Still in the Woods

In the early days of Gage’s diagnosis, I would try my best to take things one day at a time and celebrate each accomplishment as it came. I didn’t realize I was doing it at the time, but I had a mental checklist of ways we were in the clear. A check up at the pediatrician confirmed he had gained a few ounces…yay! A visit to the ophthalmologist let us know his eyes looked healthy…hooray! The audiologist established that he was hearing all tones…awesome!

It was so naive. Because truth be told, we were never out of the woods in any situation. Don’t get me wrong, we are so thankful for all the strides and gains Gage has made and I count each and every day of good health as a huge blessing. He’s doing really well lately. Others notice it and so do we. And I still value celebrating each accomplishment, no matter how small. But the scary risks and unknowns don’t go away. Gage has never made it onto the growth charts for his age. He needs glasses to help him see. We’ll keep checking hearing indefinitely. I would love to have a fix for every issue and the reassurance that our struggles are in the past, but that’s not our reality.

2 days ago, Gage had another seizure. It’s the second one he’s had. This time, we were at feeding therapy when it happened. Again, we were lucky to be surrounded by other people there to help. Again, it started slowly and was hard for me to recognize. Gage’s distant stare is also a mechanism he purposely uses to avoid things he doesn’t want to do, which I thought was what he was doing at first. But when I couldn’t get him to respond to his name or make eye contact with me, and especially when he showed no response to playing music or blowing bubbles (his favorite distractions during therapy) I knew something more was happening.

As we moved Gage from his chair to the floor, it seemed like he started to respond to our voices, and at that moment, his eyebrows started twitching up and down and his shoulders started jerking. I decided not to wait any longer and administered his emergency medicine. It took a few minutes for it to take effect, but eventually his uncomfortable movements and labored breathing turned to a peaceful sleep—a result of the meds.

The gracious faculty, staff and student at MSU were so awesome. They assured me we could stay there as long as we needed, which is exactly what we did while Gage slept. They made helpful suggestions, like writing down the way things happened so I could remember when it came time to talk more with the doctor. I was also lucky to get a call back from the nurse at our neurologist’s office in record time. She walked me through what to expect as the meds took effect.

Obviously I never want Gage to have a seizure, but I feel lucky that in both instances we were around others who were able to help. Questioning what to do and how to respond is one of the hardest parts, and I was glad to have others input as we walked through it. Talking afterward, I was asked when Gage’s last seizure happened and told them over a year ago—just long enough to give me a false sense of security. I never imagined we were completely out of the woods, but it was long enough for me to feel confident about our choice not to use daily preventative meds. Now we’re faced with the same tough choices a second time around…and another reminder that we are definitely not out of the woods.

I am in no way suggesting that we should live in fear or always be waiting for the other shoe to drop. I still wholeheartedly believe we should expect good things, but in our world that goes along with trying to be as prepared as we can, learning as much as possible and at times taking a leap of faith that we’ll figure things out and do the best we can for our kid. I hope this post doesn’t seem too negative or pessimistic, I just felt like I needed to share our experience and the feelings I’m wrestling with because of it. As always, I appreciate your prayers for Gage and for wisdom for us to make good choices and not let fear take over.

 “When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.” Psalm 56:3

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.  And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:6-7

“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” 2 Timothy 1:7

 

 

Expect Good Things

A friend once gave me some wonderful advice. He told me to expect good things. We were just chatting and catching up during one of the few times we see each other throughout the year. As we casually exchanged updates about our families and lives, he shared this little nugget of wisdom—expect good things. I replied that I really liked that and he got serious and said it took him a long time to learn that lesson, but he meant it. Expect the best things to happen. What harm can there be in having that attitude? This is one of the many lessons I’ve learned that I need to constantly remind myself of.

Why do we seem to, by default, always think about the worst case scenario? How often do we deal with our challenges by imagining all the ways things could go wrong or make our lives hard, rather than expecting the best? Lately, I’ve found myself saying that I’m a skeptic, or that I want to manage my expectations and not get my hopes up. I think experience has lead me to take on that attitude, because of the many times I look for something to be a magical fix, only to end up feeling disappointed.

There’s got to be a better balance between blind optimism and flat out negativity. Maybe my wise friend is onto something. I think at the root of his advice is a message of hope and keeping it alive. If we look at life with an expectation of good things to come, it might help to push the worry out of our brains and allow us to enjoy the present a little more. Expecting good things could make it easier to soak up the passing moments that fill our days, without letting them be clouded by fear about the future.

I think the other factor in play here is the definition of “good” things. Life has a way of surprising us and catching us off guard. Just because what’s thrown our way might be different than we imagined doesn’t mean it’s not good. Expecting good things might be less specific or clearly defined than the type A part of my personality would like. But if the past few years are any indication of what’s to come, I know I have so much to look forward to! My life and my family look quite a bit different than what I expected just a few short years ago. The surprises have included a friendship turned romance, a CMV diagnosis, a move to a new home, a second child, leaving a job I loved to stay home with my boys and more. And all of it has been so, so good. Better than I could have imagined.

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So instead of “managing my expectations” or “not getting my hopes up” as I think about what the future holds, I’m want to be better about expecting good things.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11

Life Lessons from Gage

I’ve learned a great deal since becoming a mom. Things I said I would never do, like let my kid play on my phone, I’ve resorted to quickly in a moment of desperation. There are still plenty of days when I have no clue what I’m doing, and truly just figure it out as I go. But a few of the most important lessons I’ve handsome fellalearned have been from my sweet Gage. His spirit is amazing and I’m beyond proud of him for so many reasons. The things he’s taught me have less to do with parenting and more to do with life in general. Here’s a sampling of a few takeaways from this handsome fella.

Work Hard, Play Harder

Gage is such a trooper with everything thrown his way, which includes countless hours of therapy, frequently meeting new people, doctors, etc. and going from one appointment to the next, sometimes back-to-back. He always amazes me at just how well he copes with it all. He works so hard to achieve even the smallest things, like reaching for the correct puzzle piece or several reps of therapeutic exercises in “the cage.” Some days super gageare better than others, but Gage’s norm is being a happy-go-lucky guy who’s eager to please and perform. But when he is the most successful is when his therapists make it fun for him. He’s got some AWESOME therapists (even college students in training) who brainstorm and come up with clever ways to get Gage to work while he’s having fun! He’s always motivated to try hard just for encouragement or praise, but he really shows off is when therapy is a game for him. This kid knows how to play hard!

Appreciate the Simple Things

Gage has a wonderful appreciation for the small things in life. One of his absolute favorite activities is watching me fold laundry. It’s so crazy, but he loves it. He’ll squeal and giggle with every single piece of clothing I pull out of the dryer. For me, this task can be repetitive and boring (even dreaded), but Gage’s delight makes it so much more enjoyable. His appreciation of the simple things are a welcome reminder for me to do the same.

Know What You Like and What You Don’t

My happy-go-lucky guy goes with the flow, but he definitely has his favorite things too. There is one particular black and white animated video that he’ll watch on loop on You Tube. It has adorable animals dancing around to classical music and is hands down Gage’s favorite distraction. The high contrast visuals and pleasant tunes are nice, so you might assume any similar video would be equally entertaining, but that’s not the case. As soon as the 2 minutes and 59 seconds have ended and You Tube automatically starts playing the next, extremely similar video, Gage complains to let me know it’s not the right one and I need to go back and hit replay. You can’t fault a kid for knowing what he likes!

Develop a Love for Reading

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Gage has been a fan of books from early on. Aside from his favorite video, a good old basket of books is a sure fire way to keep his adorable smiles and giggles coming. I could read through every book in our house multiple times and Gage wouldn’t get bored. He’s so engaged through each turn of a page.  He even anticipates the ending of his favorites and starts to pout before I can get out “the end” because he doesn’t want story time to be over.

Nothing Beats a Good Bath!

The tub is Gage’s happy place! He’s got his bedtime routine memorized (bath, bottle, brush, book and bed) and enjoys each step, but the first one is by far his favorite. His anticipation just at the mention of the word “bath” is adorable. He gets downright giddy, and when he hears the faucet turn on and sees the bubbles start to suds up, he can hardly contain himself. And I can hardly contain him as he works with all his strength to wiggle out of my arms. Sometimes after a long, hard day, you just need a nice soak (or crazy splash session) to unwind.

Maybe you’ll find some takeaways from Gage’s life lessons. If you’re really lucky, maybe you’ll even get a bubble bath tonight!