Ear Tubes!

Well it finally happened. After watching Eli suffer since the beginning of August with the same ear infection, he was finally eligible to get tubes last Monday!

I would like to say that getting the tubes was the easiest thing we have ever done. After all, everyone told us it would be :). But, like all things Eli, it was a rough few days. He had a lot of bleeding post surgery due to the infection and several days where he seemed to be in pain but, was sleeping through the night almost every night!

This weekend, just as we thought things were starting to get better, Eli started crying and pulling at his ears again. I could have died. Neither Eric or I were ready for another round of ear infections. We thought surgery fixed all that! Of course Eli is a complicated kid and things never seem to come easy for him :(

Thankfully we still had some of the drops left that we were given after surgery so we started those back up again and he seems to be feeling better for the time being.

Here are a few pictures from the day:

Everyone is looking exhausted :)

Trying to calm the hungry Eli down with the cool bubble wall.

yeah Mommy, I know I am cute! But why am I in this white gown?!

Right on schedule!

Heading into surgery

In recovery and for the first time, didn't want anything to do with Mommy!

Still looking sweet as ever :)

Random Acts of Kindness: Ambushed with Love

I have been trying to write this post for days now but for one of the very first time in my life, I was nearly speechless.

The last two months have been hard for our family. Really hard. Eli has been fighting the same ear infection since August. We have been at the pediatricians office so many times it's almost comical. With each antibiotic prescribed, Eli wasn't getting better. Even the series of shots that works on 99% of kids didn't work for our Eli.

Even though we left Eli's pediatricians office with a referral to an ENT I became (as usual) a worried, hot mess. How could my baby be so resistant to antibiotics? Especially since Eli had never had an antibiotic prior to August.

It seemed like everything had suddenly become so hard again. Eli's sleepless nights were wearing on us, the 2,3, & sometimes 4 doctors appointments a week were wearing me out, on top of both Eric and Isabel getting sick during the same time period, was enough to send me over the edge.

Even Puppy doesn't make me happy...

I remember when I could breathe...

Eric and I have been talking a lot recently about how we have been feeling really called as a family to live our life more openly. To live with transparency. To share our struggles with our friends. Not in a whiny, feel sorry for us kind of way, but as a way to go deeper with our friends. Get beyond the surface and really dig in deep with our community. So, the next day I sent out an email to my girls smallgroup asking for prayer.

Almost immediately my girls stepped up. My inbox filled with such amazing words of encouragement. The load was noticibly lighter. My friends were carrying part of our burden.

For instance, when I called to schedule Eli's appointment for the ENT the following day, we were "randomly" assigned to one of the best ENT's in the entire country, Dr. Myer III. He is actually the president of the American Society of Pediatric Otolaryngology. Can you believe our luck?!

Actually, there was no luck about it. I have no doubt getting an appointment with Dr. Myer was a direct result of the prayers we received. One day, I am going to learn to trust that God has Eli under control :).

For a few days things looked like they were getting back to normal.  Eli had healed from his ear infection when we saw Dr. Myer.  And we were able to schedule surgery for tubes.

Unfortunately it wasn't to last.

Fast forward to Sunday. Eli had been sick all weekend. Throwing up more than Eric and I had ever seen. So sick that we canceled most of our plans for the weekend.  But since we already had a babysitter lined up (who also works at Children's Hospital so she isn't afraid of germs) we decided to head to our couples small group. 

To be honest, I think we were both feeling relieved to get out of the house for a little bit.

By the end of the night my phone was filling with text messages from my girls, asking how I was holding up, seeing what I was up to, etc. I even mentioned to Eric how weird I thought it was that they were all texting me within minutes of each other... They must really think I am really about to go over the edge! HA!

Little did I know, we were about to ambushed with the most awesome, over the top, act of love, that anyone has ever done for our family.

When Eric and I got home and walked into the house we were greeted by a kitchen full of my very closest friends. (I can't believe I didn't take a picture of all of them standing there! I blame being completely overwhelmed and a little confused.)

My girls had gotten together to cook and prepare meals & wine :) for our family for  the next ten days! Look at all this food!

They even made some of the food Eli might be able to eat lactose/dairy free so little man wouldn't get sick :) That's love :)

Eric and I are still blown away by what these girls did for us. Words will never be able to adequately describe the depth of our appreciation. 

But this is what it looks like to be part of God's Kingdom, and part of a community who loves you.  And it's why we try to lead our lives as openly as possible, and to invite other people into our story.  How can you not experience something like this and not be changed?

You can't.  And that's what God has been up to this whole time.

Ami, Andrea, Angel, Gina, & Jes, our lives are better for having you in it. You girls are truly a gift from God and I am so proud to be doing life with you guys! You guys are the living definition of what it means to be the hands of feet of God. Thank you for helping to carry our family and for loving us so much. XOXO

Guest Post: Moving to a big kid/toddler bed with a club foot brace

When searching the internet or message boards for advice regarding club foot and treatments, you never seem to see much information past getting the brace.  It's like all the materials just magically fast forward a couple of years.  Even in Dr. Ponsetti's official stuff it is almost like those toddler years are just a side note.  But since I am in the middle of this stage, I wanted to report on what it is like to have a very active toddler wearing a brace at night, and how our recent transition to a big boy bed went.

I had been fielding questions from family and friends for a little while about when we would be moving our 20 month old son Jamie out of his crib.  And to be honest, I wanted him to stay in the crib as long as possible, first and foremost, because it meant that he was still my baby.  Once he moved into a real bed that was just one more reminder of how he was growing up too fast.  Selfish reasons aside, the other primary reason was I couldn't imagine how my energetic monkey of a child would do in a bed with hardware strapped to his feet.  I was afraid that he would fall out and hurt himself, get tangled in the covers, or try to walk across the room and wake us up in a fit of screaming.

Jamie was not concerned about any of this, however.  He decided one day while my husband and I were on vacation that he didn't want to stay in the crib during his nap and climbed (and fell) out.  Luckily my mother was watching him on our video monitor and managed to mostly catch him.  This started a week of watching anxiously while he falls asleep, hoping that if he fell out that he would land on the pillows on the floor.  Sometimes he did, sometimes we caught him, and sometimes we didn't.  And that didn't stop him - so it was clear we had to move him into something lower to the ground, and fast!

 We found a youth bed at Ikea that Jamie hopped right into and said "night night!"  It was several inches lower than the toddler bed our convertible crib could change into.  I put it together in an afternoon and we tried our first night in the bed with the Dobbs brace.  We expected it to be a total disaster, but that first night had mixed success.  He fell asleep pretty well in the bed, but there were times that he fell asleep on the stuffed hippo on the floor.   We also had to help adjust him several times as he tried to go around the room and in and out of the bed.

one peaceful moment from the first night

The next day's nap was worse - he just wanted to stay up and play!  Eventually he fell asleep on the hippo, and woke up highly upset that he was on the floor.  :)

After that, every night night got better and better.  In less than a week he was sleeping his usual 11 - 12 hours a night and naps actually improved to 3 or 3 1/2 hours!  My process for the transition was to keep his bedtime routine the same but move it to the bed. I made a big deal of unveiling his new bed along with a new Elmo book a couple of days before the move, "Big Enough For A Bed."  We tell him to lay his head on his pillow after we finish our prayers and that big boys stay in their beds all night.  I still sometimes have to go in once or twice to put him or tell him to get back in his bed and go night night.  After that, I have found that I am just reinforcing the behavior if I go into his room and he always eventually sleeps in his bed.  I took out all the toys next to the bed and put them in the closet and the only books accessible are bedtime books.  I made extra double sure that everything was as baby-proofed as possible in his room.  And of course, we have a video monitor so that we can see what he is doing.

second night and already sleeping much better!

We are so proud of our big boy and how he has beautifully mastered this transition.  He wakes up very sweetly and will often get a book and climb back into bed in the morning, "reading" and singing until I come and get him.  It just makes my heart burst.  :)

Some specific suggestions I wanted to share in looking at this next stage for your family:

Buy a cheap twin or youth size bed.
        I was horrified to see the damage on the inside of my lovely wood crib, and after just a week the side rail and foot board of the youth bed were quite nicked up.  The in and out of the bed with the metal brace is very rough on the furniture and should be expected.  The distance to fall is a concern when learning to sleep in a bed, so the bed should be a low to the ground as possible.  It should be set up so one side is against a wall (if possible) and the other side have a side rail.  I know some parents of very active children who put the mattress on the floor initially.

They are more mobile than you may expect.
        I had feared that he would have trouble moving around, but my son can almost walk in the brace, and has no trouble crawling around to get where he wants.  I took away the big fluffy comforter for now and just put in lots of small pillows and a small quilt.  Jamie was getting caught in the comforter but doesn't really need it yet anyway.  The pillows help cushion him against the wall, and he loves them.  He is able to get in and out without any assistance and the best part is, he knows to sleep in his bed.  That conditioning from the crib is very strong.

They may become more aware of the brace and how it is restricting movement.
        Jamie has told me several times in the last couple of weeks that his shoes are boo boo and tries to take them off.  He does sometimes even fight me when I try to add the brace to the shoes.  We have stuck with it, though, because I really felt like this initial time with the bed would be crucial in setting the expectations for night night as my toddler becomes a pre-schooler.  We just had our every-3-month-appointment with Jamie's orthopedist and still have no update on how much longer he will be in the brace.  He is correcting very well, thankfully, but we had hoped to have some idea of the timeline now that he has been braced for a year and a half.

Listen to sleep signals and tire them out.
        The freedom that a toddler bed offers is an understandable temptation.  I have found that getting Jamie down for naps is usually much easier and he will sleep better if I listen to his tired signals.  So when we are out doing errands and he is yawning, I have to force myself to head back rather than squeeze in one more stop.  If he gets overtired because I was stretching him he takes much longer to fall asleep, and we have actually had to wake him to make sure he would be able to sleep at night.  Doing energetic activities like going to the park in the morning also really helps tire him out so that he just wants to sleep, not stay up and play.

We are starting potty training and he is doing GREAT!  Trying to work this in with the brace has been interesting, so I will do another post with how that whole thing works through the perspective of raising a club foot child.

This is a guest post from Victoria, who has been a bloggin' machine for Faith Feet & Love.  She's previously written an Our Story feature as well as sharing some advice about the Importance of Humor when dealing with clubfoot.  We want to thank Victoria for writing such an awesome guest post!  If you'd like to write a guest post, please contact us for more details.

What They Don't Tell You About Clubfoot Braces

Eli has a love hate relationship with his braces. He loves to hate them. (See what I did there?)

When Eli first got his braces, we were told by Eli’s orthopedist (who we love) and by the people who made his braces, that he would adapt to them. We even heard stories about how some kids love their braces so much that they name them. While we’ve named the braces, usually with 4-letter names, I’m not sure Eli will ever grow to like his braces.

You want me to wear WHAT to bed?

This is one of the hardest parts of dealing with clubfoot. Because Eli hates wearing his Dobbs bar, which, by the way, is infinitely better than the Mitchell brace, everything becomes a fight. It’s a fight to put him to sleep. It’s a fight to feed him before bed. It’s a fight for him to get comfortable. It’s a fight to keep his braces on at night. And it’s a fight to simply keep him asleep once he’s asleep.

And it’s only worse when he’s sick.

Right now we are in approximately week 6 of ear infections. Which means that Eli is in such pain as he tries to sleep that he thrashes his little body trying to rip his legs out of the braces. It’s as if he can only deal with one problem at a time: his ears or his braces. Dealing with both is just overwhelming for him. It’s rough to watch as a parent. And it’s rough to enforce keeping his braces on his feet.

Usually we like to use Faith Feet & Love to encourage and show people that there are solutions, and that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. But sometimes, the truth is, it’s just miserable. And that’s important too. Understanding just how hard it can be is an important part of surviving it.

Of course we hope that your experiences with clubfoot braces is better than ours. From what we hear, Eli’s reaction is on the extreme side. This shouldn’t surprise anyone. Eli has his mother’s love of freedom, with a healthy dose of his father’s stubbornness. So you might be luckier than we are. In the meantime, we expect Eli to start naming his ear aches before he names his braces.

Finishing A Kingdom Life is Hard

In the Bible, Eli was a priest.  He was in charge of all the priests of Israel and had a special place in teaching people how to worship God.  Eli started as an amazing priest, doing amazing things.  Someone who cared greatly for the things of the Lord (such as the temple and ark.)  But over time, he lost his way.  So much in fact, that his protege’s first message from God was one of punishment.  (Samuel was told to let Eli know his time was over, and Eli’s sons would be punished).

But Samuel didn’t finish much better.  After starting out in dramatic, bold and faithful ways, his sons too betrayed God and led Israel into a monarchy (instead of being ruled directly by God.)

God then chose to allow Saul to become King.  Saul was a humble (Samuel 9:21) and brave man (Samuel 14: 46-48).  But he didn’t finish strong either.  He became jealous, petty, and bitter.

This thrust David, soon to be Israel’s greatest king into the throne.  And as you might imagine David started strong, but lost his way.  David ended up committing murder to cover an affair.  Which I’m pretty sure are bad things.

All 4 men were likely more accomplished, more spiritual, braver, stronger, better than you or I.  In every way imaginable, they were men filled with amazing potential.  Yet they couldn’t finish strong for the Kingdom.  They all allowed life to get in the way of their faith.

There are days when Heather and I look at our lives and wonder how we’re going to get through the week.  We feel overwhelmed by doctor’s visits, sleepless nights, complications from clubfoot, and all the normal problems that come from raising a kid.  It’s hard to finish feeling like that.

On a nearly daily basis we have to circle back and remind ourselves of what’s important.  Remind ourselves that we have to stay focused on the realization that that our suffering (and Eli’s) isn’t permanent.  That things will get better.  And if they don’t, then God is still with us, and he’s still working powerfully in our lives.

I’m not saying it’s an easy thing to do.  Or that we’re particularly good at it.  But it’s something that we are both beginning to see.

As I look at our own Eli, I wonder if he’ll finish strong.  Will I be able to teach him to finish strong as his Dad?  Those are questions we don’t have any answers to.  They’re also the questions that keep me up at night more than any other.

But I am hopeful.  Hopeful because God doesn’t forget us, even if it feels like it.  But also hopeful because one of the things we’ve seen from Eli’s clubfoot that is a good thing is his determination.  He never seems to have an easy path.  Even getting over a typical ear infection takes multiple trips to the doctors, multiple types of antibiotics and shots.  Crawling was no different.  But through it all, Eli keeps working hard.  Will this last when he’s 15?  45?  90?

I have no idea.

But there is hope.  God never forgot Israel, even through the mistakes of Eli, Samuel, and Saul.  And in the end David managed to pull it together.  After making terrible, terrible choices, he repented and finished strong.  There is always hope, but the hope isn’t in our own abilities, it’s in what God has to do.

Fruitless Worry

Two things I am shamefully good at. Worrying & being too prideful to admit when I need help. I am super Mom after all. I must never fail.

The truth is I fail each time I worry. I fail each time I am too proud to ask for help.  While I am spending time worrying, being burnt out and overwhelmed, my kids and husband are only getting part of me. I am not really ever fully present when I am consumed by thoughts of doubt, fear, and what if’s.

When I took Eli to his 6 month appointment in May it was determined that Eli was severely developmentally delayed. I. Was. Horrified.

I cried. A lot.

I felt as though I had once again, completely failed as a mother. It wasn’t bad enough that my son had bilateral clubfoot and has kidney disease; he also has to be developmentally delayed?!

Really God?!  

Our wonderful pediatrician, Dr. Manfroy, as you may remember, ordered a MRI to see what was going on with Eli’s brain. And then he prescribed a good dose of humility and suggested that we get help from Help Me Grow.

Gulp.

Working as a Special Needs Coordinator for our local Career Tech school I knew about Help Me Grow. My prideful self also never thought we would be the type of family that would need services from Help Me Grow.  I am super Mom after all right?!

After talking it over with a few of Eli’s doctors and nurses (I can’t seem just trust one specialist… Why? Because I have officially taken up residence in Crazy Town thanks to all my worrying hahaha) Eric and I determined this would be the best thing to get Eli the help he needs and to get him on track with his peers.

Our first meeting with Help Me Grow was an eye opener. I think I had lived the last 6 months in a state of denial.  Or maybe I just didn’t realize how delayed he was until he was evaluated. That led to a whole other set of worries, which then lead to more stress at home, more tears, and a pretty crappy summer.

All for what?! Worrying wasn’t fixing my baby. It was making me CRAZY! 

This brings me to last night. Eric and I were at training at our church, Crossroads, last night. While we were there we were working through an exercise that allowed us to share a bit of our story of Eli with others at the table. As we were praying as a group, Aaron, a man from Atlanta spoke up and said that he really felt like God was telling him to pray over us. His prayer was really amazing. I felt it through my entire body.

Afterwards, the groups dismissed and the man who prayed for us said that while he was praying he felt God telling him that God entrusted us with Eli. He also said God told him that Eli is special, not to be seen as a burden, but as a gift.

God has spoken these words through other people on many other occasions. This is the first time I think it has actually resonated with me. I haven’t been able to get his words out of my head.  There’s just something about hearing those words from a stranger; someone who hasn’t been down this long road with us. A person we just met moments before.  

Maybe Eli really has been set apart.  Maybe there is something special about my baby above and beyond what we as his parents already know.

That’s the funny thing about God. He just keeps showing up until we get it. I think God sent Aaron last night to our table so I would finally “get it”.

God, thank you for the gift of Aaron’s words, sending help, and putting my heart at ease.  I finally get it! I can rest easy knowing Your plan for Eli is far better than anything I could make happen on my own. Eli is part superhero after all ;o)

 

Proud. Really. Darn. Proud!

As I type this, big 'ol happy tears well up in my eyes. Today goes up as one of my most proud, happiest parenting days, thus far with Eli! In fact, it's been so awesome I just couldn't stand to wait to share :)

As many of you know, I've never been much of a patient person... and when I am excited... Watch out! Hahaha!

What has me all excited, ready to run the streets of Norwood shouting out the crazy awesome happenings?? It's SO awesome you have to see it with your own eyes :)

 

I think it's safe to say, that I am the most proud Momma in the world tonight. I know some might find me crazy for being so excited over something so basic, but after watching Eli struggle the last ten months to meet milestones and fight through the pain of physical therapy, I can help but have my chest swell with pride over my little mans huge accomplishment! Right. On. Target!

Happy 10 month's munchkin man!  You are a true rock star and teach me everyday to never underestimate the power of prayer and just how much of a freaking fighter you really are!