Blogging the life of a little girl with a rare chromosome 2q24.3q32.1 deletion
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 →
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 →
At times, it feels like the “problems” never stop. We solve one problem, then another pops up that’s just as big. Or bigger. I guess that’s life with Eloise. No rest. Sigh.
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.
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 →
We’ve got a few new problems. But they are ones I’m glad to have.
I still cannot for the life of me imagine why anyone who doesn't have a newly diagnosed baby with some sort of chromosome abnormality would want to read these insanely boring weekly updates about our lives. I feel almost guilty writing it all up, but it's become a helpful exercise for me to reflect on what went well, and what we may need to focus on a bit more.
As far as I could tell, the only areas I had Brian beat in the parenting department were milk production and the uncanny ability to hear Eloise waking up in the middle of the night. (Brian can sleep through anything.)
Eloise turned 7 months old yesterday. Sadly, though, this past week has been a rougher one for her. We seemed to have moved backwards a little on the pain front. The good news, though, is that we moved forwards in a few other pretty great areas. Eloise through the months. ❤️ Steps back: Food and... Continue Reading →
This last week, Brian and I just kept locking eyes, laughing and saying, "She is doing SO great!" Gosh it's been good for our souls. https://videopress.com/v/5DicIO1S?resizeToParent=true&preloadContent=metadata Brian has quickly noticed Eloise likes his beat-boxing. Those giggles -- we live for them. I have now seen that a number of kiddos with her deletion didn't laugh... 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 →
"But she'll never be normal." - said me "Well, who is really normal these days anyway?" - said a bunch of people It's a snippet that's been on repeat in conversations over these last few months. However, I didn't think much about the concept until I read, "Raising a Rare Girl" by Heather Lanier. I’ll... Continue Reading →
I’ve been working on this post about hope for many weeks, sorting through my feelings. At first, when Eloise was born, I felt sure she’d be okay. But then we got the diagnosis and our worlds fell apart. I stopped hoping for a long while. Yet that whisper of hope has been creeping back in. But so has another voice, which might even be better in the end.
March 20, 2021 This was originally published on facebook shortly after we received Eloise's diagnosis in 2021. So much to write. So little time. https://youtu.be/dPsNhKL27r4 This week, according to "wonder weeks" she should have given her first smile and tracked objects for short periods of time with her eyes.Smiles have not arrived yet, but apparently... Continue Reading →
This was written on facebook about a week after we got Eloise's original diagnosis. For Eloise, I’d always thought the formula looked like this: Hope = Eloise will be a healthy “normal” kid (or, well, let’s face, it, extraordinary is what I was imagining since she’s ours) But it just can’t look like that. I don’t... Continue Reading →
Eloise The Tiny Fighter 