Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts

Monday, February 11, 2013

Feeding Tube Awareness Week!!!!!

This video is better than any words I have.  Keep your eyes peeled for my beautiful boy at 1:20...





To all of the brave and beautiful Tubies out there - you are amazing!  You and your families give us strength on days when we have none.  <3

Monday, June 18, 2012

Parents of Tube-Fed Children Ask This of You…

Parents of Tube-Fed Children Ask This of You…
By Lauren Sellers, with the help of over twenty moms of tube-fed children


1.         Consider what our daily life as the parent of a tube-fed child looks like.
Many of us arise at a ridiculously early hour in the morning to the incessant beeping of a pump, a child crying because a tube detached and they are covered in stomach contents or a wet bed after diaper leaks. Buttons pop out, or are sometimes ripped out. After a rough morning, our days do not get any easier. Michelle Wilson describes it well by saying, “Almost all day long, all we think about is how to feed our child, how much time will it take, how much to give, how fast or slow to give it, can they handle this volume, are they growing, can I feed them this...oh how I wish they would just eat.”. We cannot simply throw some diapers and some snacks in a bag and walk out the door. Preparation for everything is an exhausting process. And if we are desperate for just a little time to ourselves, we have to then rely on family and friends, who often have no idea how, or are too frightened to watch our medically fragile children.  The stress from never getting away from all things medical puts a huge strain on relationships with our spouses especially. We do not have any time together, without the discussion of medical supplies, hospital visits, bowel movements, fights over feedings, vomiting, and other less-than romantic topics. Financial struggle is also a big issue with most families. Formula and/or special foods are not always covered by insurance, along with extra supplies like protective belts, spare buttons for emergencies, and back packs that make our life and theirs easier. We spend money on gas for every trip to the doctor’s office or hospital, parents miss work, and other family members do without as well. Having a tube-fed child is taxing in many ways.

2.         Inform us in a compassionate manner.
We know you are the experts, which is why we come to you. Please do not speak to us as if we were a nuisance. We know that you see a lot of kids. It’s not as if we take joy in calling your office and listening to all of the extension choices, just to be sent to your voicemail. We only call when we have a valid concern about our child’s health, so please take the time to address our concerns in a timely manner. As Lisa Cavitt points out, “This is a living breathing human being I am pumping fluids into, and if he/she is getting sick every feed, or has a rash or discoloration, or a leak, to me, it is serious because it is not normal, and the minute I assume I know what I'm doing and I hurt her, it is ME that has to explain to [her] why I did what I did.”
We would love to have a happy, symptom-free, tube-free child that no longer needs your services, but until that day comes, it would be great if we could work together as a TEAM. Katrena Lee wants you to know that, “This is TOUGH for us…be kind, compassionate and understanding. Help us work through the issues with you.” Our children are not milliliters or ounces, so talk to us about the overall health, and goals that we need to achieve, not just about numbers. Every child is different. And sometimes, even when we follow your orders meticulously, our child will still refuse to eat anything, and while that may be upsetting to you, it is devastating to us! Please do not assume that if a child is not gaining weight, it is not because we are not trying every last thing we can possibly think of to coax them into taking one bite. All any of us want is for our child to grow and be healthy.

3.         Trust us.
We know our child better than anyone. We make the choice to come to you because we trust you will do your best for our child, so trust that we also have our child’s best interests in mind. Trust us to make good decisions for our child, and help us if we are having trouble. Please have respect for parents dealing with feeding issues 24/7. We do know what we are talking about. Our life revolves around each calorie consumed. We know what food our child can, and cannot tolerate, or will even try. When the time comes that you do not know what’s best, listen to us. In many cases, we have to figure out many of our child’s issues on our own. Don’t judge us simply by our reactions. None of us dreamed motherhood would mean sticking objects into a hole in our child’s stomach, treating wounds, draining stomachs, venting, or flushing. Our laughter may come from our uneasiness in the situation, or our apparent lack of emotion might come from chronic fatigue. We go through a lot more than most parents ever will, and we are tougher for it. Just because we act one way in your office, doesn’t mean that we do not scream in our car after an appointment, or cry once our child is asleep at night. Our child is always our top priority.

4.         Remember that tube feeding is not all bad.
As I have explained at length above, there are definite negatives to having a tube-fed child. But when we do see our child finally have the energy to run around our yard, not cringe over the thought of food that hurts to eat, finally start to catch up developmentally, return to their “old self” (as I have seen with my son), and in other children’s cases, stay alive, we are so incredibly thankful for those tubes. We all hope to get rid of the tube one day, and we work hard with doctors and therapists to do so, but we ask that you still remember how much tubes improve the lives of those that need them.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Inner Thoughts on Tube Day

I've been singing Jekyll & Hyde to myself for weeks now, having seen that it's coming to Philly later this year.  And today's Tube Day festivities made it seem all the more apt.  My inner thoughts today:

Now there is no choice:
I must put aside
The fears I feel inside...
There's no place to hide!

 No place to hide, indeed.  We've made the decision and it's time to go.  No turning back now.  Too afraid isn't an option.  We're doing this thing...


So it comes to this:
One great golden chance
That only I can take,
When everything I fought for
Is at stake!...
To make the mark
That only I can make!

We are so unspeakably fortunate to have the chance to do this for him.  It's been a rough, rough road.  And there's a rough road ahead, to be sure.  But I've fought to get him here and I'll see him through this.


Now the die is cast!
Nothing left to do...
Time alone can prove
 My theories true... 

It's done.  Now we wait to see if it helps.  I believe that it will.  I have to believe it. 


Tuesday, April 10, 2012

I am Thankful...

I post a lot about how we struggle and how I despair.  How I hope for a cure and hate that there isn't one.  Rarely do I remember to step back and give thanks (to whoever, whatever is meaningful in the moment.).  I'd like to take a moment to do that now.

I am thankful - so, so very thankful - for the little boy that Tom and I brought into the world.  I am thankful for his strong little body - which has been through so much and continues to carry him where he wants to go.  I am thankful for his beautiful smile and his joyful laugh, which have been untempered by the unfairness of everything going on around him.  I'm thankful for his brilliant mind and his quirky sense of humor, which make him the clever little ninja that we know and love.  But more than all of these things, I am thankful for his spirit.

Aidan is easygoing.  He's laid back and calm.  He's adaptable to anything.  "We need to wake up at 4am to get you ready for surgery, Aidan."  Okay Mommy, I can do that.  "We need to go to bed at 6:15, because Mommy and Daddy have lots of work to do tonight."  Sure Mommy, no problem!  "We need to stay up until 11pm, even though bedtime was five hours ago, because Mommy needs some adult interaction with Teddy's Mommy."  No problemo, Mama!  I'll be a nice, quiet, happy boy.

Part of being a Shields is adapting to everything thrown at us.  No one does this better than Aidan.  His easy acceptance of What needs to be done today makes everything possible.  More than possible.  Worthwhile.

Thank you, beautiful boy.  Thank you for sharing the light inside you.  Thank you for making every room you toddle into brighter.  Thank you for making this life worth living.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Welcome to Holland

The following was posted in my other blog, back when I pretended I had things other than Aidan to write about.  It deserves a place here.

It is so, so hard sometimes to stay positive and love the life you're living instead of mourning the one you'd hoped for.  I hope that I can take a lesson from Aidan, who knows nothing but Holland, but DOES notice the tulips and windmills and Rembrandts.  It's not Italy.  But it's wonderful.  And it's ours.
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I read this story several months ago.  Long before I knew that things with Aidan were anything other than they should be.  I distinctly remember reading it and thinking that it was touching, and how awful it must be to have something like this apply to your life.

As it turns out, we would learn.

This was written to help others understand what it's like to raise a special needs child.  Although my son isn't physically or mentally disabled, we are all too familiar with "special needs."  I call them "different needs," but it's all the same.  We find ourselves mourning the loss of our "Italian vacation", especially as we meet more and more Italy-goers.  But you know what?  Holland's pretty great too.  Holland is where we are, and we're learning the language and the customs as we go.  Sometimes we feel like we haven't brought the right clothes, and we don't understand the food, and dear god what's with those wooden shoes? - but Holland is where our little love is, and I wouldn't have him any other way.

 

WELCOME TO HOLLAND


by
Emily Perl Kingsley.
c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

 Not Holland

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

See?  Pretty!


But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

 Not even a whole building.  Overrated.

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.

But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.