I just pulled off a come-from-behind, 8.5 k words in the last 5 hours of November, exhausting National Novel Writing Month win! Huzzah! I can't write any more about it though, because I have no more words. More later, hopefully.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
NaNoWriMo Win!
I just pulled off a come-from-behind, 8.5 k words in the last 5 hours of November, exhausting National Novel Writing Month win! Huzzah! I can't write any more about it though, because I have no more words. More later, hopefully.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Halloween 2010
Yesterday we dressed Gwena up and went to some Halloween (sorry, "Harvoween") festivities at Jon's family's church. She didn't have any idea what was going on, but got really excited by all the people and commotion. We had our hands full keeping her from landing face-first on the asphalt, since her desire to run around seems to have outstripped her balancing abilities. She didn't eat any candy, but she did pig out on bunny graham cookies, or "crack bunnies" as we like to call them.
Gwena was dressed as Ponyo this year. When Jon and I watched the movie a few weeks ago I knew that would be the perfect costume for her!
The costume consisted of a red Christmas dress and large white bloomers from Children's Orchard and a green bucket from Party City. In total I paid about $13 for the costume, and every piece of it gets to be reused!
Last year, in honor of Gwena being born on Talk Like a Pirate Day, we dressed her up as a little pirate baby.
Red and white striped onesie and black pants from Children's Orchard, plus red and black cloth scraps to make the sash and bandanna. About $4 total and the clothing was reused for months to come!
Gwena was dressed as Ponyo this year. When Jon and I watched the movie a few weeks ago I knew that would be the perfect costume for her!
The costume consisted of a red Christmas dress and large white bloomers from Children's Orchard and a green bucket from Party City. In total I paid about $13 for the costume, and every piece of it gets to be reused!
Last year, in honor of Gwena being born on Talk Like a Pirate Day, we dressed her up as a little pirate baby.
Red and white striped onesie and black pants from Children's Orchard, plus red and black cloth scraps to make the sash and bandanna. About $4 total and the clothing was reused for months to come!
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Quitting Caffeine, Again
My body is very sensitive to caffeine. A few weeks ago, I had a cup of coffee one day, a coke the next, and an Excedrin the day after that. Ever since then it's been a daily choice between caffeine or a withdrawal headache, so I've been drinking a lot of tea.
My husband never has this problem, because caffeine never has the slightest effect on him. He can drink it every day and not become addicted, and he can drink a large cup full of espresso shots and then go right to sleep. This was a problem for him in college, since he could never stay up late to write a paper.
But back to me and my addiction. I've decided that it's now time to quit, again. I've quit caffeine many times in my life, and it's actually much easier than many people think. I always cringe when I hear about people quitting cold turkey. There is an easier and far less painful way! Yesterday I had a cup of tea, today I'm having 3/4 of a cup of tea. In a few days I'll be down to a couple of sips, and then I'll be free.
Don't get me wrong, I love coffee, tea, coke, and other caffeinated beverages. I even love caffeine itself, for staying up late or for mornings when I haven't gotten enough sleep. But I hate being addicted, I hate being a slave to it. Dropping everything and running to the kitchen to make tea because I forgot and I've started to feel the beginnings of that withdrawal headache coming on. Drinking beverages not for enjoyment, but for their drug content. I prefer not to live that way.
I just have to be careful when November rolls around to not get re-addicted! NaNoWriMo usually makes for a more caffeinated month than most, but I just have to watch that I don't have it more than two days in a row.
My husband never has this problem, because caffeine never has the slightest effect on him. He can drink it every day and not become addicted, and he can drink a large cup full of espresso shots and then go right to sleep. This was a problem for him in college, since he could never stay up late to write a paper.
But back to me and my addiction. I've decided that it's now time to quit, again. I've quit caffeine many times in my life, and it's actually much easier than many people think. I always cringe when I hear about people quitting cold turkey. There is an easier and far less painful way! Yesterday I had a cup of tea, today I'm having 3/4 of a cup of tea. In a few days I'll be down to a couple of sips, and then I'll be free.
Don't get me wrong, I love coffee, tea, coke, and other caffeinated beverages. I even love caffeine itself, for staying up late or for mornings when I haven't gotten enough sleep. But I hate being addicted, I hate being a slave to it. Dropping everything and running to the kitchen to make tea because I forgot and I've started to feel the beginnings of that withdrawal headache coming on. Drinking beverages not for enjoyment, but for their drug content. I prefer not to live that way.
I just have to be careful when November rolls around to not get re-addicted! NaNoWriMo usually makes for a more caffeinated month than most, but I just have to watch that I don't have it more than two days in a row.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Fall??
Now that it's fall, the weather is cooling off... NOT! It is 109° F today! Why exactly the other moms from church decided to pick this particular day for a playdate I don't know, but we went anyway and we had lots of fun. Gwena got all her toys and her stroller stolen by older babies, she ate an entire peanut butter and butter sandwich, we ran through the sprinklers a little, and she wasn't quite as terrified of grass as usual and actually crawled on it without crying!
On the way home I was daydreaming about going in the swimming pool of our apartment complex, but now that I'm home, I don't want to leave the air conditioning.
On the way home I was daydreaming about going in the swimming pool of our apartment complex, but now that I'm home, I don't want to leave the air conditioning.
Monday, September 20, 2010
And Many More
Yesterday was Gwena's birthday! I can't believe my baby is 1 year old now. Once I get more pictures, I'll make another post about her baby luau. For now I just want to say how very happy I am that her first year has gone so well. She is happy and healthy, is on (the very bottom of) the growth chart, has never had a lung infection, and is still nursing despite a rough start to breastfeeding in the beginning. Her pancreatic insufficiency is severe, and I am fully convinced that without the enzymes she takes whenever she eats, she would not have lived to see this first birthday.
I am so thankful for her good health, and for Gwena herself and all the joy she has brought me. When we sang to her yesterday and at the end of the song everyone sang, "and many more!" it caught me so off guard I almost cried. Those words have never meant so much to me before, but I know that Gwena will have many more birthdays, and each time we will celebrate the blessing of another year of life, and wish her many more!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Baby's First X-ray
Gwena had her first x-ray today, a routine yearly CF chest x-ray. Things started out well enough, she was happy and playing in the waiting room, too fast to get a clear shot on my phone.
Things took a turn for the worse when they put her into this medieval torture device!
She sat on the little green seat with her legs dangling, I held her arms up over her head and the tech closed the clear plastic shell around her. She screamed her head off while the tech took two pictures. We got her out but had to put her back in because we had to retake one of the pictures! She screamed even worse the second time. This is a blurry shot of the teary-eyed baby this procedure resulted in.
But she was fine after a while, especially once I nursed her!
I got copies of the films, so here are Gwena's lungs:
I always get copies of her medical records to keep in our personal files. Having worked in medical records... well, I just feel safer that way.
Things took a turn for the worse when they put her into this medieval torture device!
She sat on the little green seat with her legs dangling, I held her arms up over her head and the tech closed the clear plastic shell around her. She screamed her head off while the tech took two pictures. We got her out but had to put her back in because we had to retake one of the pictures! She screamed even worse the second time. This is a blurry shot of the teary-eyed baby this procedure resulted in.
But she was fine after a while, especially once I nursed her!
I got copies of the films, so here are Gwena's lungs:
I always get copies of her medical records to keep in our personal files. Having worked in medical records... well, I just feel safer that way.
Monday, September 13, 2010
What happened to August?
Ack! 7 weeks without a post? I knew it wouldn't be long before I started neglecting this blog.
In that time we've struggled with Gwena's weight gain (or lack thereof), Gwena has acquired 4 teeth, I have laundered a cockroach, my mom has started chemo for breast cancer, I've been working a little from home for my mom's business, the apartment is now a complete mess again, and we've taken a trip to Stanford for Gwena's clinical trial.
Perhaps some of these things will be elaborated on in future posts. For now, I have to go try to get this mess under control!
In that time we've struggled with Gwena's weight gain (or lack thereof), Gwena has acquired 4 teeth, I have laundered a cockroach, my mom has started chemo for breast cancer, I've been working a little from home for my mom's business, the apartment is now a complete mess again, and we've taken a trip to Stanford for Gwena's clinical trial.
Perhaps some of these things will be elaborated on in future posts. For now, I have to go try to get this mess under control!
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
No Guilt Here
I think I may be the only CF mom who doesn't feel guilty that my child has CF. (Please note: I am not trying to deny or belittle the emotions of those who do feel that guilt, I just want to share how I do feel about it and why.)
Now, as I've written about before, I do sometimes feel guilty about other things, like her slow weight gain. But the fact that she has CF? I have never felt an ounce of guilt over that fact. But she got the gene from me, right? I passed that mutated gene on to her, giving her CF? Well, that's not the way I see it.
What have I given my daughter? One half of her DNA, 8 months in the womb, 10 months of nurturing and meds and treatments. It's not a stretch or a boast to say that she owes her life to me, as everyone owes their life to their mother, and once over again, as many children with CF owe their lives to those who care for them.
Yes, one of those genes in the DNA I gave her causes CF. But for Gwena, what other options were there? The only other options were never to be conceived, or to die before she was born. I don't think those are better options than living, even living with CF. For me the other possibility was to have a different baby, one without CF. But there is no "Gwena without CF", the odds of conceiving a baby with the exact same DNA as Gwena, minus the CF mutation, are mind-blowingly small. If I had a baby without CF, it wouldn't be Gwena. Gwena is unique and amazing and you know what? She has CF. And I am so glad that she's my daughter.
The other reason I don't feel guilty about Gwena's CF is that while, like all CF parents, I know I didn't choose to pass that gene on to her, I also believe that Someone did. I believe that God designed my daughter and chose every gene in her DNA, including the CF genes. That is sometimes a hard truth to accept, but at the same time I am comforted to know that this was always His will for Gwena's life and my own, and He will work in it for His glory!
Now, as I've written about before, I do sometimes feel guilty about other things, like her slow weight gain. But the fact that she has CF? I have never felt an ounce of guilt over that fact. But she got the gene from me, right? I passed that mutated gene on to her, giving her CF? Well, that's not the way I see it.
What have I given my daughter? One half of her DNA, 8 months in the womb, 10 months of nurturing and meds and treatments. It's not a stretch or a boast to say that she owes her life to me, as everyone owes their life to their mother, and once over again, as many children with CF owe their lives to those who care for them.
Yes, one of those genes in the DNA I gave her causes CF. But for Gwena, what other options were there? The only other options were never to be conceived, or to die before she was born. I don't think those are better options than living, even living with CF. For me the other possibility was to have a different baby, one without CF. But there is no "Gwena without CF", the odds of conceiving a baby with the exact same DNA as Gwena, minus the CF mutation, are mind-blowingly small. If I had a baby without CF, it wouldn't be Gwena. Gwena is unique and amazing and you know what? She has CF. And I am so glad that she's my daughter.
The other reason I don't feel guilty about Gwena's CF is that while, like all CF parents, I know I didn't choose to pass that gene on to her, I also believe that Someone did. I believe that God designed my daughter and chose every gene in her DNA, including the CF genes. That is sometimes a hard truth to accept, but at the same time I am comforted to know that this was always His will for Gwena's life and my own, and He will work in it for His glory!
Psalm 139:13-16 (NIV)
" 13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
16 your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be."
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
July Clinic Visit
This is my second belated update post!
Last Wednesday we went to the CF clinic. Gwena's lungs are doing great! The nurse told me I'm doing a great job. :)
Her weight wasn't too good though... she weighed only 15 lbs 5 oz. Two weeks before, at the pediatrician's, she had been 15 lbs 8 oz. I know it's two different scales, but we had also weighed her on our home scale, and she seems to have lost a few ounces in those two weeks, instead of gaining! Her growth curve had a little dip in it.
So the plan is to feed her more and richer foods. Right now she's nursing 5 times a day. In addition to that, they want us to give her the foods we're eating blended up, give her more rice and pasta and crackers, cook for her using butter, oil, or cream, or add those to her foods directly. We are to weigh her every week on our scale and email that figure to the dietitian. They will see us back at the clinic after 4 weeks to see how she's doing.
It's kind of disheartening to find out she hasn't been gaining well, that we have to fight harder to get her to grow. Getting extra calories into her hasn't been too hard though, and I can already tell from her stools that we've outstripped the amount of fat that her enzymes can handle, so we might need to increase her dose as well.
I can't believe she's 10 months old already! It's crazy to think that without enzymes and treatments, she might not have lived even this long. She's standing in her playpen right now waving at me, and she just looks so old!
Last Wednesday we went to the CF clinic. Gwena's lungs are doing great! The nurse told me I'm doing a great job. :)
Her weight wasn't too good though... she weighed only 15 lbs 5 oz. Two weeks before, at the pediatrician's, she had been 15 lbs 8 oz. I know it's two different scales, but we had also weighed her on our home scale, and she seems to have lost a few ounces in those two weeks, instead of gaining! Her growth curve had a little dip in it.
So the plan is to feed her more and richer foods. Right now she's nursing 5 times a day. In addition to that, they want us to give her the foods we're eating blended up, give her more rice and pasta and crackers, cook for her using butter, oil, or cream, or add those to her foods directly. We are to weigh her every week on our scale and email that figure to the dietitian. They will see us back at the clinic after 4 weeks to see how she's doing.
It's kind of disheartening to find out she hasn't been gaining well, that we have to fight harder to get her to grow. Getting extra calories into her hasn't been too hard though, and I can already tell from her stools that we've outstripped the amount of fat that her enzymes can handle, so we might need to increase her dose as well.
I can't believe she's 10 months old already! It's crazy to think that without enzymes and treatments, she might not have lived even this long. She's standing in her playpen right now waving at me, and she just looks so old!
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Organization: Week 1
This is the first of two belated updates I should have written earlier this week!
My first week of attempted organization/cleanliness went pretty well. We got everything cleaned up on Friday (the 9th) before Jon's brother got here to hang out for the weekend. This was nice as it gave me a basically orderly apartment to work with. As of Friday the 16th, one week later, I am proud to say that the apartment actually looked the same, if not better, than the Friday before!
I was able to keep things basically tidy from day to day, and keep up with the dishes. I always want to put this off, but I hope if I force myself to do it every day long enough, it will become a habit. In addition, over the course of the week I managed to do laundry, vacuum, dust, clean the counters, sweep, and mop. The toilet and the stove each got a superficial cleaning, not as thorough as I had wanted to give them. Jobs I had on my list that I didn't get to at all included cleaning the shower, mirrors, and windows.
So it wasn't a perfect run this first week. But it was definitely an improvement over my normal housekeeping performance, so I'm calling it a success!
I also made some headway in the less obvious behind-the-scenes work of organizing things. There is one big thing I've been re-examining because of the book my grandma lent me - where things go. I'm now trying to have a definite place where each thing goes, and to have that place be in the most convenient location.
I'll use Gwena's meds as an example. I used to keep her enzymes in the living room, because that's where I usually feed her. It seems convenient, but there were always empty enzyme capsules all over the coffee table. Now I've realized, even though I feed her in the living room, I get her food ready in the kitchen. So now I've started keeping the enzymes in the kitchen, and pouring them onto the food before I move to the living room. Now the coffee table is much cleaner!
I still have a long way to go before I can call myself an "organized housewife", so we'll see how long I can keep this up. In other exciting news, my grandma says she has another book she wants to lend me! Why am I excited to read about housework??
My first week of attempted organization/cleanliness went pretty well. We got everything cleaned up on Friday (the 9th) before Jon's brother got here to hang out for the weekend. This was nice as it gave me a basically orderly apartment to work with. As of Friday the 16th, one week later, I am proud to say that the apartment actually looked the same, if not better, than the Friday before!
I was able to keep things basically tidy from day to day, and keep up with the dishes. I always want to put this off, but I hope if I force myself to do it every day long enough, it will become a habit. In addition, over the course of the week I managed to do laundry, vacuum, dust, clean the counters, sweep, and mop. The toilet and the stove each got a superficial cleaning, not as thorough as I had wanted to give them. Jobs I had on my list that I didn't get to at all included cleaning the shower, mirrors, and windows.
So it wasn't a perfect run this first week. But it was definitely an improvement over my normal housekeeping performance, so I'm calling it a success!
I also made some headway in the less obvious behind-the-scenes work of organizing things. There is one big thing I've been re-examining because of the book my grandma lent me - where things go. I'm now trying to have a definite place where each thing goes, and to have that place be in the most convenient location.
I'll use Gwena's meds as an example. I used to keep her enzymes in the living room, because that's where I usually feed her. It seems convenient, but there were always empty enzyme capsules all over the coffee table. Now I've realized, even though I feed her in the living room, I get her food ready in the kitchen. So now I've started keeping the enzymes in the kitchen, and pouring them onto the food before I move to the living room. Now the coffee table is much cleaner!
I still have a long way to go before I can call myself an "organized housewife", so we'll see how long I can keep this up. In other exciting news, my grandma says she has another book she wants to lend me! Why am I excited to read about housework??
Thursday, July 15, 2010
This Day In History
One year ago today, Jon and I went to the midnight showing of Harry Potter 6, then went home and got a few hours of sleep on the floor of our empty apartment.
One year ago today we woke up, packed the last of our things, did our last minute cleaning, and turned our keys over to our landlord.
One year ago today we got the call telling us that Jon's CF carrier test was positive, that any child we had would have a 25% chance of having cystic fibrosis.
One year ago today, my eyes already red from crying, we boarded the plane for our red-eye flight and said goodbye to Hawaii.
One year ago today we woke up, packed the last of our things, did our last minute cleaning, and turned our keys over to our landlord.
One year ago today we got the call telling us that Jon's CF carrier test was positive, that any child we had would have a 25% chance of having cystic fibrosis.
One year ago today, my eyes already red from crying, we boarded the plane for our red-eye flight and said goodbye to Hawaii.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Getting Organized
I'm going to be honest here... I'm a messy person. I leave things on the floor, in front of books on shelves, on the counter, just wherever... I tell myself I'll do the dishes "later" or sweep the floor "tomorrow"... pretty soon our home looks like a disaster. I've never learned to pick up after myself as I go. My husband is the same way.
For a while now I've been struggling against the bad habits I've been cultivating for 25 years. It shouldn't be hard to keep a small one bedroom apartment clean, right? But somehow, it is. I've been fearing the day (probably in a few months) when we move into a house. If I can't keep an apartment in order, how can I ever manage a whole house? If I can't do chores when I've only got one child, what will I do when we have two, or three, or four??
The other day at my grandma's house I noticed a book on her shelf and asked if I could borrow it. The book is Confessions of an Organized Housewife by Deniece Schofield. It is full of great ideas on how to have an organized home, keep up with the housework, and have time left over for fun! The book was published in 1981 so the version I read is a bit outdated in some areas (index card files??) so I'll probably pick up the updated version from the library, Confessions of an Organized Homemaker.
A lot of the things in the book seem like common sense, in fact I've thought of a number of them myself. But the book has made me realize how much easier it would make my life to do these things, how much time I could save. I'm inspired now and determined to get my home and my time organized! And if there's one thing that NaNoWriMo and natural childbirth have taught me, it's that if I'm determined enough, I can do nearly anything!
More posts should follow about my desperate fight against disorganization and my own terrible habits, with more specifics about ideas from the book that I'm implementing.
For a while now I've been struggling against the bad habits I've been cultivating for 25 years. It shouldn't be hard to keep a small one bedroom apartment clean, right? But somehow, it is. I've been fearing the day (probably in a few months) when we move into a house. If I can't keep an apartment in order, how can I ever manage a whole house? If I can't do chores when I've only got one child, what will I do when we have two, or three, or four??
The other day at my grandma's house I noticed a book on her shelf and asked if I could borrow it. The book is Confessions of an Organized Housewife by Deniece Schofield. It is full of great ideas on how to have an organized home, keep up with the housework, and have time left over for fun! The book was published in 1981 so the version I read is a bit outdated in some areas (index card files??) so I'll probably pick up the updated version from the library, Confessions of an Organized Homemaker.
A lot of the things in the book seem like common sense, in fact I've thought of a number of them myself. But the book has made me realize how much easier it would make my life to do these things, how much time I could save. I'm inspired now and determined to get my home and my time organized! And if there's one thing that NaNoWriMo and natural childbirth have taught me, it's that if I'm determined enough, I can do nearly anything!
More posts should follow about my desperate fight against disorganization and my own terrible habits, with more specifics about ideas from the book that I'm implementing.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Our New Pediatrician
We went to see Gwena's new pediatrician on Thursday for her 9 month checkup. We had been driving down to Aliso Viejo to see her old one, and I finally got around to switching doctors to one that's closer to us. How does that make sense, I'm too lazy to switch doctors so I've been driving 45 minutes for checkups? Anyway, she weighed 15 lbs 8 oz, which was great news! The new ped was very happy with her growth and development.
Dr: She's doing great! She's petite, but she's growing well.
Me: The CF clinic said they want all of their patients to be 50th percentile in weight.
Dr: Yeah, but this is the real world!
Yep, I love him already.
Dr: She's doing great! She's petite, but she's growing well.
Me: The CF clinic said they want all of their patients to be 50th percentile in weight.
Dr: Yeah, but this is the real world!
Yep, I love him already.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Flashback: Shoe shopping in Japan
This recent post by a friend of mine about shopping for women's shoes in large sizes reminded me of a story I have to share.
The women in my family all have large feet. I used to wear size 10, though strangely my feet seem to have shrunk to a 9. I don't know how that could happen, but I guess it has. Now, most stores do carry shoes in size 10, but usually there's not as big a selection. For years I used to buy men's tennis shoes, because it was just easier that way.
So one summer I went to Japan with a friend, and we had a blast staying in hostels and riding the trains all over the place. It was awesome. It was also the rainy summer season, and the Vans I had brought were not waterproof. They soaked up with water every day and didn't ever have time to dry, and after a few days of this we realized it was time to buy new shoes.
We found a shoe shop and went in. I found a style I liked, found a worker and asked timidly if he had the shoe in US size 10. He took the shoe and went over to his co-worker and whispered something to her in Japanese. They both started giggling. Then he came back to me and said, "This shoe.... biggest size.... seven!!"
So yeah... I bought some men's shoes.
The women in my family all have large feet. I used to wear size 10, though strangely my feet seem to have shrunk to a 9. I don't know how that could happen, but I guess it has. Now, most stores do carry shoes in size 10, but usually there's not as big a selection. For years I used to buy men's tennis shoes, because it was just easier that way.
So one summer I went to Japan with a friend, and we had a blast staying in hostels and riding the trains all over the place. It was awesome. It was also the rainy summer season, and the Vans I had brought were not waterproof. They soaked up with water every day and didn't ever have time to dry, and after a few days of this we realized it was time to buy new shoes.
We found a shoe shop and went in. I found a style I liked, found a worker and asked timidly if he had the shoe in US size 10. He took the shoe and went over to his co-worker and whispered something to her in Japanese. They both started giggling. Then he came back to me and said, "This shoe.... biggest size.... seven!!"
So yeah... I bought some men's shoes.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Weight Worries
Ever since she hit 6 months, Gwena's weight gain has slowed down dramatically. She's always been small, but at least before she was growing well. Now, not so much. At 9 months old she has just hit 15 lbs. When people ask her age, they usually say something like, "How old is she, like 5 months?" She is wearing size 2 diapers and size 6 months clothes.
We've changed enzyme brands, finding that Pancrecarb works better for her than Creon. Because Pancrecarb isn't being manufactured anymore until they get FDA approval, we tried Zenpep, and she didn't do as well on it. Now we're back on Pancrecarb until the pharmacy runs out.
Lately we've been trying really hard to get her to gain more weight. I've been nursing her more frequently, 6 times a day if I can manage it. After she nurses, I give her solids, which I've now begun to add olive oil to to add extra calories. She's very active and loves to crawl, stand, and bounce, and I guess it's going to take a lot of food to overcome all that calorie burning.
When we go to CF clinic, I feel like I'm going in to take a midterm or something. It feels like it's my personal achievement or failure if she has or hasn't gained enough weight. When the dietitian tells us she needs to be gaining more, it feels like I'm being scolded by a teacher for slacking. Right now, my deadline is July 14th, the date of our next clinic visit. I have until then to try to get Gwena's weight up, so I don't get an F.
I wish I didn't feel so guilty when she doesn't gain enough weight. I know I work hard every day to feed her and give her her enzymes and other medicines, but it still feels like I'm the one to blame even though I know it's really CF's fault. I don't want to blame myself for the effects of this disease. I'll just keep fighting CF as hard as I can every day. I'll do all I can, and then I'll do even more. Hopefully on July 14th, when I lay her on the scale, we will get an A+!
We've changed enzyme brands, finding that Pancrecarb works better for her than Creon. Because Pancrecarb isn't being manufactured anymore until they get FDA approval, we tried Zenpep, and she didn't do as well on it. Now we're back on Pancrecarb until the pharmacy runs out.
Lately we've been trying really hard to get her to gain more weight. I've been nursing her more frequently, 6 times a day if I can manage it. After she nurses, I give her solids, which I've now begun to add olive oil to to add extra calories. She's very active and loves to crawl, stand, and bounce, and I guess it's going to take a lot of food to overcome all that calorie burning.
When we go to CF clinic, I feel like I'm going in to take a midterm or something. It feels like it's my personal achievement or failure if she has or hasn't gained enough weight. When the dietitian tells us she needs to be gaining more, it feels like I'm being scolded by a teacher for slacking. Right now, my deadline is July 14th, the date of our next clinic visit. I have until then to try to get Gwena's weight up, so I don't get an F.
I wish I didn't feel so guilty when she doesn't gain enough weight. I know I work hard every day to feed her and give her her enzymes and other medicines, but it still feels like I'm the one to blame even though I know it's really CF's fault. I don't want to blame myself for the effects of this disease. I'll just keep fighting CF as hard as I can every day. I'll do all I can, and then I'll do even more. Hopefully on July 14th, when I lay her on the scale, we will get an A+!
Friday, June 18, 2010
My Linguistic Hypocrisy
Gwena has been babbling for a few weeks now. She started with "ma ma" and later moved on to "la la" "ba ba" "da da" and my favorite "blah blah".* Now, I am well aware that she isn't actually talking yet. "Mama" was not her first word. This is what logic and my knowledge of linguistics and language development tell me. But I won't deny it melts my heart every time she says it!
"Mama" means the same thing in many different languages. It's the first thing most babies say, not because they're talking about their moms, but because it's simply one of the easiest sounds for babies to make. Of course, the moms then interpret it as referring to themselves! Who else would the baby be talking about?
I always thought this fact was funny... I thought other moms were silly when they'd say their 6 month old had said his first word, "mama".* Yet now when Gwena says it, I find myself responding!
"Mamamamamama!"
"Aw, I'm right here baby."
"Dadadadadada!"
"That's right, daddy's coming home from work soon."
I know she doesn't attach meaning to those sounds yet, I know she isn't talking! Maybe I'm just so starved for human interaction from staying home all day that I'm willing to pretend she's talking. Maybe it's an instinctual maternal reaction. Maybe that's how she'll eventually learn to associate the meaning with the sound. In any case, I feel like I'm betraying all my linguistical education.
Jon laughs at me every time I answer her. "She's not talking about you, you know."
But I can't help it, her babbling is just so cute and it's fun to have "conversations" with her. So I'm not going to try to stop, I'm embracing the motherly silliness!
*Oh yes, I put those periods outside the quotation marks on purpose. Long live the Campaign for Typographical Freedom! (If you don't know what that is, please read The Great Eskimo Vocabulary Hoax by Geoffrey K. Pullum!)
"Mama" means the same thing in many different languages. It's the first thing most babies say, not because they're talking about their moms, but because it's simply one of the easiest sounds for babies to make. Of course, the moms then interpret it as referring to themselves! Who else would the baby be talking about?
I always thought this fact was funny... I thought other moms were silly when they'd say their 6 month old had said his first word, "mama".* Yet now when Gwena says it, I find myself responding!
"Mamamamamama!"
"Aw, I'm right here baby."
"Dadadadadada!"
"That's right, daddy's coming home from work soon."
I know she doesn't attach meaning to those sounds yet, I know she isn't talking! Maybe I'm just so starved for human interaction from staying home all day that I'm willing to pretend she's talking. Maybe it's an instinctual maternal reaction. Maybe that's how she'll eventually learn to associate the meaning with the sound. In any case, I feel like I'm betraying all my linguistical education.
Jon laughs at me every time I answer her. "She's not talking about you, you know."
But I can't help it, her babbling is just so cute and it's fun to have "conversations" with her. So I'm not going to try to stop, I'm embracing the motherly silliness!
*Oh yes, I put those periods outside the quotation marks on purpose. Long live the Campaign for Typographical Freedom! (If you don't know what that is, please read The Great Eskimo Vocabulary Hoax by Geoffrey K. Pullum!)
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Graduation Story
Graduations are super boring. I always think it shows you really love someone if you're willing to endure the boredom of attending their graduation. Well, I really love my little sister, so this past Sunday we all went down to La Jolla to watch her graduate. I didn't die of boredom, mostly because Gwena kept me busy. She decided it would be really fun to spend the entire time climbing back and forth between my lap and my older sister's.
A lot of graduates had written jokes or messages on their name cards. Things like "Mary I can't believe it's so cold Johnson" and "James Danger Smith" were read, and there were not a few "Andrew I love you Mom and Dad Chang"s.
Then came the highlight of the evening. The woman reading the cards said, "Amanda I love you Mom and Dad, die!" Yes, I know, it's probably spelled "Dai" but that's not how we heard it... there was an amused and horrified pause and then the entire audience cracked up.
Best. Graduation. Ever.
A lot of graduates had written jokes or messages on their name cards. Things like "Mary I can't believe it's so cold Johnson" and "James Danger Smith" were read, and there were not a few "Andrew I love you Mom and Dad Chang"s.
Then came the highlight of the evening. The woman reading the cards said, "Amanda I love you Mom and Dad, die!" Yes, I know, it's probably spelled "Dai" but that's not how we heard it... there was an amused and horrified pause and then the entire audience cracked up.
Best. Graduation. Ever.
Friday, June 11, 2010
CF Sucks
That last post was how I think about CF when I'm in my happy and hopeful mode. But I won't lie, as much as I try to keep up a good attitude, I can't do it all the time. CF sucks! As much as I hope Gwena will stay healthy for a long time, I know that she may not. Since I joined the online CF community earlier this year, two girls with CF that I knew of have died, young women in their twenties.
So far for Gwena, CF means enzymes, albuterol, saline, checkups, coughing, Haemophilus influenzae infections... but I have read about all that CF can mean and all that might be in her future. Pseudomonas aeruginosa, Burkholderia cepacia, home IVs, hospital stays, G-tubes, PICCs, Ports, bronchoscopies, sinus surgeries, hemoptysis, oxygen, lung transplants..... so many things and I hope she never has to face any of them.
Yes, I do try to keep a positive attitude, but it's hard to be positive all the time. There is so much to fear that sometimes it is overwhelming, paralyzing. Most of the time I don't dwell on these things because I don't know what the future may bring, and we may never have to worry about any of this. I will do my best to never let Gwena see the times the fears and worries do overcome me, and to focus on being thankful for how healthy she is now, rather than dwelling on the possibilities of her future.
But sometimes, it's hard.
So far for Gwena, CF means enzymes, albuterol, saline, checkups, coughing, Haemophilus influenzae infections... but I have read about all that CF can mean and all that might be in her future. Pseudomonas aeruginosa, Burkholderia cepacia, home IVs, hospital stays, G-tubes, PICCs, Ports, bronchoscopies, sinus surgeries, hemoptysis, oxygen, lung transplants..... so many things and I hope she never has to face any of them.
Yes, I do try to keep a positive attitude, but it's hard to be positive all the time. There is so much to fear that sometimes it is overwhelming, paralyzing. Most of the time I don't dwell on these things because I don't know what the future may bring, and we may never have to worry about any of this. I will do my best to never let Gwena see the times the fears and worries do overcome me, and to focus on being thankful for how healthy she is now, rather than dwelling on the possibilities of her future.
But sometimes, it's hard.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
What is Cystic Fibrosis?
When Gwena was about 2 weeks old we finally got the phone call with her genetic results - she did have CF. We went to her first CF clinic visit that week and started her on her medicines and treatments. At that visit, she was almost 3 weeks old and had lost 5 oz, she was down to 4 lbs 8 oz. After getting on her enzymes, she gained 2 oz a day for about the first week.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. First off, for those who don't know... what is cystic fibrosis?
CF is a genetic disease that causes the body to produce a thick, sticky mucus that causes problems in various parts of the body, most notably in the lungs and digestive system. The mucus builds up in the lungs and leads to life-threatening infections, and it obstructs the pancreas, stopping the enzymes that are needed to digest food. CF is a relatively rare disease, with 30,000 people with CF in the US and about 70,000 worldwide. As recently as the 1950s, children with CF were unlikely to live long enough to attend elementary school. Now, the median life expectancy for those living with CF is 37 years, and for those born today it is likely to be even higher.
Gwena has cystic fibrosis, and there is no cure! There are, however, many amazing drugs and treatments in use now or in development that will help her fight this disease and extend her life. She takes enzymes every time she eats, to allow her to break down and digest her food. She has breathing treatments twice a day to thin and loosen the mucus in her lungs. Without these treatments, I know she might not even be here today. I will always be so grateful for these medicines, and thankful to God for the extra time Gwena has been granted. I pray that a cure will be found for Gwena and for all those with CF, and that my girl will live a long and healthy life!
But I'm getting ahead of myself. First off, for those who don't know... what is cystic fibrosis?
CF is a genetic disease that causes the body to produce a thick, sticky mucus that causes problems in various parts of the body, most notably in the lungs and digestive system. The mucus builds up in the lungs and leads to life-threatening infections, and it obstructs the pancreas, stopping the enzymes that are needed to digest food. CF is a relatively rare disease, with 30,000 people with CF in the US and about 70,000 worldwide. As recently as the 1950s, children with CF were unlikely to live long enough to attend elementary school. Now, the median life expectancy for those living with CF is 37 years, and for those born today it is likely to be even higher.
Gwena has cystic fibrosis, and there is no cure! There are, however, many amazing drugs and treatments in use now or in development that will help her fight this disease and extend her life. She takes enzymes every time she eats, to allow her to break down and digest her food. She has breathing treatments twice a day to thin and loosen the mucus in her lungs. Without these treatments, I know she might not even be here today. I will always be so grateful for these medicines, and thankful to God for the extra time Gwena has been granted. I pray that a cure will be found for Gwena and for all those with CF, and that my girl will live a long and healthy life!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Babbling Baby
This is my favorite video of Gwena so far. She shows off some of her expert babbling! And she does her "Danger, Will Robinson!" arms. And tries to eat a teddy bear's brains. I'm so proud!
Playing and Babbling from Kelly Omahen on Vimeo.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Flashback: Birth Story
The story continues from my previous post!
Jon and I had been preparing to have a natural, unmedicated, low-intervention birth. We read books, took a Bradley Method class, and practiced relaxation techniques. Well, things didn't quite go as we had hoped.
At one of our ultrasound appointments near the end of my pregnancy, it looked like the baby's growth had slowed down. We started doing non-stress tests and amniotic fluid checks, and every time we came in the amniotic fluid was lower, and lower, and the baby was definitely measuring small. On September 17th the fluid level was below 5, and they recommended an induction the next day, at 37 weeks. We talked it over, consulted with our childbirth instructor, and asked for another fluid check, which this time was below 3. I desperately did not want an induction, knowing that there would be greatly increased risks of interventions, fetal distress, and c-section, but we agreed that there was now a medical need for it.
I was admitted to the hospital for the night, and my OB placed a foley bulb to ripen my cervix overnight. At 7am they started Pitocin, and at 9:30 my OB took out the foley bulb and broke my water. The nurse gave me low doses of Pitocin, gradually increasing it and then turning it off to see if my body would take over. In the afternoon, it worked! I didn't need any more Pitocin, my body was able to take it from there. After some decelerations in the baby's heart rate, they put in a tube to pour fluid back in.
I started to have very painful back labor. Earlier in the day I had been able to walk around, but now the discomfort from everything I was hooked up to combined with the back pain made me prefer to stay put. It was hard to use the relaxation positions we had learned, because the monitors would slip and the nurse would have to come in and fiddle with them to find the baby's heartbeat again. Jon was an amazing coach and helped me through each contraction.
My OB went home and was replaced with the on-call OB. She came in around 9pm and checked me, and I was at 6cm. I was elated to have progressed so far, but the new OB told me I hadn't made much progress, and maybe I should get an epidural because it might speed things along. Yeah right!! Thanks for the vote of confidence, and for ignoring my birth plan! I told her no and she left, saying she'd be back to check on me. Shortly thereafter I went into transition, and before the OB even came back I was pushing.
I was told not to push until the doctors arrived, but we ignored that and I pushed anyway. The baby's heart rate was having decelerations again, then they lost it on the fetal monitor so they put in a fetal scalp electrode. I heard someone ask the OB, "Are you going to try vaginally??" She answered "Yes" but that question had told me how close they were to doing an emergency cesarean on me, so I pushed as hard as I could and in just a few contractions, our baby was born. She was placed on me for only a moment while they had Jon cut the cord, then she was taken across the room to be checked out by the team of neonatologists that had attended the birth. They took some of the cord blood to do a genetic test to determine whether she had CF. The OB stitched up the two tears I had acquired from all of that overly-hard pushing.
Our little Gwena weighed just 4 lbs 13 oz, and was born at 12:59 am, September 19th (Talk Like a Pirate Day!). Her Apgars were 8 and 9. They gave her back to me and let me warm her with skin-to-skin contact. They wanted to take her to the NICU for observation, but we asked that if nothing was wrong that she remain with us. As hard as they looked to find something wrong with her, they just couldn't! During the next two days we would spend at the hospital, they checked her blood sugar, her weight, jaundice levels... and everything was fine.
The week after she was born, Jon finally found a new job! Everything seemed to be going well. Our only clue that something might be wrong was her frequent poopy diapers. It wasn't until more than 2 weeks after the birth that her genetic results came back, showing that she did have CF.
We ended up with many interventions during Gwena's birth that we had hoped to avoid. However, I am proud to say I made it through without an epidural or any other pain meds. I believe if I had gotten an epidural, that since it would have slowed my labor and taken away my control of pushing, it is very likely I would have ended up with that c-section. I am also convinced that with drugs in her system at birth, Gwena would not have done so well and would have been taken away to the NICU.
Even though we didn't have the birth we had hoped for, and there are a couple of things I would do differently if I had it to do over, I am satisfied that for the most part we made informed decisions and did what we believed was best for Gwena's safety and for mine!
Jon and I had been preparing to have a natural, unmedicated, low-intervention birth. We read books, took a Bradley Method class, and practiced relaxation techniques. Well, things didn't quite go as we had hoped.
At one of our ultrasound appointments near the end of my pregnancy, it looked like the baby's growth had slowed down. We started doing non-stress tests and amniotic fluid checks, and every time we came in the amniotic fluid was lower, and lower, and the baby was definitely measuring small. On September 17th the fluid level was below 5, and they recommended an induction the next day, at 37 weeks. We talked it over, consulted with our childbirth instructor, and asked for another fluid check, which this time was below 3. I desperately did not want an induction, knowing that there would be greatly increased risks of interventions, fetal distress, and c-section, but we agreed that there was now a medical need for it.
I was admitted to the hospital for the night, and my OB placed a foley bulb to ripen my cervix overnight. At 7am they started Pitocin, and at 9:30 my OB took out the foley bulb and broke my water. The nurse gave me low doses of Pitocin, gradually increasing it and then turning it off to see if my body would take over. In the afternoon, it worked! I didn't need any more Pitocin, my body was able to take it from there. After some decelerations in the baby's heart rate, they put in a tube to pour fluid back in.
I started to have very painful back labor. Earlier in the day I had been able to walk around, but now the discomfort from everything I was hooked up to combined with the back pain made me prefer to stay put. It was hard to use the relaxation positions we had learned, because the monitors would slip and the nurse would have to come in and fiddle with them to find the baby's heartbeat again. Jon was an amazing coach and helped me through each contraction.
My OB went home and was replaced with the on-call OB. She came in around 9pm and checked me, and I was at 6cm. I was elated to have progressed so far, but the new OB told me I hadn't made much progress, and maybe I should get an epidural because it might speed things along. Yeah right!! Thanks for the vote of confidence, and for ignoring my birth plan! I told her no and she left, saying she'd be back to check on me. Shortly thereafter I went into transition, and before the OB even came back I was pushing.
I was told not to push until the doctors arrived, but we ignored that and I pushed anyway. The baby's heart rate was having decelerations again, then they lost it on the fetal monitor so they put in a fetal scalp electrode. I heard someone ask the OB, "Are you going to try vaginally??" She answered "Yes" but that question had told me how close they were to doing an emergency cesarean on me, so I pushed as hard as I could and in just a few contractions, our baby was born. She was placed on me for only a moment while they had Jon cut the cord, then she was taken across the room to be checked out by the team of neonatologists that had attended the birth. They took some of the cord blood to do a genetic test to determine whether she had CF. The OB stitched up the two tears I had acquired from all of that overly-hard pushing.
Our little Gwena weighed just 4 lbs 13 oz, and was born at 12:59 am, September 19th (Talk Like a Pirate Day!). Her Apgars were 8 and 9. They gave her back to me and let me warm her with skin-to-skin contact. They wanted to take her to the NICU for observation, but we asked that if nothing was wrong that she remain with us. As hard as they looked to find something wrong with her, they just couldn't! During the next two days we would spend at the hospital, they checked her blood sugar, her weight, jaundice levels... and everything was fine.
The week after she was born, Jon finally found a new job! Everything seemed to be going well. Our only clue that something might be wrong was her frequent poopy diapers. It wasn't until more than 2 weeks after the birth that her genetic results came back, showing that she did have CF.
We ended up with many interventions during Gwena's birth that we had hoped to avoid. However, I am proud to say I made it through without an epidural or any other pain meds. I believe if I had gotten an epidural, that since it would have slowed my labor and taken away my control of pushing, it is very likely I would have ended up with that c-section. I am also convinced that with drugs in her system at birth, Gwena would not have done so well and would have been taken away to the NICU.
Even though we didn't have the birth we had hoped for, and there are a couple of things I would do differently if I had it to do over, I am satisfied that for the most part we made informed decisions and did what we believed was best for Gwena's safety and for mine!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Flashback: Pregnancy
To tell the story of Gwena's CF I have to start with the pregnancy. Jon and I had gotten married in July of 2008, and we were living in Hawaii, where we had until recently been going to school. We found out I was pregnant just before we moved from our tiny 300 sq ft apartment into our "huge" 500 sq ft apartment (on the 4th floor of the building with no elevator). It was close to the hospital, just a few minutes walk, so we walked to all of our prenatal appointments. My due date was October 9th.
At 19 weeks we had our 2nd trimester ultrasound. We found out our baby was a girl (there went Gilgamesh as a possible name!) and she had a strong heartbeat, good movement, well-developing brain, etc etc. When the tech came to her bowels he spent a lot of time looking at them and not saying anything. He marked the pictures he took with a question mark. This didn't exactly put us at ease.
The doctor came in and looked, and explained to us that they were seeing "echogenic bowel" on our baby's ultrasound. This means the bowels were showing up brighter than they should, which meant they were harder than they should be. Several things could be causing this, so they would do some tests to try to find out what it was. One of the possible causes was cystic fibrosis.
A lot of waiting followed. We had to wait for my insurance to approve the carrier test, then we had to wait for the carrier test results. They called me one day while Jon was out and told me the result was positive, I was a carrier. (Or as my sister said, the result was positive in a negative way.) I cried my eyes out that day, even though Jon hadn't been tested yet.
Sometime in the midst of all of this, Jon and I both lost our jobs. Hawaii isn't the cheapest place to live, especially when you have no job, so when Jon's search for a new job proved unfruitful, we began to plan an emergency move back to California. We already had plane tickets for July to visit our families, so we decided not to come back. This added no small amount of stress to our lives.
We spent most of our first anniversary packing boxes. The next morning Jon shipped our things while I was at the doctor's having a 3 hour glucose test. The next day we got the carpet cleaned, I got a Rogam shot, and then in a fit of insanity we went to see the midnight premier of Harry Potter 6. The next morning we handed over the keys to our landlord and left. Somewhere between the apartment and the airport, they called to tell us Jon's test result - he too was a carrier of CF.
We both carry the same mutation, the most common one, Delta F508. There is a 25% chance that any child we conceive will get both mutated genes and have CF. We declined an amniocentesis, deciding to wait until our baby was born and have her blood tested then. We spent the rest of the summer moving back and forth between our two families' houses, looking for a job for Jon, and going to many doctors' appointments. The baby's bowels got less and less bright, until it was almost unnoticeable. We hoped and prayed that she wouldn't have CF, knowing it was very likely that she did.
The story of Gwena's birth will follow soon!
At 19 weeks we had our 2nd trimester ultrasound. We found out our baby was a girl (there went Gilgamesh as a possible name!) and she had a strong heartbeat, good movement, well-developing brain, etc etc. When the tech came to her bowels he spent a lot of time looking at them and not saying anything. He marked the pictures he took with a question mark. This didn't exactly put us at ease.
The doctor came in and looked, and explained to us that they were seeing "echogenic bowel" on our baby's ultrasound. This means the bowels were showing up brighter than they should, which meant they were harder than they should be. Several things could be causing this, so they would do some tests to try to find out what it was. One of the possible causes was cystic fibrosis.
A lot of waiting followed. We had to wait for my insurance to approve the carrier test, then we had to wait for the carrier test results. They called me one day while Jon was out and told me the result was positive, I was a carrier. (Or as my sister said, the result was positive in a negative way.) I cried my eyes out that day, even though Jon hadn't been tested yet.
Sometime in the midst of all of this, Jon and I both lost our jobs. Hawaii isn't the cheapest place to live, especially when you have no job, so when Jon's search for a new job proved unfruitful, we began to plan an emergency move back to California. We already had plane tickets for July to visit our families, so we decided not to come back. This added no small amount of stress to our lives.
We spent most of our first anniversary packing boxes. The next morning Jon shipped our things while I was at the doctor's having a 3 hour glucose test. The next day we got the carpet cleaned, I got a Rogam shot, and then in a fit of insanity we went to see the midnight premier of Harry Potter 6. The next morning we handed over the keys to our landlord and left. Somewhere between the apartment and the airport, they called to tell us Jon's test result - he too was a carrier of CF.
We both carry the same mutation, the most common one, Delta F508. There is a 25% chance that any child we conceive will get both mutated genes and have CF. We declined an amniocentesis, deciding to wait until our baby was born and have her blood tested then. We spent the rest of the summer moving back and forth between our two families' houses, looking for a job for Jon, and going to many doctors' appointments. The baby's bowels got less and less bright, until it was almost unnoticeable. We hoped and prayed that she wouldn't have CF, knowing it was very likely that she did.
The story of Gwena's birth will follow soon!
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Why not begin with fish biscuits?
So, this is my "this is my first post" post. If history is anything to go by, I probably won't keep this blog up for very long... but perhaps a miracle will happen and I will keep posting on it!
It's 1am right now, and I am awake because I'm baking fish biscuit cookies for the Lost finale tonight. They look awesome and they're not even cooked yet! Jon and Gwena are asleep, lucky ducks. Curse my Chronic Procrastination Syndrome! (It's a real disease, I promise!) (No... no it's not.)
The finished product:
It's 1am right now, and I am awake because I'm baking fish biscuit cookies for the Lost finale tonight. They look awesome and they're not even cooked yet! Jon and Gwena are asleep, lucky ducks. Curse my Chronic Procrastination Syndrome! (It's a real disease, I promise!) (No... no it's not.)
The finished product:
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