Thursday, January 17, 2019


When Sonzee’s oldest sister began Kindergarten I wrote a blog post wondering what it would be like when it would be Sonzee’s turn to do the same.  I have this constant inner battle trying to emotionally prepare for future scenarios such as that while trying to protect myself from the possibility that another scenario could take its place.  This past week has been birthday week at our house again.  Today is the day before Sonzee’s oldest sister turns 9.  A birthday that is a milestone simply because it is the LAST single digit birthday she will ever celebrate.  A thought I honestly probably never would have considered if it weren’t for Sonzee.

As I was getting ready to take a shower, abandoning the idea of writing a blog post, the post began to write itself.  What chapter will Sonya’s Story be on 5 years from now,  What will have unfolded in the days, weeks, months, and years between now and then.  Will I be in a state of shock that we would be 3 weeks from a celebration I was fairly doubtful would occur?  Or will I be mentally preparing for the day in a completely different manner?

There are situations that parents should never ever have to consider, fates they should never have to entertain, obstacles that should never need to be overcome.  There are realities parents should never have to face, yet unfortunately so many have to.  When you are faced in such a slimy predicament, the most difficult part is allowing yourself to dream of the less “expected” outcome becoming the reality.  It is telling yourself that maybe, just maybe things will work out differently than you can allow yourself to anticipate.  It is trying to convince yourself that it is OK to think positive because you might actually not get hurt doing so.

Living life with a medically complex and fragile child is working really hard at playing devils advocate in the opposite manner and challenging yourself to believe that your child could defy unknown odds.  What I personally find the absolutely hardest thing to process when it comes to mentally “preparing” is overcoming the notion that no matter how many wars we win, ultimately, at some point in time, the unsugar coated reality of this type of life means that we will lose the is just a matter of while we wait for “when”, I have to sometimes require myself to celebrate all the nows.

The Mighty Contributor

Monday, January 14, 2019


We were able to get away this weekend and have a much needed and anticipated break.  I use the term "break" lightly because really no matter where we go, or how much of a relaxing environment we find ourselves in, or how beautiful the scenery, we really cannot just "take a break" from having a child who is complete 24/7 care.  The distraction of being in a different location sort of helps to redirect our attention, but there is no forgetting or really even pausing of the life we are living.  It does, however, give our family a different experience and allows for other opportunities for us all to bond and for our kids to maybe feel that their lives are not just about their sister.

I really did my best to be entirely in the moment the whole time we were away.  There, of course, was the relocation of our home mini hospital, alarm reminders for medications, time spent making and starting/stopping her j-feeds, TPN preparation and infusion, machines beeping, daily seizures, middle of the night seizures, and naturally, middle of the night alarms ringing.  These parts of our life don't just get to be put on hold because we want to venture to the snow, but they are a small price to pay for being able to do just that with Sonzee.  The memories we made will stay with all of us forever, and we all had the "best time ever".

I have not lived in snowy conditions for 29.5 years and maybe I am crazy, but being out in the snow brought such a level of happiness to my soul.  Maybe it is because I was only a child when we moved that the thought of being in the snow brings me utter excitement?  I don't have negative memories of shoveling snow or scraping away ice on a car windshield.  I don't remember if there were struggles getting in and out of the car in snow gear.  I remember weekend ski trips and having fun with shovels in the front yard of our house.  Maybe it is because I was just a young child with no cares in the world and winter was my happy place that I have this pull and desire to spend as much time as possible in a winter wonderland?

There is this beauty in the fact that white flakes fall from a darkened sky and erase any evidence of what happened the day before.  The ground after even only a few hours creates a fresh canvas, allowing something brand new to unfold; a new story to be told.  The view is always beautiful and breathtaking.  The perfect picture painting of the contrast of life that is so apparent.  Mountains covered by clouds, but with green pine trees visible holding the weight of pounds of white snow.  House roofs covered in even sheets of white, dirt ground hidden, wildlife easily visible if they are out.  It really is just a miraculous thing to see.  While the outside imagery doesn't do much if anything to change what goes on behind the windows you may be viewing from, it gives you the opportunity to take a moment to reflect on the potential that could be, even if its brief, and even if its quickly erased, because you never know if something even more beautiful will present itself tomorrow.

The Mighty Contributor

Wednesday, January 9, 2019


Over the past 3 years and almost 11 months I have experienced a lot of internal emotions.  At the beginning, it was much easier to keep things bottled inside.  Her seizures didn't happen during the day for the first year or so of her life.  I didn't have to have conversations about her, because most people weren't aware that anything was going on.  I was more outwardly private starting out on this journey.  I have never liked to wear my emotions on my sleeves and I had not experienced enough to lose my ability to keep my emotions together.  I was a completely different person than the person I am now.

I am unsure if it is good or bad, but my ability to keep my emotions in check has lessened and lessened.  There are days if I am looked at the wrong way I get tears in my eyes.  If a song plays on the radio that strikes a cord, my eyes become watery.  If things are feeling overwhelming and someone says the "wrong" thing my patience runs thin, and I really, really, really have zero patience for stupidity.

It is amazing to me the amount of adrenaline that can course through a persons veins, accumulating, just waiting for the perfect moment to make you completely erupt, and trust me, you really do need to get it all out.  However, you are never quite sure when the moment will happen that you will become old faithful.  But at some point all of the emotions, all of the anxiety compounded with the entire weight of life will come together and form the perfect storm. 

And then one day, you may find yourself sitting at a table with a group of friends, listening to a semi heated conversation, not knowing if you should be laughing or crying at the exchange that is going on.  You won't be aware of the fact that you are holding your breath during the entire exchange.  Suddenly it becomes obvious your hands are shaking and that you aren't sure if air is moving in or out of your lungs.  You will accept the fact that you have no control over anything that is going on and you know you are having trouble catching your breath.  You will start to laugh and cry simultaneously while trying to actually breathe, and focusing on it will only make you more overwhelmed.  You might feel semi embarrassed that everything is occuring in public but at the same time, the space feels safe and small and you are thankful and relieved that you are finally letting every little thing out.

And in that moment you realize that it is not just about what is going on at that moment.  You subconsciously realize you are in a safe space, with people who care about you and who are there for you.  They may not fully be able to comprehend the situation you are in, but they are still ready, willing, and always there by your side in some way shape or form during this insane journey, over and over again, no matter how much of history repeats or how often.  And after things begin to calm down, and the entire show in all of its glory comes to a close, you now know who to call that the next time you need to have that months long buildup release get out of your system so you can start to mentally heal.  

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Monday, January 7, 2019

Life isn't...

I can't seem to shake the words Sonzee's GI doctor said to us during one of our visits over the past year when we were debating putting her on gut rest.  The words keep taunting me, popping up during every diaper change, every time we put the thermometer into her ear, every time we pick her up and carry her, during every transition, every time we get her dressed, and really every time she moves.  During and for at least 1-5 minutes after each and every one of those previously mentioned activities she screams out loud and cries hysterically while her body trembles and shakes. 

"I don't know if it will help, because her body will find something else to interpret as pain".

I keep telling myself but for two weeks she was perfectly happy.  It was only after we did the infusion for her bones that the proverbial avalanche started.  The one that we still cannot seem to get to the bottom of.  Was it just a trigger?  Will the pain eventually dissipate?  Did we just divert the pain but not really solve anything?  Is this just a small bump in the road on the path to recovery, or is this going to be her new norm?  Did we not only lose the happy bear we were so beyond excited to meet and get to know but instead make things worse for her?  Did we just spend 22 days inpatient for nothing?  Did we introduce a vessel of potential bacteria that could kill her for nothing? 

How much longer will this last?  Why does every good intention end with a huge lump in the back of my throat and tears in my eyes?  Why does she always have to suffer at our expense?  I want to just fall to my knees and scream, we are just trying to help her, WHY??? why is it another thing?! Why can't she be given a break?!?  Just once I would like a decision we make on her behalf to actually help her and not cause a secondary backlash.  Was it the solution to the gut pain?  Was this going to occur despite the "GI pain distraction/elimination" no matter when we did the bone infusion? If not the bone infusion would it have been something else? 

Sadly, I have played this game before.  We have been here so many times I only wish I was numb to it.  I know that we won't ever receive any answers to any of the above questions.  We will simply have to let time give us some cryptic answer that won't be straightforward and will likely only come from us having to make another educated guess.  Life isn't always perfect.  Life isn't always easy, and life certainly does not always make sense.

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Friday, January 4, 2019

Best of your todays

From the time Sonzee was a little baby Sam has always said that my happiness directly correlates to how she is doing overall.  When we find ourselves in a time period where we are walking on "Sonzee eggshells" in terms of her response to whatever discomfort she is experiencing it is difficult for my attitude and overall demeanor to not be a mirror.  When she has a bad seizure day, a challenging GI day, or is just not up to much, the reflection in me is clear.  I have become a master at hiding my outward appearances, but a good portion of the time, I do not have the energy to shelve the reality.  On the flip side, when she is having a great day, you might as well call me Burt from Mary Poppins when he is doing the penguin dance.

As a parent its in our nature to want only what is best for our children.  We want them to first and foremost to be happy, once that occurs everything else seems to fall into place.  For those of you who think, wonder, or say "I can't imagine how you do it" when it comes to the situations we are faced with, it is beyond words for me to properly convey what it is like to constantly watch your child go through setback after setback when the starting point isn't even that great, to begin with.  Happiness is unfortunately not as simple as it seems to be with our typical children, and it is exhausting on many levels to try to make things even just tolerable for her. 

There are definitely moments throughout the day, albeit sometimes they flicker similar to that of a lightning bug, where a smile appears across her face.  Sometimes it is actually purposeful versus the ones that are simply a precursor for seizure activity.  Occasionally she will smirk in response to a statement made to her and it is actually voluntary.  There are times that catch us off guard with her reciprocal social participation.  It is during these times and moments that I feel like a charging battery.  Each little event gives me enough energy to continue pushing through.  It's in these little moments that everything is worth it.  Despite finishing our days on average with less of the positive it is in those sparks of positivity that fill my dreams of hope, and leave me saying to her "and may the best of your todays be the worst of your tomorrows".

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