Blogging the life of a little girl with a rare chromosome 2q24.3q32.1 deletion
Today is Easter Sunday -- a day where many all over the world celebrate hope. The year Eloise was born, I made her birth announcement on Good Friday, with the faith that, someday, her life would be a story of great joy rather than of grief and sorrow. As I type, however, that day has... Continue Reading →
For the third time since we came home less than a month ago, Eloise has a virus. Which now means days of almost constant seizures. Considering she just had 5 days in a row of only 1-2 seizures per day and was beginning to act like herself again, this super sucks. So yesterday, as Baby... Continue Reading →
The short story. Eloise’s seizures have returned. We thought it was just an indication she was getting sick and they’d go away again, but they might be here to stay. And treatment options are complicated. What kind of epilepsy does Eloise have? Eloise’s seizures are related to a single gene she’s missing — SCN1A. This... Continue Reading →
Eloise's first 3-4 months were dark for Brian and I. Very dark. Very very very dark. Eloise was struggling with severe reflux provoked by extreme food intolerances. It meant she screamed for hours and hours and hours every day. Every moment she was awake and not crying, we were focused on getting her enough milk.... Continue Reading →
This last year has been a tough one for sweet Eloise and us as her caregivers. But there were still joyful times even amidst all of the pain and tears. So I decided to find a few videos from every month, to help us remember some of those good times. But also write a little... Continue Reading →
If you’re thriving in this season I am honestly so happy for you. However, if you’re barely making it day to day, know that you are not alone — we're there, too. For many weeks I’d brainstormed ways to get Brian time off. But he’d always refuse any suggestion of rest, saying he wanted to... Continue Reading →
This is part 2 to the story of Eloise's baby brother K entering our lives. You can read Making his entrance -- Part 1 here. Over the last few years, I've noticed many posts in local facebook mom groups asking some form of the question "What kinds of local playgroups or activities do you recommend... Continue Reading →
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 →
Will this baby be as hard as Eloise? Will we be as exhausted? We have no way of knowing until he arrives. But we decided that, this time, knowing roughly some of the worst case scenarios that we experienced last time, we'd rather be overprepared than try to wing it when baby arrives.
Two steps forward. One big step back.
I didn't realize how unprepared I was for the news that came. Estonia is a very tiny nation. It's got 1.3 million people which means everyone knows everyone. Options of many kinds can be limited.
My fifth pregnancy had just passed 13 weeks and it was the night before the genetic bloodtest was supposed to come back. If you asked me that night what we'd do if the results showed some sort of genetic abnormality, I still wasn't sure.
Brian and I did some soul searching Fall 2022. We'd lost 5 babies in 4 pregnancies and had a profoundly disabled daughter. Yet still, our hearts didn't seem to be hardened, even after all we'd been through. We decided it was a sign we should keep going -- we'd handle whatever came our way, just like we always did. Instead, we waited. And waited. And waited.
When Brian and I were going through premarital counseling many moons ago, we were in agreement -- we wanted 3-4 kids. Funny enough, because we were getting married so young, one of my fears was that we'd accidentally end up with far more than 4 kiddos. Yet, within 6 months of our wedding date, we had a long discussion, took a deep breath, and decided it was time to leave babies up to fate. We assumed it would only be a matter of months until we'd be posting our creative pregnancy announcement on social media. Instead, we waited. And waited. And waited.
Tired parent alert. The sun rising earlier means puppy has also been rising earlier. Which means he also wants his morning walks earlier, too. Brian takes him in the evenings. I take him in the mornings. So. Between constant teething for months, Eloise’s newly broken leg, even more interrupted sleep for many weeks in a... 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 →
There's a common narrative I hear nearly every single day from kind hearted strangers or people we know. "She'll defy the odds, just you wait." The narrative, at the core, is the same. "Don't think negative, think positive!" I think the intent is to encourage us, to bring us out of a place of darkness and sorrow and re-direct us to some more light and happy place. Because, without realizing it, as a society we equate disability with sadness and darkness, but "normal development" with achievement and positivity.
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 →
“Do you think it’s all the people who have been praying? Because this almost happened right after you put up that post.” - Brian
They sent us home from the hospital on Tuesday the 7th, a little over 2 weeks after we first arrived -- far earlier than I'd expected. I was hoping to write a post about how after speaking to a psychologist I now have a much better undrstanding of my feelings around the feeding tube. I was hoping to write a post about how it's now been nearly 3 weeks with no visible seizures. I was hoping to write a post about how glad I am that we're home. And all that is true.
I should be jumping for joy. I should be writing a post about how incredible this is after weeks of seizure after seizure after seizure -- because it is. It really does feel like a miracle. Eloise's doctor even shed a few tears when she found out. Because we were all shocked. That's what I want to want to write about. But I'm not. (Okay, well, we did start with that.) Really, instead, I've been crying.
Back when we learned about Eloise's deletion and what it would mean, I was devastated. There was almost no literature out there because Eloise's syndrome was so rare. From what I could tell, Eloise would never be able to speak, read, write, or just do normal "stuff." My heart was broken. Eloise would never say... Continue Reading →
I keep thinking, “Right. Today is going to be better than yesterday.” Then it isn’t. To give you a bit of context of “normal” seizures for Eloise: Worst seizure control time (pre correct meds): December 2021 — 51 seizures Best seizure control time: May-July 2022 — 1 seizure total August — 12 seizures September (she... Continue Reading →
Man it’s been a rough season around here. The good news, I hope, is that it’s just a season. I had planned to write about our shorter-than-expected long Tartu hospital stay. But that plan got derailed yesterday when seizures started. But let’s give you a little background. A few weeks ago (after that weekend of... Continue Reading →
Thankfully, most days with Eloise are great — fantastic, even. But not all days are all good. Today Eloise went to bed not having had supper. And, spoiler alert, it wasn't because she being punished.
Back in May, the idea of a taking a holiday together as a family seemed impossible. At the time, Eloise still hated being in a stroller or carrier (all 5 carriers we tried) for more than just a few minutes. Not to mention any time we tried to bring her to a place outside our home — like the grocery store — she’d show her displeasure quickly by screaming and arching herself backwards over and over. So the thought of going on a nature walk on a trail or even to a restaurant seemed like a distant dream.
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 →
July was our first month where both Brian and I were back at work. It was also a big month for so many other reasons. It was the month we took our first big family trip (a work-cation to the southern Estonian city of Tartu)the month Eloise developed some strange movements that took us 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.
Tuesday night in our chaos from returning home from our vacation turned hospital stay, Brian and I both forgot to give Eloise her anti-seizure medication. The next morning, as we both realized it, we held our breath and hoped it wouldn’t have any consequences. But, sadly, 12 hours later Eloise had the worst seizure we’ve... Continue Reading →
Friday I got a video message from Brian while I was working from my company's Tartu office, "Hey, I'm gonna try to capture this. She's doin' something weird -- like you almost just saw it there for a second. Like she's trying to bite her fingers and then just starts shaking." I watched the video of this new thing happening with Eloise and my stomach dropped. Something was wrong. Very very wrong.
I swear I remember reading long ago that parents were supposed to look forward to a golden period -- a few months after your baby was born but before they learned to crawl. Because your baby would laugh and smile and coo but weren't yet at a place where they were mobile and constantly destroyed your house. Well, I think we’ve finally made it to that golden period in Eloise’s life. And there are so many things to celebrate in its midst.
Why pumping did not work for me -- until I learned a secret. When I started pumping, it was painful. So painful that I was close to tears during pumping and, afterwards, any time even a soft shirt would touch my nipples, I’d wince in pain. A bunch of pumping moms said, “It gets better over time.” But that was not true for me.
What I wish I’d known about exclusive pumping from the start
Before you commit, you'll wanna know WHY you're pumping
I pumped for 16+ months -- I didn't think I'd make it past 1 week
Eloise and I went to our first birthday party together yesterday. Sweet little Lilli turned 2, and her mom is a fierce advocate of taking care of your mental health while parenting little humans. The party was a 45 minute drive from our home but I realized last minute that it was at a petting... Continue Reading →
Thursday was a sacred day. As I made scrambled eggs for breakfast, Eloise happily rolled around on the floor -- entertaining herself with whatever objects she found nearby. She seemed so happy that even once the eggs were done, I decided to take a few minutes to empty and re-load the dishwasher. Then I sat... Continue Reading →
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?
It feels like Eloise's development has slowed down a little this last week. Other than the fact that we can now cut several of her finger nails without screaming (thanks in large part to her beginning to touch different textures with her hands, which helps her get used to something touching them). And the fact that she hasn't had a seizure for over a month now -- the longest she's gone without them since they started. Regardless of it seeming like her development is slowing down, though, there's a lot more stuff that IS speeding up.
If you know our story, you know we bought a fixer-upper home while we still didn't know if any of our fertility treatments would work. Our house was a project Brian and I could work on together whether or not our dream of having kids ever came true.
This kid works so hard. It melts your heart. To help practice biting and chewing, we’ve started giving her a freshly baked cheese roll or cinnamon roll a few times a day. (God bless pre-frozen pastries and our air fryer that cooks them in minutes. 😍) These days she’s still refusing most food with her... Continue Reading →
I don’t know what it’s like to raise a “normal” kid but, gosh, sometimes it seems like something should be so simple but it’s really really not. In Estonia, the symbol of motherhood is a stroller (preferably a good stroller of the right brand or color) you use every single day — rain or shine... Continue Reading →
Almost exactly one year ago, on Good Friday, I finally announced Eloise's birth to the world. It was a teary letter. It seems fitting to re-visit that post a year later because, though we're in a quite different place now than we were then, it is still so prophetic in many ways.
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 →
I’ve been realizing that everything I do with Eloise comes with a cost. If I’m rocking one thing, I’m failing at three others.
KNOWING VS NOT KNOWING One Mom of a 17-year-old boy who has the same deletion as Eloise recently said, “Wow, reading your birth announcement made me realize how much more information you have at this point than we did years ago. Back then there was almost no information out there. I’m not sure if I would... Continue Reading →
Picture of a freshly-showered, hope-filled Mallory from earlier today. And a cute baby Eloise who had a wonderful, fairly calm and happy morning. Because we had no idea what was to come. Maybe we were in denial, but we never expected this.
Eloise The Tiny Fighter 