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Friday, February 27, 2015

i love someone who is rare

Months ago I promised you all I would write a little about Ollie's condition...yet every time I tried to sit down to write it I would get overwhelmed and walk away. Sometimes it is a little tough, emotionally, to write about, but more than that, I find it hard to edit myself. All the little parts and pieces that make up Ollie's medical history seem so important to me, but I know from a reader's perspective it might be really boring.
Anyway, since tomorrow is Rare Disease Day, I figured it's now or never! (And I promise, I'll try to keep it short and sweet!)


Ollie was born with a condition called Hemimegalencephaly (though he was not diagnosed until he was 2 years old). It is a neurological condition where one half of the brain is abnormally larger than the other. (Ollie has left HME). Typically, this condition causes intractable seizures which do not respond to medication and eventually necessitating a hemispherectomy, which involves the disconnecting or removal of the affected side of the brain. This condition is extremely rare. A few years ago I put this on Ollie's Facebook page to illustrate just how rare it is:

"The odds of having conjoined (siamese) twins is 1 in 200,000
The odds of being struck by lightning is 1 in 700,000
The odds of having a child with Hemimegalencephaly is 1 in 1,000,000.

But then, we always knew Ollie was one in a million. Even before the diagnosis."

Ollie's case is a rarity within the rare: his epilepsy actually is acceptably controlled by medication. This means that he does occasionally have breakthrough seizures (usually during an illness, when overtired or overheated, or during a growth spurt) but it is certainly nowhere near as bad as it could be (ie, hundreds of seizures daily...) I'm sure I don't need to tell you how incredibly lucky we feel about this!

The epilepsy is the scariest part of Ollie's condition. Over the years, I have gotten better at expecting and treating his seizures, but it never really gets easy.  I have spent much of this flu season clenched up in a ball of panic, dreading the day a school illness finds its way into our home. There are other ways it has affected him, as well: He has delays in speech, fine and gross motor, and elsewhere. In many areas, he is developmentally delayed up to 2 years. He's in speech, physical, and occupational therapies, and at school, he has an aide to help him keep on-task. Things are just a little more challenging for Ollie.

Ollie gets poked and prodded a lot. Our life involves lots of doctor visits, lots of procedures, and a lot of fights with insurance. Here's a picture from his 48 hour EEG (which involved being hooked into a computer while sitting in that bed the entire time- he was incredible and didn't start to complain until about 36 hours in.)

Despite all of that, Ollie really is very much a normal kid. We don't know what to expect for the future. But in fact, we never have:

At one point, we weren't sure if he would walk. (He had a tiny little walker at one point, which was truly the cutest thing ever!) But then, at 28 months, he did start to walk on his own... And now he runs and jumps and climbs.

At one point, we were pretty set on the fact that he would never talk. We spent nights in sign language classes and days learning how to use speech assistive technology devices. But slowly, he started saying words, then stringing those words together into sentences. Now, he sometimes he gets in trouble in school for talking too much!

At one point, we feared that he would not be able to properly socialize. That he had no interest in other children. He was found to have "social deficiencies" and was tested for Autism. Eventually, though, he became interested in other children and now he adores his friends. He now actually scores above average in social categories.

Naturally, I have many fears for the future. I constantly have questions swirling around in my head: Will he be able to be independent? Go to college? Live on his own? Drive a car?  The thing that I have learned about Ollie, though, is that you can never say: He won't be independent or he won't live on his own... because he has already proved to us that things we might have assumed he wasn't capable of just needed to be mastered in his own time.

There's a few other things you also might want to know about Ollie...

His smile is just about the greatest thing on the planet.








He is funny. Like, really funny.




He's never felt sorry for himself. Ever.




He is a real man's man: 
He loves sports and monster trucks and racing. And Ninja Turtles. Obviously.














Oh, and if you're lucky enough to be in his inner circle, he'll love you like no one else. 
As you might have already guessed, that's how we feel about him, too.




***Tomorrow, February 28th, is Rare Disease Day. If you feel so inclined, wear jeans and tell someone it's in honor of Ollie! 
(And if you forget, don't worry- March 26th is Wear Purple for Epilepsy day :)***




Friday, February 20, 2015

7/52: play(dough) time + from the mouths of frucclettes


I don't know if you've heard, but we've got a bit of snow. Thankfully, the last few storms have been of the heavier variety so, while it's a bastard to shovel, at least the kids can play in it without falling down 4 feet to the ground! The only problem lately is that it's been 20-below outside so we can't even play without being miserable about 5 minutes in. 

Since Dylan has been born, my Germaphobia has kicked into critically high levels (and believe me, you can ask anyone who knows me, it was pretty out of control to begin with) so we obviously won't be venturing out to any museums-libraries-kid spots until the windows can be opened and the measles, etc. germs can be aired out. And with all of the vacation/snow/sick/etc days over the last couple of months, that leaves playing inside our house. As you might imagine, we've had to get a bit creative with our toys. 

Sometimes, just adding an extra element to what we've already got seems to do the trick. For instance, when Peyton gets bored of her My Little Ponies, I'll let her bring them all to the "beach" (aka, the kitchen sink) and she'll happily splash and play with them for hours, while Ollie has recently discovered that playdough makes playing with his Monster Trucks infinitely more fun. So much so that all of our store-bought Playdoh dried out. I can't believe I've been a mother for over 6 years and never made my own (recipe here), but I'm here to tell you, it's so easy I'm never doing store-bought again! 

February, Week 7/52: 
Play(dough) time (+ From the Mouths of Frucclettes)
Ollieisms:
After I told him his puppy blanket, Roni, was stinky and needed to be washed, he smelled him and reported: "Not stinky. Like fire and marshmallows. Ahhh."

Looking at me with a big, dreamy smily one day: "Mom, I just love...steak. I love steak so much."

Playing with his new Spider-Man Truck after I replaced the one he lost, I heard him whisper, "Welcome home Spida-Man"

After coming into our room one morning at 4:45am, he rubbed both our arms and said: "Ahh, my faaaaaaaavorite kiddos!"

Peytonisms:

In NYC over Christmas- 
Pey: Who stinks?
Jon: Did you toot?
Pey: No! Oh, that not toots, that just 'Ew York City!

When I was very pregnant- 
"Mommy, your belly is getting too big. Your belt is gonna pop off!"

Me: Pey, where's Ollie?
Pey: He hadda go to Starbucks.
Me: Oh, what's he getting there?
Pey (with a look of disgust): Uhhh, a STARRRR?

"Oops, I burped. 'Scuse me. Every day I burp. I burp outta my mouf. And every day I toot outta my bum-bum."

Sitting in my lap and looking into my face: "See, I love you Mom... And your eyeballs are 'scusting."

Dylan, 1 Week Old: Dylan declined to play playdough this week, and aside from some adorable little grunts and squeaks, did not have any quotes of note. However, I did take her first weekly chair photo, so I figured we'd go with that :)













Wednesday, February 18, 2015

3 baby stories, & life the first week or so...

It's truly amazing to me how completely unique your own labor and birth stories can turn out.

My babies at 2 days old

With Oliver, I was 6 days past my due date when I finally went into labor, and that labor lasted for days, plus 3+ hours of pushing. He weighed 7 pounds, 11 ounces (and his head was probably 5 of those pounds!) He was the most adorable thing I'd ever laid my eyes on, even though I remember saying with a laugh, "Who are you???" because I didn't picture him looking like he did.

Peyton was 8 days early, and my labor was rather quick at about 12 hours from the first contraction to her debut- with basically half a practice push to get her out. She was 6 pounds, 12 ounces and the tiniest thing any of us had ever seen. I think we were expecting her to look exactly like Oliver, so when we first saw her we were so confused! We weren't expecting her to be her own little person (and her own little person she turned out to be!)

My labor with Dylan was about 6 hours from start to finish, and just about as easy as Peyton with 2 pushes. I really only had about an hour and a half of really bad contractions, but apparently I have the lowest pain threshold around because I was miserable for that hour and a half. As it turned out, I was miserable because I was dilating 4 cm (from 3 to 7) in that short amount of time... so at least I didn't have to wait long for my epidural. {And yes, I'm an epidural person. When I was in labor with Oliver, I planned on (among other things listed in a detailed, 3-page birth plan, haha) a drug-free birth. About 12 hours in, I scrapped that plan and- though I felt a bit like a failure- asked for the epidural, as I was throwing up on myself because I didn't even have the energy to turn my head away at that point. Once I actually got the epidural, though, I felt like I was able to focus on and enjoy the birth of my baby, and I never dwelled on the fact that I didn't stick to my original plan. And so, with Peyton and Dylan, my birth plan was always one sentence: Bring on the epidural, STAT.}

5 days before | 5 days after
Dylan weighed 7 pounds, 8 ounces and was 19.5 inches long. As I've mentioned, we were pretty positive that she was a boy because of all of the speculation by friends and family (and strangers...) and also because we thought that the OB had spilled the beans moments before she was born. So when she was born and it was announced, "A little GIRL!" it was the most wonderful, special surprise ever! Jon and I both said, "Oh my goodness, she looks exactly like Peyton!!!" She looked so tiny that the nurse actually re-weighed her two more times to make sure that the 7-8 wasn't a mistake!


From the second she was born, Dylan was a sweet love. At 11 days old, she has so far been the easiest of my babies. She's a champion nurser, she's not ashamed to take a nice solid nap for most of the day, and while she prefers the warmth and coziness of being held, she does alright in her Mamaroo too. Annnnd... I'm knocking on wood as I write this... she goes 2-3 hours between night feedings (sometimes more!) which is unprecedented in this household. There have been a few nights where she's demanded that I hold her between those feedings, but the last few nights have gone well and she's gone back to her Co-Sleeper without complaint.






Since coming home, Dylan has celebrated her first Holiday: 
1 week old on Valentines Day!

And had her first bath (given by Peyton with help from Mama!): 





Dylan has the most adoring sister on Earth:






And her brother is less and less afraid of her every day. Last night he gave her a kiss on the top of her head, just because:  

Peyton loves to go through Dylan's drawers and pick out clothes for her to wear. Then we have to go to her room to find something that matches:
"Mommy, I need circles and lines like my baby"

Outfit by Peyton.
And, personally, I just think she's really stinkin' cute:



And in other news, I can eat deli meat again, so I am officially a nicer person:

Sweet thing, I waited 9 months for you...