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 Eloise’s 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’d like to stop worrying now, thanks

They sent us home from the hospital on Tuesday the 7th, a little over 2 weeks after we first arrived -- far earlier than I'd expected. I was hoping to write a post about how after speaking to a psychologist I now have a much better undrstanding of my feelings around the feeding tube. I was hoping to write a post about how it's now been nearly 3 weeks with no visible seizures. I was hoping to write a post about how glad I am that we're home. And all that is true.

Her seizures stopped — but I’m crying

I should be jumping for joy. I should be writing a post about how incredible this is after weeks of seizure after seizure after seizure -- because it is. It really does feel like a miracle. Eloise's doctor even shed a few tears when she found out. Because we were all shocked. That's what I want to want to write about. But I'm not. (Okay, well, we did start with that.) Really, instead, I've been crying.

Practicing for a vacation

Back in May, the idea of a taking a holiday together as a family seemed impossible. At the time, Eloise still hated being in a stroller or carrier (all 5 carriers we tried) for more than just a few minutes. Not to mention any time we tried to bring her to a place outside our home — like the grocery store — she’d show her displeasure quickly by screaming and arching herself backwards over and over. So the thought of going on a nature walk on a trail or even to a restaurant seemed like a distant dream.

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?

16 months: Renovations, toys, and equipment

It feels like Eloise's development has slowed down a little this last week. Other than the fact that we can now cut several of her finger nails without screaming (thanks in large part to her beginning to touch different textures with her hands, which helps her get used to something touching them). And the fact that she hasn't had a seizure for over a month now -- the longest she's gone without them since they started. Regardless of it seeming like her development is slowing down, though, there's a lot more stuff that IS speeding up.

She works so hard

This kid works so hard. It melts your heart. To help practice biting and chewing, we’ve started giving her a freshly baked cheese roll or cinnamon roll a few times a day. (God bless pre-frozen pastries and our air fryer that cooks them in minutes. 😍) These days she’s still refusing most food with her... Continue Reading →

15 months: Digging roads for Eloise

Back in December, when seizures were still new to us, I remember a phone call I had with our doctor in Tallinn at the time. "How's Eloise's seizures?" "Well, she's having anywhere between 5-8 per day." "Okay. Well, contact me if it gets worse." I remember feeling stunned. But, Tartu? "I want you to contact me every time Eloise has a seizure." "Wait. Every time? I'll be writing you a lot." "Yes, every time. I don't mind." And that interaction basically sums up how different the care feels in Tartu versus Tallinn.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 →

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.”

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