Suzanne's Second Estate

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Wednesday, July 22, 2015

How Does He Handle Stress? (Or, How Our Vacation Was Almost Ruined)

The aftermath.

This one is for the single ladies who hope to be married someday.

So, this is about how our vacation was almost ruined. We decided to take a road trip from Colorado to Washington State with three children 4 and under. (Yeah, that sounds like the punchline, but it's not.) Our first day started out great with us leaving the house by 5:30 and already North of Denver by 7. But then ...

Our 2-year-old started to whimper and before we could find an exit, she got sick. All over her clothes. All over her blanket. All over the car seat. We stopped at a gas station and used about half a package of wipes, changed her clothes, gave her kids' Dramamine. I was pretty proud about how quickly and efficiently we took care of the problem, and the car didn't even smell THAT bad (most of the "content" had gone on her clothes).

Ten hours later, we were pulling into Billings, Montana, to meet a friend for dinner, and when we opened the van, we realized our youngest had experienced a similar "event." We used the rest of the wipes and quickly changed her into a clean outfit. (This is a good time to interject that my husband, Kevin, is a packing wizard. He thinks of everything, and his foresight has saved the day more than once.) After we left dinner, we had two more hours of driving until the hotel. The baby was wailing inconsolably, so I switched seats to sit next to her in the back. Thinking she was hungry, I fed her two pear-spinach pouches. And about 20 minutes later, two pear-spinach pouches came back up ... all over the seat (lucky for us, the seat was green to begin with).

We got to the hotel at 10 p.m. with three exhausted children, two soiled car seats and about half a dozen loads of stuff to carry up a flight of stairs to our room. This situation could have ruined our vacation. I was on the brink of wondering if we had made an epic mistake even attempting a road trip with three young children. At 11, we were moved into our room and Kevin went in search of laundry services. At 12, I had finally quieted down our rowdy children, who were showing the effects of being in car seats all day. Let's just say, I did not pass the stress test. I was pretty close to a break-down. But not Kevin. He simply did what had to be done. In this case, that meant sitting in the laundry room until 2 a.m. until the seats, straps, buckles and soiled clothes had been washed. The next morning, he had to painstakingly put the seats back together before we could go somewhere. (We drove through Yellowstone National Park and had a lovely time.)

This is what I saw on the bathroom counter the next morning.

There are many things I appreciate about my husband, but near the top of the list is this ability he has to handle stressful situations—keeping a positive outlook and not giving up. This quality is a huge blessing to our family, especially during this demanding season of life. It reminds me of a blog post I wrote not too long ago about the importance of looking for a spouse who suffers well. This is the same thing, really, just on a smaller scale. But six years—and three kids—into marriage, I see even more now than I used to how important it is to be with someone who can weather the downs of life.

We're now a week and a half into our road trip, and we've had a few other trying moments (I don't suggest road tripping with a newly potty-trained 2-year-old), but nothing as bad as that first day. Our vacation wasn't ruined after all. So, ladies ... as you date, notice how your guy handles stress. How does he respond to problems and inconveniences? Someone who keeps a cool head and calm demeanor in stressful situations will diffuse potential meltdowns. Plus, that kind of person just makes the journey more fun.      

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Why I Quit Writing This Blog ... Twice

There may be a few of you who still have an RSS feed of this blog. I met with a beautiful young woman from Africa this weekend who used to follow this blog when I was single. She said, "I loved to read your blog, and then one day you just quit. You left us hanging." I feel badly that I did that. After I got married in 2009, my life changed drastically. And then at the end of 2010, it changed even more drastically when my son was born. (Most days, I feel like the above picture.)

Can I just tell you that it's been hard. And completely wonderful all at the same time. Sharing your life with someone—and then someones—is amazing. Once you've experienced it, you would never EVER go back. At the same time, so much changes. I remember a time after my oldest child was born that I had an opportunity to go somewhere alone. I climbed into the Toyota Corolla I'd had for 10 years and the smell brought back a rush of sweet memories. It smelled like freedom. It smelled like the days when I could jump into that little car and meet a friend for sushi, or go to the early service at my church, or meet friends for an improv comedy practice or drive through Starbucks on my way to work in the morning. Though replaced by precious gifts, those things had faded so quickly.

If I'm completely honest, I've been reluctant to accept, and especially to embrace, my new identity. I think some women make the leap from single to married to married with kids fairly seamlessly. Not me. And because I am absolutely certain marriage and children are my calling now, I try not to complain. Overall, I think that's a good strategy. But sometimes I am really grieving all those parts of my identity that are gone, and instead of inviting Jesus in to the sadness of it all, I try to be a good little soldier and press on. It's as if I act like nothing has really changed, when it definitely has.

I don't say this to scare you about marriage or having kids. As I said before, the preciousness of these gifts more than make up for the perks of my former existence. But some days I just don't feel like me. I wonder where that girl went and if she's ever coming back. And the truth is, she's probably not. I have been irreversibly altered by marriage and children. I'm not just talking about the extra 30 pounds I'm carrying after having three babies in four years. I'm talking about my heart and my understanding. This burden of love I now carry has changed me forever.

So I quit writing this blog because life got overwhelming (and I spend more time on Facebook), and I have less time to ponder and write about my daily thoughts and activities. It's true—I may not do the cool things I used to, but God is using this new, very different life to refine me and make me more like Him. And that's pretty cool.

(I can't promise I'm back, but I hope to at least write here from time to time. You can also see my blog posts at Boundless.org.)

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Our Journey with Infantile Spasm: Part 4


Visitors like Aunt Lauran made the hospital stay better.

We were allowed to take Josiah home from the hospital on Friday, July 29, six days after he was admitted. The ACTH arrived at our house that morning and after some long hours of discharge paperwork we were able to leave. Our first stop was the pharmacy to get Josiah Prevacid (for stomach upset that could be caused by the steroid) and a back-up seizure medicine in case he had a long-lasting seizure at home.

 

It helps to have a good daddy in situations like these.

We arrived home exhausted but glad to be out of the hospital. Josiah seemed happy to be back in his own bed!

 

Josiah loved getting an extra visit from Nana.

Thanks to a generous friend, my mom was able to fly out two days later. I knew I could use her support as we adjusted to life with Josiah on ACTH. We anticipated moodiness and a raging appetite.
 

We gave Josiah his ACTH shot every morning. Kevin was great at administering the shot, and Josiah handled it like a trooper (as long as he had a bottle). We even got some fun Band-Aids to make the task a little less dreary.

The first week after Josiah started ACTH things seemed to be looking up. His seizures stopped completely within a couple of days and he seemed to have some of his old spunk back. He even shared some giggles with Nana.

On Wednesday we took him to Dr. G for a follow-up EEG. The doctor was concerned because Josiah's brain activity had not normalized as it is supposed to within a few days of starting ACTH. Dr. G was still seeing some hypsarrhythmia—or disorganized, chaotic electrical activity in his brain. The hypsarrhythmia could be evidence that the ACTH was not working, which would lower Josiah's chances of full developmental recovery.

We left the appointment very discouraged. The worst part was not knowing what would happen. Would the seizures stay away? Would Josiah recover developmentally or would he grow up with moderate to severe special needs? The doctor couldn't offer us any answers. "We'll just have to wait and see," he said.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Our Journey with Infantile Spasm Syndrome: Part 3


At his six-month appointment, Josiah had been on track developmentally. Now, just a few days after he was admitted to the children's hospital and diagnosed with Infantile Spasm Syndrome, we were informed by a hospital pediatrician that his motor skills had lapsed to that of a 4 month old. We already missed the smiles and giggles that we had come to know and love in our little boy. It was clear that he wasn't feeling well.


At night, I would stay with Josiah while Kevin went home (there was only one short couch in the room), and during the day Kevin would stay while I ran home for a shower and a nap. The prayers, visits, calls and words of support from our friends and family sustained us during this time. We were blessed to have repeated visit from Kevin's parents and sisters (who live in the area) as well as pastors from our church and friends who brought us meals, flowers and Starbucks. It was those kindnesses and the prayers of so many that lifted us up and gave us peace.

On Tuesday or Wednesday, we began ACTH injections—one shot in the thigh each morning. ACTH (Acthar Gel) is an interesting treatment. It is a steroid that has been used in treating infantile spasm for many years (nearly 30 in Dr. G's case) and yet they don't know exactly how it works. For this reason, it was only recently approved by the FDA (in 2009). This was great news for us, because ACTH is very expensive and used to be difficult to get insurance to cover. According to Wikipedia:
Once relatively inexpensive, Acthar Gel is currently an extremely expensive pharmaceutical product. Prices per vial have been as high as $47,000.
That is how ACTH got its nickname "liquid gold." ACTH also has some really nasty side effects, including the risk of serious bacterial infections, irritability, digestive problems, uncontrollable appetite, high blood pressure and weight gain. As one of the pediatricians told us, "The medicine is almost as nasty as the disease." While on ACTH, Josiah would have to get his blood pressure taken twice a week and take an antacid.


After we started Josiah on ACTH, his spasms stopped entirely within the day. This was encouraging because Dr. G had told us that the best sign that the treatment was working was for the seizures to stop within three days. Dr. G was also watching to see if Josiah's brain activity would normalize. An EEG a few days later revealed that there were still some abnormal electrical charges going on, but we were relieved that Josiah was no longer having noticeable seizures. He also seemed to be regaining some of his former joy.


Feeling better.

We ended up having to stay at the hospital for almost a week. We started Josiah on ACTH about the middle of the week, but we were not allowed to leave the hospital until we could get the medicine delivered to our home (for obvious reasons). Each day, Josiah seemed a little better and by Friday, when it was time to leave, he was even smiling.

We already had so much to be thankful for, but there were still some difficult days ahead.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Our Journey with Infantile Spasm Syndrome: Part 2


One of several EEGs Josiah received at the hospital. He was so good!

We took Josiah to the emergency room on July 23 because we were noticing what appeared to be seizures. Every few hours (especially after he had just awakened), he would roll his eyes to the top of his head and stiffen his arms and legs several times in a row. At the ER, they treated him with oxygen for lethargy and admitted him to the children's hospital.

The next morning, we met our neurologist. (We'll call him Dr. G.) After observing Josiah over the course of a few days, getting an MRI and a spinal tap to rule out brain injury and meningitis, and viewing the results of Josiah's EEG, Dr. G diagnosed him with Infantile Spasm Syndrome. At first this sounded like good news to us, since ISS is an epilepsy that only affects infants and usually fades away sometime between age 2 and 4 (more later on why it wasn't actually good news). Dr. G explained that the best time to diagnose ISS is 2-3 weeks after the onset of symptoms. It seemed that we were on the outside edge of that window, but it was difficult to know, since Josiah's "fooler" stomach bug had kept us from discovering the ISS symptoms sooner.

Dr. G explained that the primary treatment for ISS—a hormone therapy that involved high-dose injections of a steroid called ACTH—held the best success rate for full developmental recovery (80 percent of those treated) when administered early. However, if ACTH didn't work, the next set of anti-seizure treatments were only 20-30 percent effective for stopping the spasms.

And stopping the spasms was our priority. The doctor explained that while these seizures were not causing brain damage, they were stunting Josiah's development, which at his age was just as serious if it continued. But he reassured us that, "In these cases, it's months, not days or even weeks that make a difference." He instructed us to track the frequency of Josiah's spasms throughout the day (and during the night when we noticed them) and made a plan for starting him on ACTH within the next few days.

That night, I looked up Infantile Spasm Syndrome on the Internet. What I read was terrifying (enter the bad news about the ISS diagnosis). I learned that uncontrolled, Infantile Spasm Syndrome causes mental retardation. By the time spasms fade away on their own around 2 or 4 years old, it is too late to regain the development that has been lost. In some worst-case scenarios I found on forums, parents were caring for teenagers who had only developed to a 3-month level. (I wish someone would have shown me this story about a family who had a positive outcome after their son had ISS.) I realized quickly why ISS is considered a "catastrophic form of childhood epilepsy."


"ET Phone Home." Josiah sported this oxygen monitor throughout his stay.

As we prepared to start Josiah on ACTH, I hoped and prayed that we hadn't caught it too late. When you're a parent, an 80 percent success rate isn't good enough. And, What if it doesn't work? was the question that shot fear through my entire being. My husband and I have a strong faith in God and a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. But these are the situations where the rubber meets the road concerning whether you really believe what you say you believe. I know both Kevin and I struggled during the first few days just with the sadness of what was happening. We understood that bad things happen to people—and sweet babies—who don't deserve them. But we also had no reason to question God's goodness or faithfulness. And our journey of faith with Josiah was just beginning ....

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Our Journey with Infantile Spasm Syndrome


Josiah and Mommy in Estes Park, Colo., three weeks before he was diagnosed with Infantile Spasm.

I haven't been keeping up on this personal blog, because I have several other writing outlets that have been consuming my time. However, I want to write about our journey with Infantile Spasm Syndrome (ISS) to help and encourage other parents who are going through the same thing. When our son was diagnosed with it at the end of July 2011, I discovered that very few people had heard of ISS, let alone experienced it. Because of all the unknowns in the diagnosis and treatment of Infantile Spasm (also known as West Syndrome), the condition can be a frightening one for parents to navigate. Note: I am not a doctor. Everything I will be telling you about Infantile Spasm, I have gathered from the Internet and our doctors.

According to the website "Understanding Infantile Spasms" (the most helpful site I found on the condition):

Infantile spasms is an uncommon epilepsy syndrome that typically begins in infancy. Also known as West syndrome, it was first characterized by Dr. William James West in the mid-19th century as he sought help for his own affected child. Infantile spasms is considered to be a “catastrophic childhood epilepsy” due to the difficulty in controlling its symptoms and the developmental problems that can occur as a result of IS.

Infantile Spasms typically begins in the first 4 to 8 months of life and is characterized by flexion (bending and jerking) of the trunk (torso) or neck and extremities (arms and legs). An episode can range from a subtle head jerk to a flexion that lasts for a few seconds. Most often, the spasms occur in clusters.

Infantile spasms are characterized by hypsarrhythmia (hips-A-’rith-mE-uh), a highly disorganized and chaotic pattern of electroencephalogram (EEG) abnormality. The presence of hypsarrhythmia, which does not typically occur with other forms of epilepsy, can help to confirm a diagnosis of IS. Furthermore, there is a strong correlation between hypsarrhythmia and the cognitive impairment (damage) and developmental delays that are often associated with infantile spasms. That’s why an EEG is so important; it helps determine what the underlying disorder is that needs to be treated.


Our son was born in December. Up until 7 months, he was a bright, happy, normally-developing baby. Around July 1, he contracted a stomach bug. I took him to the pediatrician twice and each time they said that it was going around and he might not act like himself for several weeks. This illness is what our neurologist later referred to as a "fooler." It had nothing to do with the ISS, but it interfered with our ability to recognize that something else was going on.


We thought his lethargy was due to a stomach bug he got around July 4.

During the first three weeks of July, Josiah was lethargic and exhibited some other unusual symptoms, such as his head dropping suddenly during feedings and rolling his eyes up several times in a row. I called the pediatrician each time but was told that babies do a variety of "new" things at this age and I should just keep an eye on him and not be concerned. Finally, the third week, we took him in for the eye rolling symptom. Our doctor was on vacation, but the doctor we saw suspected they could be minor seizures and encouraged us to schedule an EEG.

Let me insert an important note here: If you are ever told to order an EEG for your baby, call a neurologist immediately. He or she can schedule it within 48 hours. The referral process my pediatrician ordered, scheduled Josiah's EEG for a month and a half later! (Four days after I scheduled that appointment, he was in the hospital.)

Infantile Spasm is just rare enough that many pediatricians have never seen a case of it. Therefore, unless they are erring WAY on the side of caution or have the diagnostic skills of Greg House, there's a good chance they won't catch it in a timely manner—and timely is crucial with IS. On Thursday we took Josiah to the doctor. Saturday morning we called the office again to report that he now was stiffening his limbs each time his eyes rolled up. The nurse told us she would tell our pediatrician on Monday but that we were, of course, free to take him to the ER if we were uncomfortable with waiting. Thanks to the prompting of my mother-in-law and sister-in-law, who had witnessed the spasms, we took him to the ER that morning.

The ER staff was very concerned about how lethargic and unresponsive Josiah was and immediately put him on oxygen. They also ordered blood work and admitted him to children's hospital. I will continue this story in my next post, but the old advice is true: When it comes to your child, follow your intuition. If you think something is wrong, it probably is, and the cost of an ER visit or an EEG is a small price to pay to make sure everything is alright.

Sunday, June 05, 2011

Picnic



Today we went to a picnic for children's ministry partners. It felt like it was about 100 degrees, but we sat in the shade and little buddy had a good time.



Trying to get a good picture of his new summer outfit.



I love my boys!