Wednesday, March 23, 2011


     Well, it is official, Matt has been cut from the T-ball team. Seriously. Not kidding. At practice today, his coach mentioned to the parents that there was a few kids who were having trouble with paying attention and wandering around the field randomly. (Can you say Matthew?!) He said that if it continued, the child(ren) in question would have to sit on the bench only for safety reasons. I understand that completely, truly, it makes sense.
     After practice, I approached the coach to talk to him about the attention span thing. See, Matt may be turning 5, but he has NO attention span at all. I told the coach I  knew it would continue to be a problem because it is something we face everyday with Matthew. The coach was a bit concerned and we talked further about Matthew as  a child. In the course of discussion, I mentioned Matt's history with his health issues and explained why he was the way he was. The coach was taken aback and said he wished he had known from the start about his medical conditions. I simply told him, that I filled it in on the forms, he should have read them. I very specifically did not tell him because I did not want Matt to be labeled or judged from the start. The coach understood, and said he probably would have formed some sort of opinion based on the medical issues.
     That being said, he decided that due to the combination of Matt's attention span and his brain injury/ epilepsy, that he was uncomfortable with Matt playing on the team because it was too dangerous. I agree mostly with him. I mean, any 4 year old who would get hit in the head while playing ball would be a bad thing, but Matt being hit in the head could be exponentially worse. The more I think about it, the more I know he is just not developmentally ready to play. He may physically be turning 5, but he is not developmentally.
     I do not know why it took me by surprise, really. But it did. Living life around Matthew, he is just so "normal" to us, that when I am confronted with him in a group situation, I am always surprised. And it breaks my heart. But makes him ever so much more special to me. To have been blessed with this special child is a privilege beyond my dreams. So, for now, I am gonna snuggle with my wonderful boy and stay home from T-ball. We can wait until he is ready, because eventually, he will be. :)

Wednesday, March 16, 2011


     So, yesterday afternoon, I loaded my big boy Matthew into my husband's truck and we made our way into Norfolk. I felt a little panicky as I pulled away, leaving Kiki for the first time ever overnight.

After our arrival in the city, Matthew and I bought tickets to see a movie at the theater. Then we played video games, had our pictures taken in the photo booth, and bought popcorn, candy, and soda at the counter. It was his first time ever, and he yelled as we walked in, "Mommy! That is the biggest TV I have ever seen!"

After the movie, we drove through the drive through at McDonald's and checked into the Ronald McDonald house for the night. I cannot say enough about that place. It is a Godsend to have a place like that available to those who need it. We ate our late dinner at the counter in the kitchen, then watched Phineas and Ferb until midnight.

This morning, we woke at 7 am and decided to have our pancake breakfast at the hospital cafeteria. Then, we wandered around looking at things until his appointment time.
At 9:30, he was taken back for his EEG/ pirate hat. (The very first EEG he had, he was wearing a pirate shirt and it was just before Halloween, hence, the pirate hat thing.) While he took a nap, I waited in the waiting room. Afterward, we had ice cream!

Our appointment with the neurologist was at 11:30. When we were brought back into teh room, I still had no clue what the results of the EEG were. The doctor came in and told us that the results were NORMAL. He then went on to give us a schedule for weaning Matthew off of his seizure medication!!!!!!!!!!!

I am believing in God's complete healing for my boy, because not believing 100% is not an option! I am excited that my child gets to experience life WITHOUT seizures, WITHOUT medication, WITHOUT spending his days coping with the side effects of either. 

Monday, March 14, 2011

An Idea

"Mommy, my thinks go through my brain and into my head. That is when I have an idea." -Matthew.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

The words no parents want hear...

     Two and a half years ago, our lives were changed forever when an ER doctor uttered words that no parent expects to hear: "Your son has had a stroke."
     The journey began 4 weeks earlier when at the age of 2.5 years old, Matthew had his first seizure. He had been playing with Sarah, then 4, when he came to me and crawled into my lap. He was very still, and I thought he had fallen asleep. I tried to readjust his weight, and realized his eyes were open, but rolled back into his head ticking back and forth and he was stiff as a board. When I moved him, his body remained frozen in place. As I yelled for a kid to bring my my cell phone, I laid him on the couch and he turned blue. He had stopped breathing. He started again within a few seconds and seemed to come around, his little body no longer being rigid. As the first responder arrived, he fell into an uneasy sleep, and then started vomiting. By the time the ambulance got to the house, he was again unresponsive, in what we later learned wast a postictal sleep. My neighbor came to sit with the older kids as we were raced to the emergency room.By the time we arrived at the ER, he seemed to "awaken" and became himself again.
     Unfortunately, the level of care received at the ER was not what I would call within the standard of care for a two year old who had just had a massive tonic-clonic seizure, (formally called a grand-mal.) We were put in a room and an EKG was run, and then I was left alone with Matthew for 45 minutes until a doctor walked in to say that Matt had had a seizure and would be okay and we could go home. No other tests, nothing. In the following weeks, I filed complaints with the heads of the ER and the whole hospital.
     Needless to say, I was terrified and scared as I drove home with my baby boy. The next day, we went to see his pediatrician who told us that 10% of children have a seizure at some point in their lives, and only 1% of that 10 will go on to have a problem. (True). He dismissed the seizure as a one time thing, but sent us for an EEG at the children's hospital in Norfolk.The EEG was normal, so life was guardedly resumed.
     Four weeks later, life had become normal again, with the exception of a few nagging situations that I now know were seizures. Once day he climbed into my lap and he felt so hot, feverish. He fell asleep for 20 minutes, a very deep sleep, and then woke as if nothing had happened. This and a few other incidents had me uneasy and confused, second guessing myself.
     We had hope that the seizure was a one time thing and would not reoccur. It was a Sunday evening and Andrew, who is 10 years older than Matthew was supervising as Matthew was taking a shower. He yelled for help, and Tom ran to see what was wrong, then yelled for me. Matthew was face down in the shower in the throws of another full-blown tonic-clonic seizure. Since the last one was so fresh in my mind, I knew what to do. I scooped him out of the shower, wrapped him in a towel, and laid him on the bed- knowing there was nothing I could do to make it stop. Meanwhile, I dialed 911 and had one kid pack a bag for the hospital, and had another kid get Matt clothes. This time, after the seizure he fell asleep immediately. As we waited for the ambulance, I slipped clothes on his body and called my mom. I knew this trip would be different because this was a second seizure, and I had researched what we needed to do if one did occur again. This was an especially scary moment for Tom, because even though I have dealt with anaphylactic shock on more than a few occasions and several broken bones, he had never witnessed anything going wrong with one of his children.
     This time as the ambulance sped to the hospital and Tom sped behind us in his car, Matthew's heart rate and breathing were erratic and he was very confused. It is such a scary thing to see your little 30 pond 2 year old hooked up to a bunch of monitors as they are all buzzing with alarms. When we arrived at the ER this time, the there was a team waiting for us outside. A CAT scan and EEG was ordered, and blood work was started. Matthew awoke but became very combative- screaming and hitting everyone around him. We were wheeled into the CT scanner and I had to leave because I was 7 months pregnant, so Tom stayed with him throughout the scan.
     As we waited in the room for the results, we were both sort of shell shocked and trying to deal with what had happened. The doctor walked into the room with a very grim look on his face and sat us down. I had this sinking feeling in my stomach and I was so scared about what he was about to tell us. He then made a statement that will remain burned into my mind for the rest of my life. "Your son has had a stroke." It seemed to me that all time stopped in that instance and I was terrified. What do you mean?! 2 year olds DO NOT HAVE STROKES! The doctor went on to explain that it was not a recent stroke, but likely one that occurred at or within the first few weeks of Matthew's birth. Because of this, the doctor said, he had 2 small areas of damage/ scar tissue in his brain that was leading to an imbalance of electrical currents and causing the seizures. Seriously, how does a parent deal with this information?!
     I was terrified, blaming myself for giving birth to him at home, for not noticing that something was wrong with my baby, anything. The doctor at the ER, and later doctors,  explained that even if he had been born in a hospital, the stroke would not have been prevented. Matthew was born with aortic stenosis and a bicuspid valve where the tricuspid one should be. There had been a clot in one of those two places that traveled to his brain. Babies are so resilient that they can have a stroke and recover quite rapidly. I remembered a time when he was about 2 weeks old and looking sort of gray. Since my other children had such severe food allergies and many times I have had a newborn with problems due to that, I had thought about nothing but allergies. I especially had not even thought that my new baby could have had a stroke! It took me a few years to get over the guilt I felt with the whole situation, to know that I did nothing wrong, and that God had blessed me with this special child for a reason. Back to the story...
     The night of the second seizure, we were released from the hospital and told to see our regular doc the next day to get a referral to see a neurologist. Once again, the pediatrician downplayed teh situation, even questioning if he had actually had a seizure or just a  response to some pain or irritation. He did, however, schedule an appointment for 2 days later with the neurologist in Norfolk. I left the office angry that the doctor wasn't as concerned that I was.
     That same evening around dinner time, Matthew had another seizure. This one was not as bad, and it was over quickly. Yet another followed an hour later. I was so freaked out, but knew that going to the hospital was not necessary. (We had been told only to call 911 if the seizure lasted more than 4 minutes.)We went to bed on pins and needles, not knowing what to expect. At 3 am, he had another seizure. (I am so grateful that we co-sleep with our babies, because I was able to wake up and be there for him. If he had been sleeping in another room, we might not have ever known.) He had 2 more seizures before 7 am. I knew that when we awoke he needed to be seen that day, so I called the neurologist when they first opened and explained what was happening. They agreed to see him immediately. In the time it took for my baby sitter to get to the house, and for Andrew and I to drive to the hospital an hour and a half away, Matthew had 5 more seizures. Each of them were lasting between 30-60 seconds, with a brief period of sleep in between.
     By the time we arrived at the office, I felt like everything was spinning out of control. Matthew was pretty much out of it, just curled up in a ball on a chair, not really aware of anything going on around him. The doctor took one look at him and said, "You have two choices. One- put him in your car and meet me at the emergency room NOW, or two- I will all an ambulance." That is when I really started to get scared. On the way to the ER, I called my mother, who jumped into a car and started driving.
     At the ER, they took Matthew immediately for an EEG and started him on an IV drip of Depakote, (an anti- convulsant). The EEG was grossly abnormal and he was experiencing something called a status seizure- meaning he was unable to stop seizing and because of this, he was admitted to the hospital. My mother and sister arrived as we were being transferred up to the ward. I must say that I am so proud of how Andrew, who was 12 at the time, handled the situation. He was such a wonderful support for me that day, and later used his knowledge on how to treat a seizure patient with his fellow boy scouts.
     Once on the ward, we were told that the priority was to get his seizing under control, then to schedule an MRI to find out what was going on in his brain. Because he was admitted the day before Thanksgiving, we would have to wait 2 days for the MRI. Matthew responded  quickly to the IV drugs, and by that evening was somewhat back to his usual self. My mother had traveled to my house to help Tom with the kids, and my sister Lauren stayed to keep us company. Lauren and I fell asleep kind of late because we were chatting.  
     Around 3 am, Matthew had another seizure. Lauren described it as a robot stuck like a broken record, just repeating the same motion over and over. The nurses rushed in to catch the tail end of the seizure, and the administered atavan to prevent another. That is when things got hairy! As they were pushing the drug into the IV, Matthew began this maniacal laughter. Every movement was exaggerated to him and he thought everything was so funny. It was fun at first, making him laugh by making a face at him, nodding out heads when he said he saw a train outside the window, helping him "catch" bugs in the air. Then, it all changed. He started screaming because of the "bees" all over the room. He screamed literally for almost 24 hours. Atavan and Matthew do not like each other. Thanksgiving was spent with Matt crying the entire day, cafeteria food, and the support of my sister. I truly think that if Lauren had not been with me that day, I would have lost my mind. Matthew would not stop crying, he would not sleep, he would not eat. That evening, he blew his IV line out. We had to go to a special procedure room to have another one put in. They wrapped him in a "burrito" sac, effectively pinning him down. The child had cried all day long, and as they tried 8 times to get another line in, he just watched them do it without crying. When they finally got the line in, the crying resumed and continued until almost the next morning. The nurses refused to give him anything to help him sleep since he was to undergo anesthesia the next morning for the MRI. Finally, he fell asleep and I think we had a 2 hour nap before we had to get up for the MRI.
     Matthew was taken to a holding area, then loaded on a gurney and whisked away for the MRI with anesthesia. While the test was happening, I washed my clothes in a courtesy washer on the ward, and I think Lauren slept. When I was able to see Matthew again, he was pretty sleepy and we spent the afternoon napping.
     The MRI showed 2 small areas of scar tissue in his right frontal lobe. His official diagnosis was childhood epilepsy. The brain damage also explained his delayed speech and development. We were released from the hospital with Valium in case of a seizure lasting more than 5 minutes, a script for depakote, and a small hope of him possibly outgrowing the seizures. I say small hope because when you are in the middle of it all, and everything is so new and scary, it is hard to imagine life ever being normal again.
     Over the next few months, I joined the National Epilepsy Foundation, researched everything I could. I discovered other famous people who dealt with epilepsy, I was determined to help Matthew through it all. Matthew developed several different types of seizures and I became very good at recognizing them. He spent 6 months just coping on a daily basis, trying to make it day to day. His left eye would droop markedly before an episode. By far, the most common type of seizure was the staring seizure. He seems to always have an "aura", or premonition, that a seizure is about to occur. He would come to me and say, "Mama," and then stare off into space before refocusing again on the world around him. The episodes would usually last 10 to 30 seconds, and he would have up to 10 a day at times. At times his balance and coordination would be off. Once, he tried to climb on my bed during an episode and fell and broke his wrist.
     It was during this time also that we discovered that Matthew was having major neurological issues at night, and had been having them since he was born. Since birth, he had never slept more than 2 hours at a time. EVER. As a baby he would do what I termed "alligator death rolls" on my chest in the middle of the night. He had always required very hands on attention at night. He also, since birth, would have screaming episodes that would last 6-8 hours at a time, usually at least once a week. He would just sit in bed and scream. His eyes would be open, but he was not really there. Tom and I had gotten so used to it, but we were so sleep deprived we could not function. It wasn't until my mother witnessed one of these episodes that we realized it was all related to the epilepsy. I have to say that even with his night issues, I REFUSED to put him in another room, to leave him alone while he cried. Even though he would cry all night long, I knew instinctively that something was not right and that my baby needed me. Just the thought of leaving him to cry it out makes me sick. I know in my heart that keeping him close by was, and is, the right thing to do.
     It was about a year and a half before the proper dosage of meds was worked out and he stopped having seizures. He has caught up significantly in his speech and development, only showing a slight delay. We had him tested by a developmental pediatrician. He is extremely smart, but has cognitive, speech, and developmental delays that will fade as he gets older. It has been a year since his last seizure.
     Now, HOPE.........In two days, Matthew and I will travel to and spend the night in the Ronald McDonald House in Norfolk. The next morning he will have an EEG. IF the EEG is clean, we will begin the process of weaning him off of the drugs in the hopes of no more seizures. As I mentioned above, I never thought that we would have this day, especially only 2 1/2 years later! I am terrified that the EEG will not be normal, because I am longing for my son to have a fair shake at life. I am praying for my little boy to be "normal." In the moment that the doctor told us that Matthew had had a stroke, all of my hopes and dreams for Matthew seemed threatened, changed. I have come to realize that I still have the same hopes and dreams for him, and that there are different paths available to those dreams. I somehow suspect that Matthew will always be a bit "different" just because he is Matthew, but I am praying for his to be completely healed of all seizures now, and forever. I am praying for the day when I no longer jolt awake because he sneezed, thinking he is having a seizure. That journey may begin Tuesday...............

Wednesday, March 2, 2011


2 more weeks until the long awaited EEG. Until my little spiderman and I get to spend the night together at the Ronald McDonald house alone and stay up  late and eat junk all night long. 2 weeks until we find out whether or not his brain is functioning normally. 2 weeks until we may get the go ahead to wean off of seizure meds.

2 1/2 years ago when he first was diagnosed with epilepsy, this day seemed so far away, if not impossible. The concept was so hard to grasp as he lay in teh hospital bed not coping with life. BUT, here we are! Matt has been seizure free for a year, and his doc said that if he had a clean EEG, then we could wean off the meds.

I am nervous that there will be a problem, but deep down, I know it will be a good report. The anticipation is crazy, but the rewards will be awesome!

Tuesday, February 22, 2011


So I received 4 packages this afternoon! Andrew was not happy about getting his new algebra book, but I sure am!  Phonics Road for both Sarah and Hannah, DIVE Physical science CDs, and fabric for Matty's quilt came too!

Waiting................Stalking.............Going Mad............

 Like many homeschooling moms, I am constantly trolling for new ideas, products, and curriculum. Last week, I had the opportunity to order some long awaited (and needed) schoolbooks for the kids. 5 separate orders, 5 deliveries to wait for. In case you're wondering, here is what I have ordered:
from TRISMS:
 Discovering the Ancient World for Andrew. He is slightly behind in his 8th grade year because of the extensive camping he did last year with the Scouts and family. So consequently, he will be working on this one throughout the summer.
I also ordered the High School Resource pack AND the Started Resource set with the IEW (Institute For Excellence in Writing) schedule. Unfortunately, the only shipping option was via media mail, so the one thing I desperately need NOW, I have to wait for.
Next up- Phonics Road to English Grammar for Hannah and Sarah. I know it was shipped priority last week,  so here's to hoping.......
Leap Frog learning videos from Amazon- For Matthew, of course. He is such a visual learner, and because of that I am hoping to steer him away from Spiderman for awhile. Also waiting on various spelling books from them too.
AOPS Algebra 1 for Andrew. Again, a late start ( I wanted him to start this in August), but I hope to have him finish by the end of the summer. 
DIVE Physical science DVD from BJU Press. This is to go with what I bought from a private seller.....

Now...from private sellers I am waiting on...
BJU Physical science text, teacher's manual, tests,  lab books, and lab videos.
TRISMS History Makers for my middle-schoolers.
DVD lectures on American History and World History originally from

So, now that you know what I am waiting for... know that I am LOSING MY MIND waiting! I will, when I get the goods, post reviews about each of the new things I ordered. BAH HUMBUG.

The Amazing, Flying Kiki

 Saturday, the kids all decided to spend their own money on this jumping thing at the mall. For a dollar extra, I signed up Kiki, but thought she would be the one who would freak out and start crying as she is the cautious child. She was the last to jump, and from the second they put the harness on her body, she was all grins! She needed no instruction, jumping before everything was ready. The lady grabbed her leg and gave her a tug, and suddenly, she was flying 20 feet in the air!!!!!! After the first few "jumps" even the people just walking by in the mall stopped and pointed. By the end of her 10 minute run, she had well over 100 people pointing and laughing with her! It is not everyday that you get to see a flying two year old! When the ride was over, her eyes were all sparkly and she was grinning from ear to ear. All you have to do now is ask her if she likes to fly, and she will shoot you that million dollar smile and tell you all about it! To see her so happy was well worth the money spent on the other kids!

A New Boyfriend

"Mommy, Daddy is not your boyfriend anymore," says Matthew amid much head wagging and finger pointing, "He is dumping you! I am your new boyfriend now!"

Friday, February 18, 2011

Grown Up Matt

"Mommy, when I get married, I want a ceiling fan in my house. And my kids will have only one chore.....To wash my Spiderman costumes."