Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Feel Better Bag.


You know how you take your child to get a shot and promise an ice cone for afterwards? Something small and sweet to put a smile back on there little faces.
Well, when you have a chronically ill child with oral aversions and digestion issues, the ocational "ice cream" treat just doesn't cut it.....
You see, sometimes my son  has multiple appointments weekly. We've been driving 4 hours round trip to Children's at least once a week plus the normal "well check", shots, etc. For the last 4 1/2 years, I'd promise him a gift from the hospital gift shop. So, now he owns everything under $10 in that gift shop..... half of it's broken, the other half deflated....
After a meltdown from a long day and an indecisive boy at the Children's hospital gift shop a week ago, his home health nurse suggested we fill a bag from the dollar store, put it in the back of the car and every time he has an appointment, etc., he picks a treat from the "feel better bag".
BOOOM!
The world is a happier place....or at least our drive home is more peaceful.❤️
AND......He had SO much fun making it!







Sunday, August 16, 2015

Let Him Live.





Every year since my husband and I  got married, we've traveled the 8+ hour trip to spend a week at our favorite beach with extended family. 
We've done it with nursing babies, teething babies, potty training toddlers, motion sick preschoolers, a tube fed baby but never (not until this year) an IV dependent, medicine needing and tube fed 4 year old that wakes up multiple times a night sick and in pain. 
When Case got his central line in January, I can honestly say I was hesitant taking this yearly trip. 
When he then landed in the hospital 5 times in 5 months this year with infection, low platelets and various other problems, I was convinced we shouldn't go. 
All we had to bring. Things I couldn't just pick up at Walmart if I forgot it.....The billions of bacteria I was sure we're just waiting to crawl in his line...All of it scared me and I'd consider myself one that isn't easily fearful. It would have "just been easier to skip the trip". 
Then, during one of our April admissions I talked to one of my favorite Drs on his Intestinal Care team. Long story short, she said to "let him live". Told me all the precautions. He couldn't swim but he could splash once I cover the crap out of the line and dressing. 
It was those words, "let him live" that hit a feeler deep in my heart. 
Yes, we'd have to scope out the nearest hospital. Yes, there was a chance he'd wind up life flighted back to PA with infection, a broken line, etc., etc. (I thought of every worse case scenario). 
Truth is, it would be easier to keep him home. Heck, it'd be easiest to make him a bubble boy! But we didn't. Not because we're irresponsible or selfish but because we need to "let him live." 
In January of this year he was diagnosed with intestinal failure on top of his dozens of other diagnosis'....and the reality is, we don't know what tomorrow brings. 
We hope to give him every opportunity possible to be a boy. To explore and enjoy life outside the four walls of the hospital. 
Is it easy? Heck no. It's hard work! There are tubes and pumps. Puke and medication. 
Just a day trip requires so many supplies and medicines, syringes and stops but this summer was the summer we "let him live."
From the beach to fishing and amusement parks, Case and our little family lived in the moment and were blessed to enjoy the summer together. 
We're there hospital trips, a broken central line and other shenanigans? Yes. Was it because I was irresponsible and not careful, no. It's because this new life, this crazy journey is full of unknowns but those unknowns won't stop us from "letting him LIVE!" 



Sunday, August 9, 2015

Made for His glory.

"Babies are like computer programs. Lots of pieces put together to make one big picture. YOUR baby's programming is all wrong...."-one of my many, many OBGYNs during my very complicated pregnancy. 

My baby was "made wrong"....sick inside of me. No mater how healthy I ate. No mater the fact that I didn't smoke, do drugs or drink, my baby was disabled. He was full of health problems and I prayed. I prayed he'd live. I prayed that if he didn't, I'd have the grace a peace to say goodbye and still exist....I prayed for healing. I prayed for peace in the storm but above all else, I prayed for God's perfect will to shine through the darkness. 
Did I believe God could heal my baby completely? Yes. Did I pray for that? Sometimes but above all else I prayed my heart would stay thankful in ALL circumstances and that this tiny life inside me would bring God glory. 
Fast forward 4 1/2 years. God didn't heal my child and that's okay. I'm at peace with that. Does my heart break a little with every surgery, every procedure, every time they put him under, blow IVs, hold him down? Yes but God can put that back together. He gives me strength along the journey. Sometimes, strength is my only choice. Do I think I'm not Christian enough? Not worthy of a heathy son? Not Godly enough? Do I think God punished me for not being "enough"? Absolutely not. 
My child....no...God's child was made perfectly imperfect and I'm okay with that. 
John 9:2-3

 2.His disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?”

3 "Neither this man nor his parents sinned,” said Jesus, “but this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him.