57 weeks: Not our best moments

This has been one heckuva week for all 3 of us. Apparently the stress of feeling like we’re constantly fighting — to get Eloise to eat, to get Eloise to nap, to get Eloise’s pain under control — has been taking a toll on us. Add on the fact that her seizures returned for 24 hours and for a minute there we were convinced we were gonna go back to the hospital and 😢. Yeah. It’s not been our best moments.

Strategies to thrive for when life sucks

Life with Eloise is an absolute and utter joy. Until it isn't. We will find a way to take care of this kid and take care of ourselves and take care of our relationship. And we won't accept a life of merely existing in pain as an option. We will thrive while we do it. We're not there yet, but we've made a lot of progress. This is that progress. Part 2 of "Time to re-learn Teamwork".

Hospital miracles and redemption

We returned last night from our planned Tartu inpatient hospital stay. So. 👏 Much. 👏 Good. 👏 News. 👏 There's no way to easily explain it all in an instagram story or a tiny facebook post, so blogpost here we go!

55 weeks: 17 days seizure-free

Between Eloise's tooth still coming in and her practicing all kinds of new skills, we have been so encouraged this week. Yet like most parents, we've still been pretty worn out by all of her crying and not sleeping. Thankfully, though, her fussy period shouldn't last much longer. At least we hope. 🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾

52 weeks: We ❤️ our virtual village (you)

Unlike probably many parents in similar positions, you could say this statement is true of us, "As the parent of adorable Eloise -- who is definitely very disabled -- I am so thankful every time I hear, 'Have you tried [insert unsolicited advice here]? It has saved us so much heartache and pain, and I think it will continue to. We wouldn't have made it without our virtual village." At least at this stage in Eloise's life. So many many many many things we have learned and been able to help Eloise with so far have all come from suggestions from those who read this blog -- many of whom began as total strangers to us. So let me just say a huge thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

50 weeks: Hospitalized. Again.

We always expected that Eloise's 16 day seizure-free streak was only temporary. What we did not expect, however, is that her seizures would come back and almost immediately send us back to the hospital. All seizures suck. But SCN1A-related seizures are especially brutal.

Operation: Keep Eloise (Well)

If you're new to our blog, in addition to a bunch of other issues related to her chromosome deletion, Eloise started having regular seizures right after she turned 9 months old. As best as we can tell, not only will it (likely) be hard to control her seizures, but we are going to need to do far more than just keep trying various medications on her. So that's why Brian and I sat down this week to come up with this: Operation Keep Eloise (well).

Our 2022 word just might change our lives

I can’t remember the last time I made a New Year’s resolution. And I never really understood that trend to pick a “word” for the next year. Yet here we are. With a word to help guide our lives in 2022. But it means way more than I’d ever imagined. And I think it has the potential to change our lives.

47 weeks: Some seizure hope

Even though I feel hesitant to write it out in case I jinx it, I can't help but celebrate. Y'all, 4 out of 7 days this week were seizure-free. Hip, hip hooray! That has felt so hopeful. But I feel way more hope this week, especially around seizures.

45-46 weeks: Still much to celebrate

You know, living with her seizures do suck, but we are determined not to let them steal our joy. This little munchkin is still adorable and incredible. So it's time for an actual update, even if it is two weeks rolled into one. Because I want to celebrate the great stuff that's been happening, too.

44 weeks: The seizure marathon

At times, I swear our life is a soap opera. It's like a strange telenovela written in a mold-infested basement by an author who lives off caffeine and cigarettes. So many unexpected twists and turns -- not all of them pleasant.

43 Weeks: Her tooth is here

It's been nearly a month now since that Saturday we rushed to the hospital with Eloise. You'd think we would be back in the swing of regular life by now but, strangely, we aren't. It almost feels like Brian and I are starting over from scratch.

40-42 weeks: Treasures from trials

To say we’ve had a few rough patches over the last weeks may be an understatement. In case you missed recent events I posted about on Eloise's facebook group and the stories of Eloise's instagram page, I'll recap it. And then move on to those treasures I mentioned. The very short version On Saturday, November... Continue Reading →

Surviving one of our nightmares

Another seizure. This time longer. 40 minutes. In those moments, especially when Eloise gets a sudden breather for a half second before the seizures return and freeze her little body over and over, it’s heartbreaking. It feels like pain is all there is, and pain is all there will ever be. But I know tomorrow... Continue Reading →

39 Weeks: Maybe solids were magic

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 →

38 Weeks: Mushed Banana Giggles

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 →

I want to choose her

At least once each day, as Brian holds Eloise, he pauses and turns his full attention to me. Then, with his voice breaking from the emotion of it, he says, "I know our baby girl has so many problems, but I wouldn't give this up. I would still choose this life with her even knowing... Continue Reading →

36 Weeks: Trying to wait it out

It’s weeks like these that I am so enormously grateful that Brian is staying at home, too. Just last night as I was going to bed I looked over at him. “Brian, you staying at home with us has been a great decision.” “I completely agree. It was the right move.” Brian responded. “Can you imagine what it would be like if you were still working?” “It would be rough.” “I would not be okay mentally. I really wouldn’t. The amazing thing is that right now even in the midst of tough stuff, I actually feel like myself. I’m so grateful.”

A threat we never saw coming

I wish I could say I am completely immune to looking for -- and preparing for -- danger in all the wrong places. That I'm somehow more mature and more wise and can magically predict the future. But, regardless how much I've tried to neutralize known threats when it comes to Eloise's health, it seems I have fallen into the same trap as mankind.

35 Weeks: This was a rough one

This last week we put half-full bottle after half-full bottle in the fridge feeding after feeding throughout each day. And, every night, as we gazed at a refrigerator shelf full of untouched milk, Brian and I looked at each other with knots in our stomachs and concern on our faces. Considering just a week before she had a day where she ate more than I pumped, it was extremely worrying that nearly half of her milk was uneaten now. Something had to be wrong. Really really wrong.

Control is an illusion

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 →

34 Weeks: The big solution

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.

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑