Saturday, June 11, 2016

Hospital PTSD


Before Micah was born I had already had a lot of experiences with hospitals. My mom struggles with her health, and was in hospitals or flying back to the Mayo Clinic a lot of the time. It's been normal for me, just another part of life. However, when Micah was admitted into the NICU after birth I had the weird combination of heart-crumbling-numbness. 

When your child is in the hospital it's all business. You need to be able to put emotions aside to a degree and make the best decisions possible. His life depended on it, and I was pretty good at it. Things were always moving so fast, and I was always so busy being his calm and comfort, that I never really had a chance to process things and really FEEL that fear and mourn what was happening. I dealt with the feelings that were absolutely necessary and then pushed them away to deal with later. 

Now that things are slower and things aren't quite as intense these feelings have been creeping up. I'll be watching a show and be ambushed my an unexpected hospital scene, and just like that my world will crumble all over again. I feel the fear and the sadness as I hear familiar medical terms and I'll be a puddle of tears. Have you ever noticed how many hospital scenes there are in shows? Too many. 

Suddenly I understand why my mom didn't want anybody in the house watching HOUSE and E.R. when we were growing up. I understand wanting a safe place away from medical problems, how after experiencing it these 'medical mysteries' aren't entertaining. The times where Micah was first diagnosed, so many infections, and when they thought he may have cancer... these scenes haunt me now. The knowledge that losing my child has ever even been a possibility is sometimes too much to think about. 

I don't know how or when this gets better, but I do know that I've made a commitment to process these things and work through them. And, for right now, I will look at my son's smile and realize that it's okay right now, and will hopefully continue being okay.



Thursday, March 10, 2016

Reminder....

A little reminder for myself and anybody else who can relate....

On those days that you feel too bad, sluggish, or unmotivated to workout? Those are the days you should work out the hardest! Tonight I felt like curling up on the couch and having a lazy night, I literally had to force myself to get up and do leg day. As I started working out I began to feel better little by little.

The days you don't feel like it or don't think you can are the days you can't afford to skip. It's these days that working out will benefit you the most! It's like saying you're too sick to take your medicine. No. You're too sick to NOT take your medicine!

Bad Days

Yesterday I had a REALLY bad day as far as health and fitness goes. I still tried to eat fairly healthy, but I just didn't have the motivation. I felt really bad about myself, hated my body, and basically just wanted to crawl into a hole and ignore life. Luckily, as a mom I don't have that choice. Even if I feel terrible and want to stay in bed all day I just really can't. I'm forced to get up and face the world whether I feel like it or not!

I'm having to realize that success isn't a straight line. I'm going to have days where I feel amazing, days where I really push myself and get a lot done. On the other side I'm also going to have days like these. Days where the hatred I feel for myself and my body can't even compare to anything else. I'm going to feel like I don't want to wake up another day feeling like this, but the difference now I'm doing something to challenge that feeling.  I'm lucky that I've been able to figure out a few things that work for me when I feel this way, and I'll share them with you.

Mindfulness

You've probably heard of this one as it was 'trendy' for a while. The thing is, this really is a useful tool. Psychology Today describes mindfulness as "a state of active, open attention to the present. When you're mindful you observe your thoughts and feelings from a distance, without judging them as good or bad. Instead of letting your life pass you by, mindfulness means living in the moment and awakening to experience." I love that description! When I'm feeling down on myself I can take step back and ask why I'm feeling that way, question what is really going on. This especially helps with getting myself out of panic attacks and anxiety.

Things that help me with this and snapping back into the moment is using my senses. When eating really chew and focus on the textures and tastes. What can you see around you, what sounds are there? What is going on in this exact moment - not the future or past. Smells can be especially helpful. The small of citrus, vanilla and grass are calming to me and can help level out my moods and focus my mind.

Challenge Your Thinking

Challenge your anxious thoughts with reality. If I'm feeling fat and worthless, is that actually true? In reality I am overweight, but I am working to change that. It does not take away my worth as a person. I have many amazing qualities, and even though I have a hard time seeing them other people see and value them. I have friends and a family who love to be around me. I have worth in that my son wakes up every morning and asks for ME. If I leave the room for even a few minutes my son runs to greet me with a hug. If I was gone my son would notice and suffer because of it. To him, I am one of the most worthwhile people in the world. Don't always trust your feelings as truth, challenge them.

Having A Support System

I don't know what I would do without my husband. He is amazing, and I can always count on him to keep me on track. When I feel down on myself my husband is there for me. He might not be able to make me see himself through his eyes and love my body, but he can be there for me. Be in the same room holding me, and keeping me accountable. It isn't his job, but he voluntarily helps me with this diet. Since a few weeks ago when I told him I wanted to get healthy he hasn't given me junk food. When I ask or beg him for ice cream or chips he tells me no, that I'm trying to get healthy. He refuses to share unhealthy food that he is eating because he knows how important this is to me. And, what touched me most, is yesterday he brought home healthier food for HIMSELF so that he can eat healthy too. Find people who will be there for you and keep you accountable. People who will hold you up when you want to fold, or simply watch a show with you when you feel bad.


Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Why Is It Cool To Be Bad?

This is a topic I've been thinking about lately. I've always been annoyed by people who brag about being bad or dangerous. People who think the villains are people that they should emulate. I've noticed this in a diverse group of people, but seem to hear this a lot more from guys. Saying people should be careful, that they're dangerous or that you don't want to see their temper. Even things as seemingly benign as saying that they would be sorted into slytherin in Harry Potter has been something that gets on my nerves lately.

I've known real life bad people, the ones who really would be a 'Slytherin'. It goes beyond thinking you're a rebel, as being such is not necessarily a bad thing. Rebels have shaped our world to be the way it is now, often for the better. Rebels are not what I am talking about. I've known people in real life who have an actual capacity for evil, those who don't think twice for ruining somebody's life. It isn't cool, and it isn't something to strive for. These people will manipulate you, crush your world and then leave. Truely 'bad' people aren't usually going around telling people that they are bad, in fact they don't usually think they are bad or doing anything wrong. They think that the things they take are things they deserve, no matter who they have to hurt to get it.

Let's delve into this whole Slytherin thing, mostly because it's one I've noticed most often and one I simply can't understand. In the Harry Potter books the sorting hat tells Harry that Slytherin students "Use any means to achieve their ends", putting their own wants ahead of other's needs. They will push you down and step on you to reach higher. We know that they value being a pure-blood. In the world we live in this would likely translate, in simple terms, to being a bigot. People like them are ones with no tolerance, hating anybody who isn't like them. Your hate crimes? Committed by people like this. Dictators, rapists, terrorists, and racists.

Those sorted into Slytherin aren't rebels, they simply go with whatever suits their own needs. They don't try to better the world because they can't see beyond their own desires. Slytherins are the kinds of people to ignore great injustices because it's easier and doesn't involve them. Is this really who people should be looking up to?

As stated, I've known truely bad people. I have felt torn down to my very core until I felt empty inside. From a very young age I learned to hate myself and entered into a series of self-destruction. Ruining somebody so completely that way doesn't show how great you are - it shows what a narcissistic, selfish fuck up you are. It shows how weak you really are on the inside, being bad isn't hard. And, in time, it showed me that the world wouldn't be better without me - it would be better without YOU. You, the person who did this.

I hate when people brag about being bad. It enables the truely bad people and allows them to hide and get away with things no person should.

Not only that, but when you say you're bad or scary it makes you sound like an idiot.

Monday, March 7, 2016

The Struggle To Eat Healthy

Motivation is what gets you started, habit is what keeps you going. 


Something I have always struggled with is eating healthy. Fatty junk foods just taste so good to me! It isn't even really the candy and sweets that get to me, my weakness really is in the satly chips and takeout. It's delicious, AND I don't have to cook it!

My eating habits swing between the two extremes of binge eating and not eating at all. The problem essentially lies in emotions being put with foods. When I binge eat I feel happy and better when I'm full. I don't take time to enjoy it while eating, I just eat a lot of it. It is humiliating and something I don't talk about often, but it is a part of me. The other struggle is the control and perfection of not eating. No matter what emotions I may be having, or what real life struggles I may be facing, I can always count on the control restricting gives me. Between these two food and eating is chaos.

One of my goals in this is to take to emotions out of eating. Food is fuel, and after everything I have done in y life I deserve to treat myself and my body right. It's a trap to feel like junk food and binge eating is a reward. The real reward is taking the time to work out and feed myself (and my family) foods that are good for us. Food that will give us energy and help us feel good.

The first couple of weeks of this have been hard. I've had an insane amount of cravings, and I haven't won all of the battles. The longer I'm doing this, however, the easier it's getting. I've begun getting excited while finding recipes for healthy food, and I feel like I've hit the jackpot when I shop and find alternatives to junk food. This week I decided to get myself some salmon for lunch as a reward to myself. I absolutely love salmon, but it is a food my husband can't stomach so I don't usually get it. I got the salmon and some asparagus, and today I cooked it. It was healthy, and I enjoyed it a lot more than I would ever enjoy a greasy pizza or a burger. 

This is how I know that even while I'm struggling through this I am improving, and that's what it's all about! If anybody has any healthy recipes or snack ideas I would love to hear about them in the comments!

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Lap Them



It's been a couple of days since I started acting on my commitment to get fit and healthy again. For the most part I've just been going through the motions. Eating the healthy food and trying not to overdue the unhealthy foods. I've been doing the workouts, yet my heart hasn't really been in it. Pretty much doing the steps but not really PUSHING myself.... until today.

Something amazing happens when you begin working out after so long of living an unhealthy lifestyle. It feels like slowly coming out of a fog. I've been getting excited about actually DOING things and moving! It's invigorating, and I know that this is only the beginning. The more I put into my workouts, the more energy I use taking care of my body, the better I'm going to feel!

I can't wait to feel excited about life again. It's been too long, and I deserve it.

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Rare Disease Day



This year February 29th marked not only my husband's birthday, but the 9th annual Rare Disease Day. Every year on the last day of February people rally together to bring awareness for rare diseases and raise money for research. These diseases are often overlooked and forgotten, most people never have a need to learn about any of them. This is a wonderful opportunity to learn more about often life threatening diseases that people struggle with every day. 

In March, 2013 my little family added Micah as it's newest addition. The days that followed were both the best and worst of my life. Something that made it a little easier was that I have an amazing mom who battles a very similar disease as the one Micah does. Knowledge was an incredible ally to have. The following is our journey with Micah's own rare disease.



March 23, 2013

On March 23, 2013 our first child was born perfectly into this world after 8 hours of labor. He weighed just over 7 pounds and was the most peaceful newborn baby I had ever met. He slept great and hardly ever cried! He nursed great for the 24 hours, and was such a cuddly baby. It was a relief because I had suffered major anxiety during pregnancy worrying about his health. He had tried to come early several times, when I reached 21 weeks I remember celebrating because now he was seen as viable and if he came early the doctors would try to save him. I worried about all sorts of diseases even though the ultrasound technicians always assured me he looked perfect. I finally felt at peace holding him in my arms and watching him breathe. 

The next day Micah started to show the first signs of struggling. He turned a yellow color from jaundice, and he stopped eating. The nurses said he was okay and showed me how to feed him with a spoon. The problem was when we could get him to eat he would throw it up! I would call the nurses in after and they repeatedly assured me that he was spitting up, not throwing up. I fought them on this telling them I had extreme morning sickness all throughout my pregnancy. I KNEW what throwup smelt like. This was green and smelled of bile, I was starting to think I was crazy from the way they treated me. That same day they told me that if he didn't have a bowel movement he would have to stay, yet they stilled denied that he was throwing up. 

The charge nurse came to visit us and speak about our options since he hadn't pooped yet. When she came in I desperately showed her a blanket that Micah had thrown up on. Her face became serious and she quickly left the room to bag the blanket and put a note on it. Our son was throwing up bile, and finally a nurse acknowledged that. Micah was moved to the hospital's special care unit right after that. We were told I was okay to leave, but that I could stay in the hospital on 'Hotel Stay' if I wanted. 

March 26, 2013

On March 26, 2013 we were told that Micah needed to be taken to Primary Children's Hospital for some tests, but that he would come back to the hospital he was in afterwards. I insisted on riding along in the ambulance with Micah as I couldn't imagine my baby being without me during the ride. I was worried, and being able to ride with him was one thing I could control. They agreed and off we went! When we arrived Micah was taken to imaging to get a barium enema. According to the Mayo Clinic a barium enema is "an X-ray exam that can detect changes or abnormalities in the large intestine (colon). The procedure is also called a colon X-ray. An enema is the injection of a liquid into your rectum through a small tube." We were lucky to be working with people during this that were professional, yet had a great sense of humor. They explained everything and even involved us in the procedure, and knew exactly when would be appropriate while explaining the process to make a small joke. They were very relaxed and seemed like they had done this millions of times, it really helped. 

After they had finished they told us that it looked like this was something Micah would grow out of and that in their opinion he could be sent home. We were ecstatic! I rode back to the hospital with my husband to be able to talk to him, we couldn't wait to bring our son home! When we pulled into the hospital we got a call, and my heart sank. It was the paramedic calling to tell us that a head surgeon had looked over the test Micah just had and told them to turn around and bring him back. He could no longer be treated at the hospital we were at, he needed to be in the NICU at the children's hospital. 

I'll never forget my phone call to my dad on our way back. I call and told him Micah was transferred to be in the NICU, that we didn't know what was wrong but that it was something serious. I told him Micah couldn't come home and that I was scared and didn't know what was going on. He said he would be at the hospital as soon as he could, and then we hung up. I was numb when we walked into Primary Children's. We got our badges to enter the NICU and went to the elevators. None of it seemed real, not even when we scrubbed up to our elbows preparing to see our son. It finally became real when a surgeon walked into the scrubbing room. She told us her name was Dr. Meyers and that our son was very sick, but that she think she knew what was wrong. She explained that on the image from the enema half of his colon looked small and restricted, then the top half looked normal. She said she would need to biopsy his colon and then we would know more. I was then handed intake papers, and on the diagnosis line I read the word's "Hirschsprung's Disease". 

I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I walked into the room to see Micah. When I had last seen him less than an hour ago he looked normal. He had only had an IV in and other than throwing up he was acting like any other newborn. The baby I was directed to was in a crib under a light to help his jaundice. He had an IV, an anderson tube going into his mouth, oxygen, heart monitors, a pulse ox, and a covering over his eyes. I went over and stroked my little angel, holding back tears from seeing him so sick. 

The nurse we had that night will forever be my favorite nurse we've ever had. She explained to NICU to us and brought me a reclining chair so I could put my feet up. She told us not to go home and google what Hirschsprung's was as it wouldn't help, it would only worry us needlessly. She told us it's a rare disease, but that they usually have one baby at a time in the NICU with it. At this point I hadn't done much in the way of relaxing and allowing my body to recover from giving birth, and it showed. I had hemorraged during labor, and I was weak and now swollen from being up all day. She told us we couldn't do anything here tonight and that I needed to allow myself to heal for when I could take care of Micah. She told us to go home, so we hesitantly left. 

Going home was harder than I thought it would be. Seeing his bassinet next to the bed was too much for me and I went to lay in the bath and cry. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be, I was supposed to be wheeled out of the hospital with my baby. I was supposed to bring him home in his special coming home outfit and give him his first bath before feeding him and putting him to bed. I wasn't supposed to be home without my baby in my arms, but that's the way it was. 

March 27, 2013

On March 27, 2013 they did a rectal biopsy which ended up confirmed the diagnosis of Hirschsprung's Disease. At this point I couldn't resist and looked up what this disease was on google. According to the Mayo Clinic Hirschsprung's Disease is a disease that affects the large intestine. It is caused by not having nerves in parts of, the intestinal tract making it impossible to move stool through. I would later learn that while it most commonly affects the large intestine it can also go up into the small intestine. Around 70% of cases are a short section where they can do a pull through surgery immediately. 20% have what is considered a long segment and can extend all the way up to the small intestine, 9% have it going slightly into the small intestine and in 1% it can go all the way up to the stomach. In many babies with Hirschsprung's the first sign is not being able to pass stool after birth, and then becoming distended and unable to eat or keep food down. Hirschsprung's appears in around 1 our of 5,000 live births, most commonly in males and often found in people with downs syndrome. Hirschsprung's is not a disease that can be cured, and most often will continue to affect patients for their entire lives. Early treatment includes having an ostomy for long segment, and then later on after healing opting for a pull through surgery to remove any of the affected intestine. 

We were told to expect Micah to have Long Segment Hirschsprung's Disease because of what they saw on his images. In the same conversation we were told that Micah's biopsy had come back confirming Hirschsprung's we were told that his surgery was scheduled for that friday morning and that he would likely be getting a colostomy bag and not the pull through because of him being Long Segment. At this point we went down to eat lunch and process what we had been told. I broke down crying trying to come to terms with our son having this disease and needing a colostomy bag. My mom has 2 ostomy bags and I've seen how much it effects her. I've watched her tie sweaters around the bags hiding them and asking me if she smelled. Of course she never did smell, but she was always sure she did and self concious because of it. I've watched her miss out on important events in mine and my sibling's lives because she was afraid she would have an ostomy leak and because she didn't want people to see her. I grew up watching my mom cry in pain and nearly die several times. It scared me half to death that my son would have to go through any of this. It isn't the life I wanted for him. I had had visions of him running and playing with friends, being a rambunctious little boy. It took me a long time to realize that the situation is what you make it. Having an ostomy doesn't mean you have to hide away and not be a normal little kid. Having an ostomy is just something that is sometimes necessary medically, and you can still do anything anybody else can. It means you're a fighter! 

That was the last time I cried about Micah's diagnosis. I've felt sad sometimes, and scared a lot of times. Yet, it was after that time that I realized I needed to keep it together to be the best mother and advocate for Micah. He needed me to be the strong one, so that's what I became. Something happens when you have a child diagnosed with a serious disease - you realize you can do things you never thought you could. I've put NG tubes in my son, I've held him down while they put tubes in while he screamed and asked me why, I've handed my son over to surgeons and I've held him while he pukes on me. I've tried to do this all in a calm, neutral and confident way. Never crying, my son even as a newborn was watching me to see if things were okay. If I was crying hysterically I wouldn't be able to be there for him and he would be scared seeing me. He already had enough to deal with without me losing it. 

March 29, 2013

March 29, 2013 I handed my tiny son over to surgeons for the first time. We walked down as far as we were allowed and then gave him hugs and kisses. In surgery they would biopsy his intestines slowly up until they found nerves. If it was only a short segment of intestine without nerves they would take out that small section and pull the rest down reconnecting it. If, however, it was a long segment they would create a stoma for a colostomy. A stoma is where they make an incision and bring part of the intestine to the surface. They make an opening in the intestine so that stool can exit through there. After a few hours in the waiting room without receiving a call to inform us they had found nerves we knew it wasn't going to be short segment. Sure enough we got the call, half of Micah's colon was without nerves and he would need a colostomy. 

Micah recovered quickly from the surgery, and now that he wasn't as sickly his personality started to come forward. He cried hard and was no longer a quiet peaceful little baby. He loved music and made it known when he wasn't happy. There were literally times when we were walking down the hall to the NICU and I would hear a baby crying and know it was him. He became a fierce little guy. As much as I hadn't wanted that colostomy it had given me my baby back. He finally had energy to cry!

It took us a while to be able to take him home because he wouldn't eat. He COULD eat, but he wouldn't. Micah ended up being in there for exactly a month. 


After Coming Home

Micah came home with his colostomy, and while it was a struggle to care for a colostomy we learned how to handle it. In August of 2013 Micah was able to receive his pull through surgery, removing half of his colon. He was in the hospital for another month, and we learned during that stay that Micah also had a heart defect called Wolf-Parkinson-White syndrome. This means he had an extra pathway in his heart causing it to be too fast. When it was diagnosed his heart rate was 311. He was put on medicine and we learned how to handle it just like we had his Hirschsprung's. 



Micah has continually gotten infections in his bowels. This is called enterocolitis, and it is very serious. Aboutkidsgi.org says "Enterocolitis is a clinical diagnosis. The symptoms of early enterocolitis may be indistinguishable from a simple viral gastroenteritis: diarrhea, bellyache, a little fever, maybe some vomiting. Because enterocolitis can progress rapidly and even result in death, most pediatric surgeons like to err on the side of caution and treat it with irrigations, antibiotics, and iv fluids even if they’re not sure of the diagnosis."  Enterocolitis is the leading cause of death in Hirschsprung's patients, and is something we worry about every day. 

One day Micah was his normal funny, playful self all morning and I put him down for a nap. I sent my husband to wake him up three hours later as he still hadn't woken up. My husband ran up saying that Micah felt hot and wanted the thermometer. It turns out that in that short amount of time Micah had gone septic with enterocolitis and had a fever of 105. The knowledge that my baby boy can be fine one minute and deathly ill another minute scares me. It is something we've had to live with and haven't gotten any answers from doctors. We continue to try and find ways to prevent this from happening. 


Micah is now almost 3 years old, and he continues to amaze me. Even when he is sick or in the hospital this kid keeps laughing and playing! Nurses have commented that it's amazing how he hardly ever slows down. Hirschsprung's is part of his life, but we fight for it to be a small part. He is smart and funny. He loves to joke around and get others to laugh! He wants to be everywhere at once, and soaks up knowledge. He is now his target weight and continues to grow. Micah is the type of kid who walks into a room full of people and says 'Hello Friends!' He loves cuddling on my lap, and if I leave the room to get something he always runs to me and gives me a hug. 

Having a child with a rare disease has taught me:

How strong the human spirit is, I am amazed at how Micah keeps fighting and never gets discouraged. 

That sometimes I need to stand up to nurses and doctors because I know my child best. It's hard to do, I tend to not like to make waves, but it is necessary. I've had to be a strong willed advocate in getting my son proper treatment that has been the difference between him getting to the point of being deathly ill and treating him before it gets to that point. 

Not everybody understand, and that's okay. Most people are lucky to never have to deal with caring for a sick child. Sometimes even extended family doesn't full understand why we can't attend family funtions, but that's okay. We know we're doing what is best for our son, and everything else is so much lower on the priority list that we don't even notice it. I know there have been hurt feelings and misunderstandings, and that's okay too. I hope people learn more and know that our only intention is to protect our son. 

Even though something difficult is going on that doesn't mean life is bad. We're incredibly lucky that Micah's disease is treatable, and even more lucky that we even have him with us. We have a sick child, but there is so much to be thankful for! His illness, and everything that comes with it, are just a part of life. Feeling bad about it, or fighting it, doesn't help. 

We can handle literally anything. Seriously, the biggest thing that this has taught me is we can accomplish so much! I now try to have the attitude that no matter what happens we'll get through it. I have an awesome husband who makes me laugh and we have a kid who we love to death. Even when things get hard, we can get through it. Currently a worry is my husband finding a job for when he graduates in May. I've come to the conclusion that even if it takes a while to find a job, we'll be okay. We may not be able to spend money on fun things for a while, or move as quickly as we would like.... but it's okay. I try to ask myself "What's the worst than can happen, and so what if it does?" and seriously.... short of somebody dying I've learned it's just something we'll get through. 







Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Lets Start This Over





So as many of you know, my weight loss journey has been all sorts of up and down. I've struggled with this ever since recovering from eating disorder behavior when I was 19. As my doctors have explained to me, my body no longer 'trusts' me and now holds on to the fat and calories. When this was first explained to me I was very bitter and my response was basically 'Well, that's okay because I don't like or trust my body either.' Now, however, I'm a lot more at peace with it. And while it simply is what it is, that doesn't mean I have to be overweight. All this means is that I need to work harder to maintain a healthy weight! If I was willing to work so hard at skipping meals and being underweight I now owe it to myself and my body to work just as hard at being healthy.

So about a year and a half ago I started working out and being more aware of what I was eating. It worked and at this time last year I was down 60 pounds and almost at the weight my doctor had suggested. I was thrilled! I had more energy and started to enjoy life more. Losing weight for me will always include walking a very thin line, though. I slowly started eating less again and working out for an average of three hours a day. I was slipping back into unhealthy behaviors and knew that if I didn't take a step back from losing weight I would have a full blown relapse on my hands. Being a mom, especially a mom to a high needs toddler who struggles with health, I simply can't afford to relapse. My family can't afford for me to relapse.

So here I am 6 months after taking a break and I'm back to where I started. My self esteem has gotten to the point where I simply avoid looking in the mirror anymore. I feel sluggish and unable to enjoy the things I love. It's time to start again and work at being healthy. This isn't about a number for me, it can't be or else I'll start with the unhealthy behavior again. This needs to simply be about health and feeling good!

The plan is this:

1. I'm not going to keep a food journal. I tie too many emotions into food, if I obsess too much on calories and what food I eat then I will fail. I am going to eat as much healthy food as I want while limiting the unhealthy foods.

2. I am going to work out for up to an hour every day, but no more than that. Ideally splitting the workout into two 30 minute workouts daily. I will listen to my body while working out. I will push myself to do better in workouts, but not push myself past what is good for my body. While workouts can be up to an hour, they can be less if needed.

3. My main priority is not this journey. Last time I tried this my house was messy and I didn't spend as much time as I want to with Micah. I need to be able to do this while putting my family first, it can NOT become my main obsession or the only thing I think about all day. It just isn't healthy.

4. I will love myself. I will not get mad at myself if I indulge in a food I enjoy. I will look begin looking in the mirror again and look for things I like about myself. I will remember the reason I am doing this is to be the best me - the best wife and mother - I can be. I will treat myself with the kindness I deserve.

So lets get to this!!!

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Realization



I know it's been a long time since I have blogged, however I have gone over this topic in my head for the past two months now not really knowing if I wanted to put it all down into words. 

About two months ago after a completely normal day, where Micah was energetic and ate a normal amount, I sent my husband to wake Micah up from his nap because he had been sleeping for too long. The next thing I knew Urian was hurrying up the stairs saying that Micah had a fever. When it comes to Micah and his health problems we usually do a lot of listening to our gut on what we should do. When it's time to head straight to the hospital you just know. And that is what we did.

When we got to the hospital his fever was 105 and he was very lethargic. We didn't even have to wait in the waiting room, they got us straight back. We walked into the room and there were already around 3 nurses and a doctor already in there waiting for him. They put him on septic protocol, and he was soon admitted to inpatient and put on a couple of antibiotics. 



In the days that followed there were a lot of tests, all resulting in nothing. Labs hardly ever reveal what the exact bacteria is. However, this is the first time they started saying they were concerned about what his lab results were saying about his blood. I was sitting in his room comforting him a couple of days into his hospitalization when a pediatric doctor came in to talk to me. He said that they weren't sure what was going on, but that they wanted to test for several things - one of those things being cancer in his blood. I have rarely seen a doctor so kind, as he sat on the ground next to Micah and started talking to Micah about Elmo and singing songs to him to make him more comfortable as he examined him. Even as I was shocked at what he had just talked to me about, I did really appreciate the way he treated Micah as a human being and not as another diagnosis. 

We waited days for the results, and although his blood did show many worrying things (such as an extremely low white count, Poikilocytosis, Burr Cells and Atypical Lymph) they did come to the conclusion that it wasn't cancer, and rather a possibility of a different blood disorder that was being affected by his infection. 


During his hospitalization, as Micah lay lethargic in a hospital wagon that I would pull around to soothe him, I thought a lot. This was the first time I really thought about the possibility of Micah getting so sick that one day he might not recover from an infection. I had talked with parents online, and I had heard the stories of children with Hirschsprung's Disease getting an infection that goes septic. I had heard about the deaths, and the warnings the parent's of those angel children give to the other parents on the forums. However, we've always been very lucky. Micah had never been septic before this time, and he had always responded to the medications. So even though I knew logically that sometimes these kids don't make it I had never really connected that possibility emotionally to our own situation. And let me tell you, there is no way to put into words how that feels. I was honestly floored by the realization. 

It was hard watching Micah be so sick. He is a toddler who is so completely full of life, who never slows down for anything. Yet he laid in the wagon not even turning his head when we passed things or when spoken to. He slept through painful medical procedures. 



Over the days he slowly regained his personality, and although it took him a while he began sitting up in the wagon and interacting. Slowly he started wanting to walk instead of sitting, and then he wanted to play. And then we got to go home, and start returning to a normal life. 

I am thankful to the hospital staff we had. The nurses who stroked his forehead and covered him in icepacks to bring down his fever. I'm thankful to the nurses who sought out sesame street books to give him when he was too weak to play, but enjoyed looking at books. When they would order him food even though we knew he probably wouldn't eat it. To the doctors who treated him like any other toddler even when he wasn't reactive enough to care. To all of the staff who treated him like a child in need of kindness. The nurse who took him to a balcony to watch the fireworks even though he wouldn't have known he had missed anything. I'm thankful that when he was hurting so badly, they cared and how they made it their mission to make him comfortable. I'm thankful that some of them visited even when they weren't assigned to him. 

I'm amazed at so much kindness I witnessed. I'm amazed that even though we didn't want to be there, I'm thankful that I got to share my son with them because I know that he received an incredible amount of love from them. 


Thursday, April 16, 2015

Damage

I was on Instagram the other day when I decided to to click on the hashtag #eatingdisorder. What I saw was disturbing. There were pictures of deep cuts with people commenting things like 'Love it!' and 'Goals <3'. People sharing tips on how to starve yourself, or what will help you throw up the biggest amount of food. To anybody who hasn't struggled with an eating disorder or self harm it's hard to understand why people are doing this.

Now I'm going to need to warn you that going forward in this post there are going to be several triggering images.

When I was struggling with Anorexia and Bulimia I was a frequent visitor of what is called 'Pro Ana' websites. On these websites you could talk to others going through the same thing, and the topics were very rarely ones that encouraged recovery. There were things like the ABC diet, a diet lasting 50 days consisting of 5 fasting days and 45 days where you're given a number of calories (anywhere between 100 and 800). The ABC diet is designed to trick your metabolism by switching up the number of calories day to day so that you can lose a lot of weight quickly.



 Anad.org says "A person trapped by the cycle of behaviors, often keeps most of their thoughts, activities, and fears carefully hidden.  During this isolation people succumb to the need to feel like they are part of a community, even if it is an online community – that is when these websites are the most toxic." The intrigue of these sites, as well as the instagram eating disorder community, is that you aren't alone in your disorder. It's another example of misery loves company, and only fuels the addiction and abuse. You feel as though it's you (and the community) against the world, as though this group of people are the only ones who really understand and increases distrust in recovery and doctors. You feel cared for, and held accountable when you post pictures of everything you eat. It takes the healthy dieting advice of keeping a food journal and takes it to sick extremes. 

Part of what worried me most on these posts was body check pictures. Pictures anorectics and bulimics were taking of themselves, usually with ribs and bones showing to share their progress and usually with a caption in which they called themselves fat or lamenting the fact that they hadn't lost as much weight as they thought they should have. I would scroll down to the comments and see people commenting their jealousy and saying that it was their goal to see their ribs like those in the pictures. There was a lot of glamorizing going on in regards to what an eating disorder looks like. 

For those deep into their disorder and those not wanting to recover my words wont do much. My only hope is that maybe somebody who isn't too far in, or maybe is somebody who is contemplating recovery, will read this and see how damaging an eating disorder really is. For me, by the time I realized I was doing more than simply dieting I really didn't care about the physical ramifications that would accompany my actions. If somebody told me about a drug that would help me lose weight, but would also, lets say, make my eyes bleed, my only thought would be 'Yeah... but it will make me lose weight?'. No matter what damage it would do to my body the only thing that mattered was that it would make my fat go away. While I still battle thoughts like this, I do genuinly care about my physical health. I wish I had cared about what I was doing to future me when I was in the deepest parts of my disorders. 


You see, even years after beginning my recovery journey, there are still signs left over from my eating disorder. On my left hand, especially when it's cold, you can see the scars and callouses left from purging. It isn't something that effects my daily physical health - but it isn't something I am proud of. Bulimics often have sores in their mouths and hands caused by stomach acid and from your hand scraping against your teeth. This is called Russell's sign. While the open sores have long since healed, at this point I'm not terribly hopeful the scars will ever go away.

If you really want to mess up your teeth, bulimia is the way to go. I tried to pay extra attention to my teeth when I was participating in disordered eating, but the damage was still done. I was probably lucky I didn't get more damage, and I still have all of my teeth. Yet I get a lot of pain when eating or drinking, especially if the food is very hot or very cold. Probably the only cosmetic sign you can see when looking is that my teeth appear thinner than the average person's. This is because of the stomach acid eating away at the enamel. If you look very far back in my mouth my oral surgeon also mentioned there are a few cracks due to weakening of my teeth. In the future I will likely have my teeth capped, but at this time I can't afford it. 


Probably the most serious of damage I'm left with now is scar tissue in my throat from constant tearing and ulcers in my stomach and gastric polyps. I've had many endoscopies, and will have many more in the future. My eating disorders put me at a high risk for throat and mouth cancers, esophogeal collapse and a whole array of stomach problems (many of which I already experience). A few years ago I had to be put on a handful of drugs to try and treat the damage done, or at least slow it down from progressing to the life threatening problems. The medications didn't help much and I decided to go off of them a couple of years ago. The picture of the blood above this is a picture taken only a couple of weeks ago when I developed a cough. While I no longer purge, the damage to my throat is permanent. If I cough, or god forbid get a stomach bug that makes me vomit, the scar tissue in my esophagus will often open back up and bleed. This is very dangerous, obviously. I worry a lot about my throat collapsing. 

Left over from both purging and starving, I have heart problems. I get a lot of heart pain both when I exert myself too much and when I lay down. Sometimes the pain is so intense I can't get full breaths or move. It's very scary when this happens, and sadly like a lot of the other things caused by eating disorders there is no fix it that my doctors have found. 

Last, but not least, is stomach pain. Years later I continue to battle a sensitive stomach. If it isn't a food I'm used to, or if I eat more than I usually do, I'm left in pain for a day or sometimes two. Forget letting go and stuffing myself at Thanksgiving, if I eat too much the food will unvoluntarily come right back up or leave me with cramps. It isn't a bad thing to practice portion control, I just wish it was an option instead of a must. 

Now that we've brought the reality of these disorders to light many of you are probably asking yourself what the solution to the websites and communities on social networks. The sad part is, I don't know as if there is one. We can shut down the websites and instagram can (and does) try to remove content or accounts that continuously post this content - but it is a never ending cycle. People will create new websites and new accounts, the pictures and forums will continue to exist. We can try to tell our stories, or to let them know that it really does get better with recovery, but the people who are posting on these accounts are often too consumed in what they see as the truth to believe you. I used to go around commenting on these pictures, or trying to help the people posting. It left me discouraged, left in the realization that literally nothing I said could change somebody who wasn't ready or willing to change. 

I once was in contact with a teenage girl asking questions about recovery. I messaged her and we communicated for several hours, I let her know of my medical situations and how even though I thought I could never be happy or let go of my EDO I really could. And now life is worth living, it's beautiful and amazing to be alive. She seemed encouraged, telling me that what I said really gave her hope. Not two hours later she was posting 'Screw recovery' and saying that she was going to fast for three days. Words can't cure people, it has to come from inside of them. I do hope, however, that sometimes the things I said come to mind, that sometimes the truths I told her combat what lies her anorexia is telling her. 

It's a long hard road hoping stories like mine do help people. I hope some day there is an answer to the questions I have on how to help. The only thing I know to do is to raise awareness. I hope parents know that these communities exist, and that it doesn't make you a bad parent to monitor what your teenagers are doing. I hope those same parents, or friends, know that even if the help you are giving (whether it be hospitalizing the patient or simply not enabling them) makes the person angry that it may just save their lives in the end. I told my parents I hated them. I refused my dad's visits in the hospital for weeks. Yet when I was brought back into a healthy state of mind and ready of accept recovery and the help given, I had nothing but gratitude. 

I hope in some way this and other blogs help. 


Wednesday, April 15, 2015

The grass is greener on THIS side

I hear people say 'The grass is always greener on the other side'. However, when I was in the NICU with Micah, a few days after he was born, I pondered that saying. Looking around that hospital made me realize just how green my own grass was. My son, while quite ill, was born with all of his limbs. He took a breath after he was born, and we were never told that he was going to die.

Now, two years later, I realize that Micah (like most babies) is the best example I know of having a positive attitude. He continually seems unphased by much of what goes on inside of his body. His only wish in life is to move and explore, and to him there's no reason he shouldn't be able to. Unlike most of us, he doesn't let things get in his way or drag him down. Sure, when Curious George comes on the TV when he was really wanting to watch Sesame Street he gets a little upset. But how would it be to have so many health problems and trials in life, yet to have the attitude that the worst thing going on in that moment is that Elmo isn't singing?



When Micah was in the NICU I will overcome with worry for his health, and grief for the situation. It was easy to feel down while basically living at the hospital and seeing him so sick under the lights. Micah, however, was one of the happiest babies I had ever seen. I had never realized how much personality a newborn could have until I was his mom. He had a surgery which confirmed the news that he had Long Segment Hirschsprung's Disease, yet a few days after the painful surgery in which he received his colostomy he smiled his very first smile. This is when I basically kicked myself in the butt and felt so incredibly stupid for focusing on so many negative things. After all, he was the one going through all of the pain and being effected first hand. If he was strong enough and determined enough to be such a happy baby, then what right did I have to let this diagnosis consume us?



He came home from the hospital when he was a month old. Much of my time was spent researching his disease, and figuring out the very best way to care for him. Hirschsprung's Disease was such a big part of my life during this time. Micah, on the other hand, didn't even seem to notice the intestine that was sticking out from his abdomen. He did all of the things normal babies do, and loved seeing and exploring everything he could. All through those months of having skin ulcers, failure to thrive, and serious infections, he smiled. He didn't seem to have any comprehension of the many health trials he continually had. In fact, the only thing he disliked in life was bath time. Typical boy.


Time for surgery rolled around, and while he didn't enjoy any of the procedures that came with being in the hospital he never seemed to dwell on them. He would be unhappy and cry in pain when things were happening, yet as soon as they were over he would be smiling again. One night his heart monitor started going crazy as he lay happily in the crib. He was so calm and happy the nurses thought it must be a monitor problem, it took them listening to his heart and calling in doctors to even be convinced there was a problem. Of course, when they realized something actually was happening they did get very serious and worried for him - but because he was so content it took a while. All during the EKGs and his heart rate climbing to 311 he simply coo'ed and laid in his crib.




Skipping ahead to more recent events, Micah has had 8 confirmed cases of enterocolitis in his 2 years of life. Colitis is an extremely painful, very dangerous problem. The most recent time it was hard to get him diagnosed because he would be screaming in agony, and then by the time we would get him to the hospital the pain had subsided just enough for him to be his playful little self. He would literally be in the emergency room with a bloated belly, throwing up everything, and at the same time he would be watching tv and playing. We were told multiple times that he was much too happy to have enterocolitis. This all ended in him becoming seriously ill, with an alkeline phosophate level in the thousands, with a huge stomach. We went in for an appointment with our regular surgeon and he was lethargic, throwing up, flushed cheeks and unresponsive when touched and spoken to. She hospitalized him immediately upon seeing him, yet that same night nurses were commenting on how happy he was. Throughout his week long stay I had to repeatedly be his advocate when surgeons (ones who weren't his regular assigned surgeon) would take one look at him and say he wasn't sick enough to be hospitalized. I would have to point out his lab work and explain his personality before they would agree he needed to be there. It was exhausting racing to the hospital early each morning, needing to be there before the surgeons did their rounds to assure he wouldn't be released prematurely as he had been for the past month.


Even today, as I spend over an hour on the phone with the surgeons office trying to get answers for why several times a week he'll refuse a meal and then scream until his face is bright red, unable to pass stool until pressure has built and he's doubled over with cramps. I speak on the phone while he dances to the music playing on Elmo in Grouchland, seemingly unaware that anything is wrong in the world. Because Micah lives in the moment in ways I can only dream of and work towards. 




 I don't mean this to come across as though Micah is always perfectly and incredibly joyous. He does have his struggles, and like anybody he feels pain and reacts to it. Micah has struggles I can't even comprehend, because I have been blessed enough not to have these problems in my own body. There are times I cry because he's in such obvious pain and I feel helpless with no way to take it away. My point in writing this post is that, yes Micah has incredible trials in life - but those struggles are not what define him. He doesn't LET his physical setbacks define him. He shows me every day that we are all much more than the cards we are dealt. Micah isn't Hirschsprung's Disease. Micah is pure energy and curiosity. He is strength and laughter, somebody who loves it when other people laugh. He's the little boy who calls me mom and will stop playing just to come and give me kisses. He's inspiration, a little boy who sees the world as a magical happy place instead of letting any bad experiences he's had cloud his vision. When I sing 'You Are My Sunshine' to him at night, there are no truer words. Micah is pure sunshine.

I wonder at what age it is we start to let negativity consume our worlds? When is it that instead of noticing all of the wonderful things in life, we instead dwell on the few bad things?

When I grow up I want to be like Micah. Living in the moment, and letting each trial pass naturally without holding on to them. Knowing pain, but choosing joy. What an amazing way to live that would be.








Monday, April 13, 2015

Awkward Mommy Encounters

The text came in at approximately 10:30 on a Friday morning.

     Hey so we're going to the park with some other mom's around noon if you and Micah want to come.

This is what I had been looking for. My chance at getting into the group of moms from around the neighborhood (a must if I ever wanted Micah to be invited for play dates and make friends). Now to respond. Don't sound too excited or weird....

    Awesome :) sounds fun!

I got ready, wearing a flattering shirt and pants.... not that I was trying too hard or anything. Right before leaving I also made sure to drag a comb through Micah's hair, he always has a patch in the back that sticks straight up no matter what I do. We leave ten minutes before noon to be sure at be there right on time.

When we arrive I only see one mom there, I assume the others are late. I don't recognize this mom, but usually the park is vacant so she must be here for the same group. I sit next to her while Micah runs off to play.

"It's great that we can get together like this. Usually nobody is here so I wonder if there's something wrong with this park and I'm the only one who doesn't know... hopefully we can get the kids together more often!"

She walks away. She wasn't part of the group and had no idea what I was talking about.

Ten minutes after noon nobody has arrived, and even the other mom who was there had gathered her kids up, her eyes darting nervously in my direction, and left. I decide I must be at the wrong park, I should really hurry to the other one near our neighborhood. I really should have asked which park....

I get about 3/4 of the way there when I see it. Moms on parade is headed my direction, looking amazing in their designer yoga pants and their high end jogging strollers. They've just spotted me. I quickly turn around and act as though I had been walking that way the whole time. Maybe they didn't see me. I hear them calling my name, but pretend I didn't hear. Acting as though I wasn't the most awkward human being on the earth I arrive at the park (once again) and casually pretend to just now be noticing them.

I feel like the biggest derp on the planet and text my husband.

    Aaaand I went full awkward turtle.
    This is why I'm not invited places! THIS IS WHY I CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS!!!!
    They know I'm not one of them! Abort mission!

My husband is still laughing hysterically at these....

I walk over to my friend, the one who had invited me. We talk about the kids and that goes well. I then notice that I hadn't gotten the message that this was a picnic lunch thing.... I spend the next half hour chasing after my son (whom I had fed before we left home) who was running from kid to kid trying to beg cookies off of them. He was putting all of his energy into this begging - even I was starting to believe I starved him (I don't)!

This is about when I decide I should call it a day and leave before I make a bigger fool of myself. As I'm leaving one of the other moms is very nice, making small talk and saying goodbye. Don't be weird.... don't be weird....

Oops, too late. I notice I'm petting my son like a dog while I'm talking to her.

Stop! Stop petting him! People are giving you weird looks, oh why can't I stop?!

Finally I leave.

I don't think I'll be invited anymore.



   

Thursday, April 9, 2015

DIY wolf tail



I have a little sister (age 11) who is in love with all things animals. She is always making animal things to wear, so of course I had to try this craft with her! I'm having her do most of it, with my help, to get a good idea of how ideal it would be as an activity with kids.



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 Materials Needed
     Yarn of your choice
     A comb, brush, or pet brush
     Scissors 
     A chain or clip you can use to attach to your pants
     A straightener 



Step One:
   First you're going to measure out how long you want your tail to be and then double back on that length, without cutting the yarn, until you have 12 pieces. 


Step Two:
  Cut the string connecting your loops to your ball of yarn, and then tie your loops together at one end. On the opposite end cut the end of your loops to make it possible to braid. 


Step Three:
  Braid your yarn, leaving enough room at the end to tie it at the end. 


Step Four:
  Comb out the end of the yarn until it looks like this. 


Step Five: 
  Wrap yarn around your hand until you've done 12 loops loosely around your fingers. Cut the string, and then tie a smaller strand of string connecting all of your loops. 


Step Six: 
  Cut the opposite end of your loops. 



Step Seven: 
  Comb out the strands. They're going to be curly, which leads us to....


Step Eight:
  Using a straightener set to a moderate heat, straighten out your yarn. Brush it out again after this step. 


Step Nine: 
  Tie the yarn at the top of this piece to the bottom of your braided yarn. 

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Step Ten: 
  Repeat this process until your braided section is covered. 

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Step Eleven: 
  When you reach the top, attach your chain.
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And Enjoy!!!!

Thoughts: The process took about four hours in total. We didn't do it all at once, and even though it took quite a while she enjoyed all of it. I would say this craft is for preteens with a lot of patience, teenagers, and adults. This would be something enjoyable to do while watching TV or having family time. She is in love with her new tail! We would do this again.