Brian and I have spent 16 Christmases together and I canโt remember a single one where we gave one another gifts. Iโm also pretty certain weโve had a home with no tree more often than weโve had one. You see, I love the concept of Christmas โ being close to your loved ones during the... Continue Reading →
Send help. She will only eat my food.
One of the things I was strangely looking forward to in parenthood was our future child stealing food off of my plate. Then when we got Eloiseโs diagnosis and saw many kids on feeding tubes, we realized it might not ever happen. Then when we discovered Eloise had severe food intolerances at the beginning of... Continue Reading →
I think weโre turning a corner ๐ค
โDo you think itโs all the people who have been praying? Because this almost happened right after you put up that post.โ - Brian
Her worst seizure week ever ๐ฅบ
I keep thinking, โRight. Today is going to be better than yesterday.โ Then it isnโt. To give you a bit of context of โnormalโ seizures for Eloise: Worst seizure control time (pre correct meds): December 2021 โ 51 seizures Best seizure control time: May-July 2022 โ 1 seizure total August โ 12 seizures September (she... Continue Reading →
No rest for the weary
Man itโs been a rough season around here. The good news, I hope, is that itโs just a season. I had planned to write about our shorter-than-expected long Tartu hospital stay. But that plan got derailed yesterday when seizures started. But letโs give you a little background. A few weeks ago (after that weekend of... Continue Reading →
18 months โ what a ride
July was our first month where both Brian and I were back at work. It was also a big month for so many other reasons. It was the month we took our first big family trip (a work-cation to the southern Estonian city of Tartu)the month Eloise developed some strange movements that took us to... Continue Reading →
Apparently itโs time for a dog
I grew up with dogs, but always thought of myself as more of a cat person. Brian is more extreme. Heโs told almost everyone we know for as long as Iโve known him that he doesnโt like dogs. Eloise, unlike her parents, doesnโt discriminate โ she seems to like all furry animals.
Two sides of the same coin
While training to be a counselor, a friend once said he learned never to assume you know what emotion someone has about an event. "Maybe a woman just lost her long time husband and you think, 'Gosh, I'm sorry, that must have been tough.' But you never know. Maybe he was a violent alcoholic and so her reaction was actually, 'Thank God he's gone. I'm finally free!'" So when you watch this video of Eloise, do you feel pity? Excitement? Or maybe even anger and frustration?
60 weeks: De-cluttering more than stuff
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 →
59 weeks: Rested, teething, but happier
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.
58 weeks: Finally some relief
All over the Western world we're experiencing a bit of collective grief. It's sad and weird and all kinds of things living in the middle of a country being invaded to the south of us. But life must go on. And, it feels weird to say it, but this week has been a breath of fresh air for us -- when it comes to Eloise.
“What would make you leave?” Facing ourselves.
It had been a tough few weeks and Eloise was finally napping, so Brian and I were scurrying around the house to do a quick cleanup. As I was loading the dishwasher, Brian paused what he was doing, looked at me, and casually threw out a question. "What is our own trigger point? When would we consider fleeing Estonia if Russia invaded?"