This isn't a fairy tale. Our lives have been forever changed by Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia. We're just trying to find a way to make it work.
Thursday, January 29, 2015
The Best Things In Life Are Free
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Loose Thread
Finding My New Path
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
My Top App Picks
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
You Don't Tell A Boy No
Creative Thinking
Monday, January 12, 2015
Click Click Click
Saturday, January 10, 2015
The Weak Link
There are times,
Days,
Moments,
When I wish my son understood the limits of his lungs.
Why on some days he shouldn't be running,
Shouldn't laugh too much.
Shouldn't be the hyper little boy that he is.
And then I feel guilty.
Guilty for telling him to stop running,
Laughing,
Playing like a healthy boy.
So instead I stop myself.
I let him be free,
If only for a little while.
I've had to learn to take things in stride.
But even then it's hard.
I try to cover up his sick lungs,
Implement story time,
Movie time.
Snack time.
I get down on the floor with him to play cars,
Blocks,
Trains,
Anything that requires a few minutes of sit down time.
We do breathing treatments as needed.
More on some days then others.
Lately it's been more.
He's only 3 year old.
He shouldn't have limits on how much he can run,
Or play,
Or laugh.
He shouldn't get exhausted by eating,
Or drinking.
But that's the nature of his lungs.
The nature of the disease that plagues us every day.
Chronic Lung Disease.
Maybe it's been harder lately because he's had more flare ups.
Two weeks worth of flare ups.
It's hard on all of us to see him go through this.
We all know when it's time for a treatment.
Me,
Hubby,
6 year old sister,
Even 3 year old Liam.
Sometimes when the treatments are close together,
He will fight them.
I don't blame him.
So we try to make it fun.
Read books,
Play with trains or cars,
Watch tv.
I keep praying he will get better.
Have less limits.
I have to have faith that that will be the case.
Friday, January 9, 2015
Break is almost over
School is almost back in session which means going back to worry about pickups, lunches, homework and IEP's. I'm mainly worried about Liam's IEP. And since I'm no longer "allowed" to just stay in class with him whenever I feel the need too, I won't know how he's handling his days because they don't recognize when he's overstimulated and refuse to stay him away from the situation when he needs it. Instead I'll have to deal with the effects from wens through Mondays because it takes him that long to get over it. It hurts him. It had a long term effect and no matter how many times I tell them they just don't listen.
His first day back is wensday and I'm already nervous and agitated over this. I don't know exactly what I'm doing to do to rectify the situation. Talking to them hasn't helped. I don't have many other choices left. Maybe talk to his pedi about it and see what he recommends? If I pull him out what will that do? He won't get any therapies he needs then. He's only even getting PT at school when he's also supposed to get speech and OT.
I'm not looking forward to the kids going back one bit.
Saturday, January 3, 2015
A look back
3 years ago today Liam started pulling himself up into a standing position. We were all so proud of him. It was a moment we had worked so hard for.
Perfectly Imperfect
Friday, January 2, 2015
Getting Through Today
(I'm never pain free), but my energy level is up allowing me to actually get some chores done without feeling like my body was being put through a meat grinder. I have been taking full advantage of this increase in energy and getting as much done as I can every day. I listen to my body and take breaks and I admit I wish I had enough energy to do a deep clean through the entire house, but that's not the case. My kitchen has been staying clean everyday for the last 4 days. All the dishes are done by the end of each day. My counter tops stay cleaned off and disinfected, the floor swept daily. I was able to make a deeper clean in the kitchen as well as my bedroom. Oddly the colder it gets the better I feel. This is the first time in a year and 3 months that I've felt relatively normal. I thank God for the relief, even if it's small, it's still an improvement.