Thursday, September 26, 2019

BeYoYo is five


     BeYoYo turned five last month. It's not that I forgot about it, it's just that he refused to answer the annual birthday questions, so I secretly spread out my interview over the last month so he didn't catch on to what I was doing. 

     He is the most laid back person in our house. He's go with the flow, will eat almost anything, tolerates his brother's antics well, and largely loves life. When he was younger he'd ask for a drink of water, and when you'd give it to him he'd say "hooray!" One day this summer he asked for instant mac and cheese and watermelon for lunch. When I presented it to him on a paper plate he said "it's like I'm the king!" Oh, to be that content. Of course he's not happy all the time- when he's pushed to the limit everyone knows it. He becomes the Hulk, and his piercing eyes cut like a knife. 

He is also tender hearted. He used to have a picture in his room of me holding him as an infant. It was the hospital newborn photograph, and he's just lying in my arms. We eventually had to take it out, because sometimes when he was really tired it would make him cry. When I asked him why it made him cry, he would sob "because that was so long ago and I'm never going to be a baby again." Last year I was telling him that my mom made the quilt in his room just for him out of fabric from my grandparents' shirts and if he wraps up in it it's like his whole family is hugging him. He burst into tears. I thought maybe he was sad that he never met his great-grandparents, but he said "mama, that was just so great I had to cry." 

     BeYoYo is an animal lover. Horses are his favorites, but he can't pass a dog without greeting it. He'll settle for a cat or a hamster or a lizard if there's nothing else. He also loves babies, but especially "no teeth babies", which I think means little infants he can hold. On Easter he held a baby cousin and sang her a lullaby and she fell asleep. It might be his greatest accomplishment. 



 He got a big stuffed horse for his birthday.


If you bring your dog to the park, this is the child who will entertain it, whether you wanted it entertained or not. 

At a birthday party BeYoYo was asked if he wanted to be a cat or a dog at the face painting station. He said he'd actually like to be a flying squirrel, with wings down his arms, please. 



He loves to lasso, and practices regularly his skills of lassoing nothing. 


For his birthday party he said he wanted a "bunny ninja" party. Several parents asked "what is bunny ninja? I'm not familiar with that." That's because it's not a thing. He likes bunnies and ninjas and thought they should pair well together. Challenge accepted. 



He has the best smile. When he really gets to laughing about something it's contagious. 


Happy birthday to our sweet, fun-loving, happy boy. I'm so glad God added you to our family.



How old are you? 
Five
What’s your favorite thing to do? 
watch tv all morning and all day and all night
What do you want to be when you grow up? 
an astronaut and a worker and a dog catcher and a teacher and a dentist
What’s your favorite food? 
cheese dip
What’s something you’re good at? 
sharing and cleaning up
What makes you laugh? 
butthead
What’s something scary?
climbing to a really really really high height
Who’s your best friend? 
Reece and Rennah and everyone
What do you like to do with your family? 
Play with Prissy. No, snuggle together. 
Where do you like to go? 
Six Flags
What do you like to learn about? 
dinosaurs

Thursday, July 25, 2019

7 under 11

Suddenly our annual family beach trips have turned into a bunch of big kids. No one brings diapers. No one needs an afternoon nap (except me). There are no diaper bags or changes of clothes when we go out to eat. There are fewer meltdowns, and keeping everyone fed helps prevent them. It was once 2 under 2. Then 4 under 4. Then 6 under 6. Then 7 under 7, then 7 under 8 and 7 under 9.  Last year was 7 under 10. Now we've quit adding kids (I'm pretty sure) and they keep getting older.

These people have always had their own opinions, now they have gotten better at expressing them. One of my sisters in law said "I don't know how we ended up with 7 alpha children" and she's not wrong.Every one of them loves to be the boss, and they create games just so they can make up rules for the others. There are jumping into the water competitions, complete with a judge and elimination rounds. There are shooting water into other people's faces games, there are you have to find this specific kind of shell games, and I will ride you on the paddle board games. It's kind of like if Dr. Seuss had written Green Eggs and Ham, but with kids bossing each other.

I will boss you on a boat 
I will boss you while you float. 
I will boss you in the air
I will boss you everywhere. 

                                                

Best friends we will be
As long as you're listening to me
Things are good and then turn sour
Thirty times in half an hour


See us sitting? Sitting out?
See us crying, see us pout? 
"You must sit out" said your mother
When we tried to drown each other


 First she screamed and then jumped in
When we were fighting in the deep end. 
We would not apologize
We're not big on compromise




See us playing at sunset? 
I do not want to share my net
Share the net or you'll regret
I do not want to share the net


A seagull just ate my food
It ate my food that is not good
It swooped down and flew right by
It took my food back to the sky


I do not want to share that shovel
Share the shovel or you're in trouble. 
I shared the shovel yesterday
I do not care what you say


You pick her up
And I'll pick him up
And I'll pick them up
We've had enough up


We'll jump up high
No hesitating
Number six
is levitating

Serious face
And hands on hips
I'll be the boss
of this whole trip


I'm the king 
Of this hill
I'll push you off my hill
I will. 



You cannot pass
You can't go through
I'll stop you now
I'm bigger than you


You'd think because
I am the oldest
I'd boss them all
But it is hopeless. 



We might spend all week
Acting like banshees
But we will smile
For Papa and Bebe. 


Fighting, bossing, 
No doubt about it
It wouldn't be cousin beach week
Without it

But nothing makes our parents
Forget it quicker
Than seeing our annual 
Cousin beach picture








Tuesday, July 16, 2019

The Boy is 8



I am behind in posting, because life. The Boy turned eight last month. We have noticed more maturity and responsibility in the last year, though he's not ever going to be a kid who allows responsibility to hamper his imagination. If I had to guess what he'd be as an adult based on his current skill set and interests, I'd say a musician. Maybe a free spirit who is more into the creative process and having fun than punching a time clock or working for the man.


He exists on a diet of primarily bread and cheez-its, and he does not mind telling you no way he will not try something new. He is confident and steadfast in his belief that "weird" foods like cheese or eggs are gross, and he needs not even try them. Somehow, he survives.







He got a keyboard for Christmas and his Bebe has been teaching him some songs. He also experiments with it on his own and can teach himself how to play some basic songs by ear. I am amazed by that ability, one he did not get from me. We have asked Bebe to give him formal lessons, she says no. She reminds us that after she gave The Husband just one lesson as a child and it went so awry she swore off ever teaching piano again.


He spent his birthday in the forest again with his favorite people. He has been hanging in the woods with Delia and Joel at his favorite camp since he was four years old, and there's nowhere he'd rather be. I think he is mostly disappointed to come home to us and sleep inside in a bed. This year he learned about and made a tool called an ATLATL (rhymes with rattle-rattle). I had to look up what it even is, and here's a short video about them from Live Free or Die.










Joel, pictured here with The Boy, was on season 3 of Live Free or Die, so he's a wealth of knowledge. Sometimes people ask "so you just leave your kids in the woods with strangers?" and I answer "he's way safer with them than with me." Plus I think there's something about communing with nature and living in an old school bus in the woods that makes them ooze patience and unconditional positive regard. Who wouldn't want their kids there? Joel even hand carved a little wooden cup for The Boy for his birthday. HAND CARVED A CUP for my kid! It is now his most prized possession.





I asked The Boy our annual birthday questions, and he answered "sausage" for every single answer. When I pressed him for real answers he provided those below, but "sausage" is par for the course of where we are in life right now. PS. he doesn't even like sausage.





How old are you? 

Eight

What’s your favorite thing to do? 

play the Nintendo

What do you want to be when you grow up? 

nothing

What’s your favorite food? 

sweet Hawaiian crescent rolls

What’s something you’re good at? 

playing the Nintendo

What makes you laugh? 

farts

What’s something scary?

Annabelle the doll

Who’s your best friend? 

Liam and Ryan

What do you like to do with your family? 

go to Bebe's house

Where do you like to go? 

to Bebe's

What do you like to learn about? 

math




Friday, May 31, 2019

Ehler's Danlos Syndrome

I have been a real slacker when it comes to blogging lately. It's a great outlet for me, but sometimes the luxury of sitting down to write gets lost in the daily tasks of work and parenting and putting calories into bodies and driving people places.

May is Ehlers Danlos Syndrome Awareness month, and all month I have contemplated writing this post. All month I have procrastinated. All month I have listed reasons why I didn't want to do it: I didn't want it to seem dramatic, I was afraid of how people might respond, I feel awkward when people ask me how I'm doing, and overall it just felt vulnerable. So here I am, on the last day of May, doing what I have been thinking about all month, and realizing no magic words have come to me in that time.

A year and a half ago I was provisionally diagnosed with Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. My hips had been hurting a lot for several weeks, and I felt like if I could only get a good stretch in my hip flexors it would help. I looked up stretches online, but I have always been hypermobile, so any time I stretched it just kept going. I don't feel the deep stretching pull in a muscle until my muscles have far extended the normal range. Growing up this meant I had a lot of party tricks and circus acts! Here I am at the beach last year doing standing splits in the door frame with The Boy and my niece:


(Insert shrug emoji here). So anyway my hips were hurting and I couldn't get a good stretch and I was searching online looking for stretches for people who are hypermobile. I wasn't finding anything any more helpful than my hack of lying on my back on our bed so that my legs were on the bed but my back arched down to the floor and my hips were forced out by the footboard. I did, however, keep coming across the term "Ehlers Danlos Syndrome". I clicked on the term and read that it is a genetic condition that affects all the connective tissues in the body. And there's one type of EDS that causes hypermobility. That lead me down a rabbit hole of googling and reading and searching for reliable sources of information. I read that EDS is hard to diagnose, has a lot of variations of how it can present, and that it is much more than just hypermobility. The more I read the more intrigued I was.

The diagnostic criteria for the hypermobile form of EDS includes things like hypermobility, congenital heart defects (well, I did have one of those), skin hyperextensibility, bilateral piezogenic papules of the heel (upon googling what that means, I had those as well), atrophic scarring (well, I had that too), dental crowding (Lard, yes), and muscoskelotal pain, chonic joint pain, or instability of the joints (yes, yes, and yes). So I took notes on the symptoms of mine that seemed to overlap with the symptoms of EDS and took them to my primary care doctor, Dr. Martin. I said "I hate to be someone who read something on the internet, but I saw this, here are my notes of when my shoulder dislocated and my jaw dislocated, and that procedure I had at Emory to get my jaw back in place and my congenital heart defect and my dental crowding and look at my scars from my breast reduction..." I word vomitted all on her and asked her what she thought. Might I have EDS? She asked me questions, she studied my notes, and she consulted her computer. She said she thought I probably did, but she wanted to do some referrals. She wanted to start with physical therapy. I rolled my eyes. "I've done physical therapy a hundred times" I told her. She said "BUT you haven't done physical therapy with anyone KNOWING you've potentially had ehlers danlos." I agreed, under the condition that I could go back to Dr. Doerr, who is a back specialist who I've seen off and on for years. He also has a full physical therapy facility.

So I went back to Dr. Doerr, who I love and have known since 2003 I think. He was interested in my new diagnosis and said "you've always been a really frustrating patient." 😁He set out to get this diagnosis confirmed, and referred me to his best physical therapist, as well as a Rhumatology clinic, Neurology clinic, a bioidentical hormone expert OBGYN, and Emory Genetics. The last eighteen months have been filled with questions and more questions and doctor's visits and research. The rhumatologist ordered blood work and x-rays. The neurologist ordered blood work and a sleep study. The OBGYN ordered blood work and fancy spit-into-vials-multiple-times-a-day-and-ship-them-off-to-a-lab hormone testing. In the fall, Emory Genetics finally confirmed Dr. Martin's original diagnosis. I have Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. I was one part relieved to have a name for the things that we thought were a dozen isolated medical issues, and one part grieving that it was chronic and was not going anywhere any time soon.

What does EDS mean in my life? I am lucky that my EDS is pretty mild. Some people have serious complications, like feeding tubes and rods and screws in joints, and loss of mobility. So far I haven't had any of that. It mostly means that I have chronic pain in my joints, and a whole lot of fatigue. Some days I feel fine and can do anything I want to. Some days I do too much and then I have to spend time recovering, lying down because my hips hurt too much or because I am exhausted. Some days I start to do something basic like put groceries away, and I end up having to take a break or sit in the floor to put the produce up. Some days I am in good spirits and grateful for what I have. Other days I am pissed that my body can't do all the things my brain wants to. Pissed at my husband for saying "hon, do you think you're overdoing it? You're going to be hurting tomorrow" and more pissed knowing he's probably right. Mostly I am mad when I am not in charge, which probably says more about my personality than my medical condition. Last weekend we had plans to go tubing in Helen. It was The Husband's idea and he was excited. I was reluctant, saying I wasn't sure if I had the energy for it. He said "it's laying down! You don't have the energy to lay down?" and I grieved a little bit that he had chosen a recreational activity involving laying down and I didn't know if I'd be able to make it. We went and had a great time and the boys and I all napped on the way home. They were champs!

The other concern is for my kids. Because it's genetic, they each have a 50% chance of getting it also. We don't know yet, because diagnosis is really difficult in kids. Kid bodies tend to be hypermobile anyway, so many of the diagnostic criteria aren't relevant yet until they are a little older. BeYoYo has some chronic leg pain that might be growing pains or might be because his feet pronate inward. He has some prescription orthotic shoe inserts that he wears and that seems to have helped a good bit. AND there's no genetic testing for the hypermobile type of EDS. It's all about clinical presentation. For now, we're watching them closely and they are just fine playing and laughing and jumping and being 4 and 7. I try not to let myself get too far into the what ifs (okay, except that one time when I researched if BeYoYo could have a miniature pony as a service animal because WHO WOULDN'T WANT A MINIATURE PONY?) and just let us all live our lives and take it a day at a time.

There is much to be grateful for, and sometimes life is complicated and hard. And isn't that the truth for everyone all the time, diagnosis or not? As I continue this journey of figuring out the right balance of activity and rest, of reserving energy for things I want and need to do and not for things that are tedious and unnecessary, I am trying to remember to be grateful for a life so full that there are things to say no to.

To read more about EDS, start here: Ehlers Danlos Society