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 →
In September, Brian casually plopped down on the couch next to me. It was a really stressful season for us. Brian started. "Hey. I just wanted to get your permission before I bought this thing." Over our 15+ years of marriage, we've always "asked permission" from the other before we buy a large ticket item.... Continue Reading →
Brian and I have spent 16 Christmases together and I can’t remember a single one where we gave one another gifts. I’m also pretty certain we’ve had a home with no tree more often than we’ve had one. You see, I love the concept of Christmas — being close to your loved ones during the... Continue Reading →
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 had been pretty good about writing weekly updates about Eloise, then they became biweekly updates, then monthly updates. Then I went back to work and they disappeared altogether. But I hope to begin them again because it always helps me celebrate and savor all her gains. If you haven't been following, gosh it's been... Continue Reading →
For most “normal” kids, the most interesting things around them seem to be other humans. But not Eloise. As her vision improved earlier this year, we noticed that in addition to being attracted to lights, Eloise was also attracted to something new — our cat. Who did not exactly return the affection. Soon, though, to... Continue Reading →
I grew up with dogs, but always thought of myself as more of a cat person. Brian is more extreme. He’s told almost everyone we know for as long as I’ve known him that he doesn’t like dogs. Eloise, unlike her parents, doesn’t discriminate — she seems to like all furry animals.
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?
Sometime during my years growing from a child into an adult, I internalized the idea that I was never doing enough. Besides that -- I decided back then -- whatever I did do was never good enough. If I had a school project, it couldn't just be "good enough," it needed to be over-the-top amazing.... 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 →
This kid takes forever to grow a new tooth -- does anyone else have a kid who takes a month to grow one? But when we got such incredibly great news this week, it's hard to really complain.
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!
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. 🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾
1 new tooth, 1 stuffy nose, 1 pair of shoes, 1 scheduled hospital visit, 1 struggling-to-nap baby, 8 appointments, and 10 days of no seizures = a set of exhausted yet hopeful parents.
Overall, really, this has just been a fantastic week. We don't get to say that often, so I'll savor this time while it lasts.
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.
I feel so much lighter than last week -- for so many reasons. Even though we had a short setback, we really had a lot to be encouraged about.
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.
With a 16-day pause from seizures (although today they came back 😥), it gave Brian and I some time to start thinking about our own needs, planning for her future, and enjoying the fact that she is still developing.
Eloise is 11 months old, wow! Looking back, wow we have so much more capacity this week than we did a month ago. I think there are quite a few things contributing.
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.
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 →
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 →
"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 →
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 →
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.
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 