Blogging the life of a little girl with a rare chromosome 2q24.3q32.1 deletion
It’s crazy how much guilt one simple thing — like when and how the baby comes — can bring with it. Originally, baby boy’s due date was September 3. Then the doctor told me at some point September 1 was more accurate, but it never got changed in the computer — so September 3 it... Continue Reading →
It's so easy for the current reality of Ukraine's destruction to quickly fade from thoughts. The world moves on. And though we are determined to be as present and as joy-filled as we can for this precious girl of ours, lives are still being lost every day in Ukraine. So we still look for ways... Continue Reading →
Russia (okay, well, Putin) still bombards Ukraine every day. And we still have a kiddo who needs our full attention. So we move on with life -- with teething, with trying to get her to nap, with doing everything in our power to make sure she's growing and developing. We're privileged to be in a place right now that we can do that, so we will. Because life will not always be this peace-filled for us. In the meantime, we'll just hope that the Estonian military experts are correct -- that Russia isn't strong enough to take Kyiv.
I've been kinda freaking out. In the best way possible. I was fully preparing myself for a lifetime of Eloise struggling with food intolerances. Not only that, I was mentally making peace with the fact that not only would I also have to stay on a limited diet for quite some time as I continued... Continue Reading →
Brian here. I don't often write blogs, partially because I'm so impressed with Mallory's ability to communicate through them, and partially because I never really feel like what I have to say would be meaningful or useful to anyone. But I thought hey, I could give Mallory a bit of break so she could spend... Continue Reading →
She's mostly not eating. Again. These last few days, increasingly it's felt like we've moved backwards in time to a few months ago when it was a constant struggle to get her to eat. When we needed to try every trick in the book to coax her to get close to enough milk in her... Continue Reading →
One thing that’s now become pretty clear is that being tired (due to her low muscle tone) is at the core of why she can't develop or do more. Not eating enough? It's because she gets too tired eating. Not developing enough physically? It's because she doesn't have the energy to practice more. Not sleeping longer than 33 minutes during the day? It's because she's so tired her body is flooded with stress hormones which won't let her sleep. And then the vicious cycle continues. So if we could just get her more rest then she’d improve in all three areas, right? Sigh. I wish.
Gosh this has been a week of extremes for us. Some massive victories and some frustrating setbacks. On the food front The great After last week’s post, a few people sent me to an Estonian website where you can order freshly prepared, puréed, and deep-frozen single ingredient organic baby food. It turns out that they... Continue Reading →
This week has been an odd one. So many highs but also so many strange not-quite-lows. It was almost like a roller coaster of "OH MY GOSH THIS IS SO EXCITING!" to "Man this sucks -- I hope this is just temporary." This photo kinda sums up our week. I’m happy to be on a... Continue Reading →
Last night, before I went in to feed Eloise for the final time of the day, I peeked in at Brian who was sitting in our office on the couch. With this current diet, things you normally celebrate with —like cakes — are out of the question. So I’d set my mind on the idea... Continue Reading →
"Your job is to find the biggest, most important problems. And solve them." I'm Brian. Eloise's dad. I work as a product manager at a pretty great company. I often get asked what that actually means and, to be fair, I didn't have a clue until I started working at my last company that had... Continue Reading →
It's Friday, February 5th. And it looks like no one will be coming home today.
We brought our camera with us to the hospital. I had dreamed of weary photos of me holding Eloise, exhausted from labor, of Brian bending down next to me laying in the hospital bed, the nurse taking our first out-of-focus photos as a family. But that's not what happened.
Eloise The Tiny Fighter 