and an anxious experience for me. We needed assistance from a local organisation that specialises in helping expat families to settle. He needed to have a medical certificate from the local doctor as well as his tuberculosis vaccination, which is mandatory in New Caledonia and is given to newborns here.

Jack's classrooms
I employed the assistance of a friend who translated in all the initial meetings with the school director and class teacher. One of my big concerns was the toilet situation as the children's toilets were small with no toilet seats, which would be unsuitable for Jack to have stability when sitting. Eventually the school remembered that they did in fact have a disabled toilet, only it was used as a janitor's closet, so that was tidied up. We provide a kids seat which sits under the standard seat, and take it home on Fridays for a clean and back to school each Monday.

We also provided the school with a wooden kinder chair which has a lap belt and a slant board to assist with writing and drawing. These were left at school until the end of school year. We also worked hard to get Jack daytime continent before he began school as the school is not equipped to deal with nappy-changing.

Most significantly, we had to organise a fulltime aide for Jack as he needs assistance not just with mobility but with toileting, using books and pencils and play. In New Caledonia aides to the handicapped are provided by Fleur de Vie. For non-French citizens this comes at a price and we were lucky to find funding. Without funding we simply could not send Jack to school and in fact would have had to reconsider the whole endeavour. 

Jack and his first aide, Emmanuelle
Over the years we have had three different aides. Although none of them were specifically trained in working with handicapped children they have all been very enthusiastic and worked well with Jack. 

The aide meets us each morning at the school gate and effectively takes over Jack's care until the end of the school day. She does transfers between wheelchair, walker, desk chair and toilet. She changes his pants if he has an accident (happens occasionally) and helps him in the classroom and canteen. The only thing she doesn't do is teach. The only downside to this system is that if the aide is unable to work then Jack misses school as he can't be at school without assistance. 

Understand that this was also the first time I'd entered a child into a school system. Jack left a wonderful childcare centre in Melbourne which was providing us with 3 full days a week of kinder plus a full-time aide. Leaving there was difficult as we had great support from both staff and other families. Entering him into the Victorian school system and navigating my way through finding an aide, accessibility, equipment etc would have been nerve-wracking enough. But then do it in New Caledonia, in my shoddy French - it was stressful for sure.

One of the biggest mistakes I made was assuming that Jack's teachers had some training in working with handicapped children. We had an upsetting experience later in Jack's first year when I mistakenly assumed his maitresse had him included in the choreography of his class's dance for the school spectacle


The experience left me determined to be closer to his teacher the following year. I made sure to meet with her regularly but particularly when she was planning the class choreography. I really wanted to advise on Jack's restrictions and some ideas to ensure she felt confident and could include him properly. The result was that we were all very proud of his participation, front and centre no less. More importantly Jack loved the experience and was proud of his achievement (you can view his class dance here).

Next post will be another school test for me - getting some accessibility in place for Jack to access the canteen - with mixed results.




Tuesday, 10 March 2015

The end is nigh.....



A few weeks ago, more than two and a half years since being in New Caledonia, a milestone occurred. One of my children was invited to a birthday party from a local kid. It was a modest affair with his lovely friend Felix and his parents were very nice. Even better for us, they spoke English, so conversation was easy and enjoyable.
The sad part is that we are at the tail end of our stay in New Caledonia. We expect to leave in only a couple of months as my husband's contract comes to an end.

As we get closer I feel more sadness and even a little panicky. It's been a challenging and unique period of our lives. We have been transformed from sheltered, myopic city-dwellers, our lives orbited by a cycle of long work hours, reality TV, local news and supermarket wars. We've become more aware of world politics, the reality of life on a south Pacific island, finding friendship, trying new things.

I've learnt to not be alarmed when a complete stranger picks up your baby and kisses and plays with them. We're confident that our kids are getting a good education at the local school, even though the infrastructure and technology is far less than in the average Australian primary school. I cherish the fact that Jack is greeted each morning by his friends with kisses or, as was the case yesterday, with nose rubs by his best friend.

I miss the aisles of fresh vegetables in Australian supermarkets, decadent with more that one variety of potato and with green vegetables luxuriating on beds of ice. Ice! But then, having only a simple selection of fruit and vegetables does make life easier. At least, dinner planning. The only fresh leafy vegetable in my local supermarket this morning was lettuce. So it's salad tonight. No poring over glossy foodie mags or trawling Pinterest for dinner inspiration for me tonight.

But we do have the luxury of local prawn farms. I can buy a kilo of frozen local prawns at my local supermarket (with the fresh lettuce) any day of the week for about A$25. The price is on par with Australia and the food miles less than a Melbourne market.

I've learnt to appreciate the struggle that visitors and migrants to Australia have when learning and understanding English. One of the reasons I find it hard to learn French here is that people speak so quickly and use a lot of vernacular. In turn, those local who speak English with me say I do the same. It's a hard lesson learnt and a habit difficult to break.

We've learnt to appreciate French wine. Why wouldn't you when it's cheap and sold in the supermarket? But the local beer......well, we do miss Aussie beer. But you drink what's available. And 'Number One' is stupidly easy to order.

But there's no returning to the navel-gazing people we once were. Being an international tourist doesn't do it. I did that. And I still didn't get it. But I do now. About how occupying all of my preoccuations to whether we need pay TV, or what haircut I should have, at getting the cheapest petrol, whether to buy a Thermomix.

The only pay TV available to me is mostly in French, I haven't cut my hair in 6 months, petrol prices are regulated here and I don't have enough storage for a Thermomix. But I do care that there is only a couple of orthotists in all of New Caledonia, that the world heritage-listed reef here is being rapidly destroyed (a fact ignored by most of the world) and that incest is prevalent in indigenous tribes here, as it is in Australia.

So our next venture, whatever it is, we be an ADventure. We will make it so. By our new outlook on life, our approach to the local community and our understanding of the opportunities life holds, no matter where we live.

Friday, 26 December 2014

New Caledonia gave us this moment.



Lately there have been mixed feelings in our house. We learnt a few weeks ago that my husband's work contract will expire in April 2015, so we will be moving on from New Caledonia.

This has prompted in me a range of emotions, and each day I oscillate from excited to nervous to regretful to quite sad. This is a reflection of the challenges, opportunities and joy felt since we moved here in July 2012.

Take my son Jack as an example. Jack turned 4 the week we arrived. He has spastic quadraplegic cerebral palsy with dystonia. He needs assistance or intervention to do most things from the neck down. He requires specialised furniture, a wheelchair, walker, footwear, commode, bike, stroller and physical therapy. We left a very supportive family, friends, medical and therapy network to come to a country where wheelchair access is haphazard and experienced therapists difficult to find. The sight of a child in a wheelchair or walker is rare, especially in the small farming and mining community where we live.

We weren't sure if we were being brave or just plain irresponsible about our son's health and potential. In fact I'm pretty sure there were many who thought the latter.

One of the driving factors for us, assuming we could address Jack's physical needs, was the opportunity to integrate both Jack and his little sister Nellie into the modest, local school and experience French language immersion in a mixed group of cultures. There have been some frustrations with organising an aide, plus access within a school not used to wheelchairs, but it has paid off in ways I couldn't have imagined before. We have discovered a community intrigued and surprised by Jack, but proud to include him in their number.

It's his ability with picking up French which constantly delights us as parents. His accent is delightful. His confidence defies his genes. And he just plain enjoys it. Bliss.

This morning out of the blue, he sang me a Christmas song he learnt at school. I asked him to sing it again so I could record it and share.The next challenge is how to retain and build on this lovely new skill he has once we leave the island....

Friday, 12 September 2014

When family visit sur le caillou :: Pt 2


We recently spent two nights on the amazing Isle of Pines. We were so lucky with the weather, which was mild but sunny. It allowed us to enjoy the stunning beaches for a while, and get our toes into the soft, fine sand. We stayed at Oure Tera, on Kunamera Beach, on the south coast.