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Tiny Boy's AB/CD shirt

His favorite song is the Alphabet song, and I just love this shirt!

Our nutritional saga

I promised more information about my Miracle Girl, so here you go.

Over this past summer, we were dealing with her seemingly enormous lack of focus, and her non-stop talking (as though she was personally narrating her day, moment by moment). She began chewing the skin on her toes again, and continued chewing her fingernails to nubs. To say I was slowly going insane trying to help her would be an understatement. She also often told me that her stomach hurt. I started keeping track, so when it came time for her six year checkup, I arrived armed with info. There was a pattern to MG’s pain reports, usually every morning and at bedtime.

Instead of trying to pursue an ADD or ADHD evaluation (for many reasons, both academic and label-related), our ped recommended that we consult with a nutritionist she has had very good results with. I decided to have both kids evaluated, since Tiny Boy’s dairy sensitivity continues, and he had not outgrown it by age two as most toddlers do.

I completed 14 pages of medical history, behavioral evaluations, vaccination history, and food preferences and aversions for each child, then had a 2.5 hour consult with nutritionist. She saw clear trends for each child based on my reports, and she shared so much information that it felt like a firehose to the brain.

The next step was a battery of tests: blood, fecal, urine, and hair samples sent to various labs. She checked for the markers of celiac disease, nutritional deficiencies, heavy metal contamination, you name it. MG has a severe needle aversion, and got through the blood draw only by sitting on my lap, with me pinning down her arms and wrapping my own legs around hers to keep her from kicking the phlebotomist. This was after 20 solid minutes of trying to reason with her about why we need the blood, how much will be taken, what the doctor can learn from it, etc. NOTHING could calm her, so we had to resort to the mommy restraint. As hard as some of my own infertility blood draws were, I felt so bad for her I nearly burst out in tears as we left the lab that day.

Many of the tests took several weeks to produce results. In the interim, to reduce systemic inflammation, the nutritionist had us commence a dairy-free, casein-free (casein is the allergenic protein in milk), gluten-free diet. We also must ensure that MG gets 28 grams of quality protein per day, and this must NOT include any soy protein. Protein of any sort was at the top of MG’s food aversion list, while dairy and carbohydrates were all she wanted to eat, so it was an uphill battle for a while. We agreed that we would all follow the diet (at least in front of the kids, what you eat for lunch at work is your own business ;) ) to support them through the process.

Implementing this diet had me in a HUGE learning curve, even after doing the dairy-free thing while nursing Tiny Boy. Mr. Fortune is pretty fed up, as there are not a lot of appetizing GFCF bread-like options. Every loaf of bread I’ve attempted to bake tends to fall and become dense, comes out crumbly, and goes bad in three days max. It is a very exasperating diet, and Mr. Fortune feels “the cure is worse than the problem.”

However, we have seen a positive difference in MG since we began the diet seven weeks ago. She is much calmer, and less likely to fly into a tearful rage over very tiny things. She has only complained of stomach pain twice in this time, though we saw a recurrence of the temper symptoms last weekend after we allowed her to eat some dairy and flour-laden birthday cake. It was a very hard weekend.

Tomorrow, I go to meet with the nutritionist again to go over MG’s results. I hope the scientific results will help us tailor the diet to her particular needs, and hopefully allow us to relax some parts of it. I go back on Monday to go over Tiny Boy’s results, and at that time should have a better idea what we can do for each of our children.

If you had told me six months ago I’d be doing this radical treatment option, I would have been incredulous. It is amazing the lengths we are willing to go to not only to have our children, but to also give them the best chance they can have to lead a happy, pain-free, comfortable-in-their-own-bodies life. All I can wish is that neither of my children show signs of celiac disease. I already know we can do dairy-free, but the gluten-free part of the diet is a particularly large and nasty pill to swallow.

Too soon

It seems I spoke too soon. Tiny Boy’s improvement was dramatic on Wednesday, and he was rearing to go. He went back to preschool today because he was acting so much better, but when his teacher called me to check in at lunch time, I decided to take him back immediately to the ped. Today he lost his appetite, was completely exhausted, and the stridor came back. I left work early, found an after-school sitter for Miracle Girl for an hour, and boy was it a good decision to take him in.

Tiny Boy is now on a course of oral steroids for three days (might be extended to six days if his improvement is not steady). The ped said his lungs still have fluid, and with the stridor present he is not out of the danger zone yet.

I felt like utter crap having been at work instead of home with him as I would have been earlier this year. I try not to beat myself up about it, this is how our lives are now. And when things are normal he LOVES being at school, which makes it easier for me to work part-time. I felt so weird telling the ped about his symptoms when I’d only been with him for the prior 20 minutes. Thank goodness his teachers were so observant and described things to me in enough detail for me to share it with the doctor. For that I am very grateful.

Thank you for all your support. I hope things get back to normal soon.

“Juicy croup”

The last few weeks have passed by at blinding speed. I organized a surprise party for my husband with 40+ attendees. (Yes, he was surprised!) It was a really nice evening, but remind me never to do that (alone) ever again!

The family then took him to Las Vegas for four days to celebrate this past weekend. It was a whirlwind but we had fun! Wish I could tell you more about it, but you know what they say about Vegas…. ;-)

Unfortunately, all the excitement took its toll on Tiny Boy.

He woke up our first day back with croup. It rapidly deteriorated during the day, and, as croup usually does, became horrible that night. He was struggling very hard for breath, and at one point his chest was retracting and he had stridor. I contacted the ped-on-call, and followed the protocol for 45 minutes until he was finally breathing well enough to fall asleep. He woke another three times that night. Suffice it to say, it was a hard night.

Tuesday was my day to stay home with him, and I noticed that he didn’t want to do anything but be held. He was struggling to breathe even more. He had a wet, gurgling sound with each breath, sounding like he was snoring while awake. He hardly had any voice left. It was pretty obvious that he felt like crap, and with croup it typically gets better during the daytime, not worse.

I rushed him to the ped’s office, and they immediately gave him a steroid shot to help with the encroaching inflammation in his chest. I then took him for chest X-rays, blood work, and antibiotics, then returned to the ped’s office.

The good news is that his blood work and X-rays came back clear. He did not have to be admitted to the hospital based on this news, but the ped warned that he was not out of the woods yet. It was a race against time to see if the steroid would take effect before the he got worse again at night.

It worked! He started improving very slightly that night, and today he was getting his voice back and wanted to walk around again. He was a very, very cranky little boy, but he was not having as hard of a time breathing and is on the road to recovery.

The ultimate diagnosis was “juicy croup” with a secondary lung infection. It only happens in about 1% of croup cases. I have not been that scared for my little boy since he was in NICU. Thank goodness I followed my instincts and took him in early in the day; it gave enough time for the steroid to take effect. That was the only way we were able to avoid having him admitted to the hospital.

The moral of the story is: listen to that whispering parent voice when you feel that something is wrong with your child. It might turn out to be nothing, but the times when you’re right, it can make a world of difference for your child.

Everyone’s a critic

I was singing to try keeping the boy occupied in the car a few weeks ago. Apparently, he did not agree with my musical selection.

You can hear it for yourself (TinyBoyNoABBA.mp3). What could the boy possibly have against 70s Northern European pop??


Alternate reality

This week marks the start of my new job. The first day did not end so well, I headed to bed at 8pm with a horrible migraine and slept for 11 hours. Fortunately, today (day #2) was better, though I am very tired. Thank goodness my mom is here on vacation and is helping so much during this transition.

My new co-workers are awesome, and my manager quite enthusiastic and supportive. Very different from my last assignment, and a welcome change indeed.

Miracle Girl is experiencing her first week at summer camp, and seems to love it at this school. She tried her damnedest to drive us all insane during the past two weeks off school (note the corresponding dearth of blog posts!), but I am recovering. She will try a different camp next week, and once I see which is the better fit, I have three remaining summer weeks to plan for her. So far, so good.

As for my Tiny Boy (I need to find a new nickname; he is still small for his age, but no longer truly “tiny”… any ideas?)… he is a total rock star and has taken to preschool like a duck to water. One of his teachers told me she was blown away by his receptive language. For example, she asked him to take a shovel back into the sand area and put it against the wall, and he did exactly that. It’s no surprise to me, he really “gets it” and while he tantrums for me more frequently now, he really at heart just a clever, mellow, easy-going little guy.

He LOVES being at school, and so far has separated beautifully (and I am SO grateful for this, thank you universe for this incredible gift and I invite more!), it makes being at work so much easier for me to swallow). He has the other little kids wrapped around his finger, they hand him food at snack time when he signs “eat more please” and they just love to be near him. Exactly how I’ve felt his whole life. ;-) It also amazes me that I pick him up wearing the same clothes I dress him in when he wakes up. My girl is so sensory-seeking that she came home daily with two or three bags of wet/sandy/painted clothes to wash. It amazes me that one of my children 1. actually naps well at school and 2. doesn’t go through three wardrobe changes while there.

Here’s hoping the three-day weekend won’t upset the new routine too much. And for all you yanks out there, Happy Independence Day!

Two years ago today

Two years ago today, I was desperately trying NOT to have a baby at 34 weeks. While that was a spectacular flop, I did finally meet the boy who would fill my heart completely.

He is my heart's joy, his temperment so similar to mine that we seem in synch most of the time. Even as he ventures into imperious territory, commanding me "Up! Up!" and "GO!" pointing the path he wants me to travel, I am wholly captivated by his being.

He draws people to him like iron filings to a magnet, and I am still filled with wonder that I get to walk the earth beside him, holding his tiny hand when he allows it, seeing the world through his eyes.

Happy birthday, my dearest Tiny Boy. Today I celebrate two of the happiest years of my life.

 

 

Potential

“When we plant a rose seed in the earth, we notice that it is small, but we do not criticize it as ‘rootless and stem-less’. We treat it as a seed, giving it water and nourishment required of a seed. When it first shoots up out of the earth, we don’t condemn it as immature and underdeveloped.  Nor do we criticize the buds for not being open when they appear. We stand in wonder at the process taking place and give the plant the care it needs at each stage of development. The rose is a rose from the time it is a seed to the time it dies. Within it, at all times, it contains its whole potential. It seems to be constantly in the process of change. Yet, at each state, at each moment, it is perfectly alright as it is.”

-W. Timothy Gallwey

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On this first day of summer with both kids home, these words of wisdom inspire me to keep my cool and remember the big picture. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can….

WW: Temper tantrum

Aftermath of a temper tantrum

The cat loves the aftermath! 

Can you tell he's turning two soon? ;-)  

Healing

Wow. The rapidity of this whole infection episode has caught me by surprise. Tiny Boy’s foot became infected and swelled up overnight, and rapidly showed vast improvement today. Midday it looked the best, with a slight increase in redness this afternoon and a bit more yellow discharge than we saw earlier in the day. The doctor chose not to debride it based on the progress it demonstrated since yesterday, and for that I am extremely grateful. I was terrified of him undergoing sedation. She also did not remove the rather large flesh pocket that is now mostly empty since it still protects the wound.

I am keeping an eagle eye on the situation. Since he displays very little sensitivity to pain, I have to watch his gait and how he stands on the foot, as well as inspect the area regularly. He was favoring it a bit again tonight– for him the only way he reacts to the pain unless his sister bumps it or we’re cleaning it– so I don’t think we’re completely out of the woods yet, but hopefully at least on the fringes.  If it gets any redder or the swelling returns, back he goes to the doctor.

Thank you all for your concern! Your comments and thoughts mean a lot to me always, and most especially when stressful times hit. (And extra bonus points to anyone who noticed the tiny dabs of pink nail polish on the boy’s toes… remember, he has a big sister, and when sister and Mommy BOTH paint their toes, he wants in on that action!)