Friday, August 17, 2012

Changes on the Holmes' Sweet Homefront

Changes are on the horizon for the Holmes’ Sweet Home. Changes I never really dreamed possible. But, sometimes, God’s dreams for us are bigger than what we think fathomable for ourselves.

Once upon a time, I started working for this wonderful agency, in which I get to impact people’s lives in a real and tangible way, on a regular basis. Once upon a time, all I could think about was my career ladder within this agency. I wanted to move on up the chain, to be a leader, to impact lives on a grand scale.

Then, I had kids…

I remember a time, not long after Jonah was born, when I truly envied my friends who were “stay at home moms.” Not because I thought it was “easier” than being a working mom. By NO means! But, because they actually had the financial means, somehow, to be able to have one person stay home to be the primary shaper of their children. I thought that would never be possible for me – for us. Jeremy and I have always been very good stewards of our finances, so it was mind boggling, that even in our financial “prudence,” it did not seem possible for me to stay at home with our children.

To be honest, over time, I resigned myself to the fact that I am “meant” to be a working mom. In fact, I would say to people that “going to work makes me a better mom,” and “I’m not designed to be a stay-at-home mom.” I also started to see the benefits of Jonah & Lexi getting their “socialization needs” met through daycare. I would tell myself, “Well, they’re certainly more stimulated at daycare than they would be at home. There’s such a variety of activities for them at school, and they learn so much! And, besides, they need that structure.”

I think, over time, I truly came to believe those things.

However, in the past several months, some things have shifted. I can’t really put my finger on it, exactly. We have been pressing more into what the Lord would have for us….of what He would call us to do, and to be. And, somehow, we took another glance at our finances a few months ago, to realize that suddenly, there is this realistic possibility for me to stay at home with our kids, until they go to school.

But, the shift hasn’t only taken place financially. It has also taken place, in my heart. I am embarrassed to admit that I had gotten to a point where I would sometimes leave my children in daycare pretty late, even on days when I could have them home with me. But, lately, all I can think about is picking up those little doodlebugs as soon as I can, and loving on them. I hate the fact that I am completely used to being away from my children multiple days/week, without feeling any distress about it. And, my kids are used to it, too. In fact, when I get back into town after a business trip, they generally prefer to be with their Daddy as to their Mommy. There was a time when I couldn’t wait for the weekend to be over, so I could “have a break,” but now, I don’t want my weekends to end. And, it has become abundantly clear to me that my kids are so much better behaved on the days that they are home all day with us, as opposed to daycare days.

This is a scary shift. I’ve always been a driven, goal oriented, career-minded person. And, consequently, I’d like to think that I have established myself and am well respected in my field. And, in all honesty, I am currently on a pretty promising career ladder. So, to just jump off of that ladder is truly a leap of faith. I envision that I am jumping off the ladder and directly into the hands of Jesus….because Lord knows, we will need Him to carry us through this! But, who says dependence on the Lord is a bad thing, right??

Finances may not be easy. It’s possible that will barely be scraping by. So, why would I want to voluntarily do this to our family?

Because Mommy’s presence is more valuable than any of the world’s presents.

In the meantime, we will be standing in agreement with the truth of God’s promises:

“And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:19

“So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.”  Matthew 6:31-33

Oh, I still dream that same dream….of being a leader….of impacting lives on a grand scale. The difference is that it will be with my own children. It doesn’t get much more rewarding than that!

We would most certainly covet your prayers, during this transition -- particularly, as I seek to pursue my writing on a more professional level, to bring in a little bit of a supplementary income. I am currently working on a book, and would like to get off the ground as a professional blogger/freelance writer. I’m trusting that if this is truly a call from the Lord, He will bless it…on His terms and in His perfect timing.

Friday, June 22, 2012

A Letter from Jonah

Jonah got sent home from daycare this week, for being unmanageable.  He does have some behavioral problems (though hardly severe enough to get him kicked out of daycare...but that appears to be the direction we are headed, which kinda floors my Mommy mind).  So, we are being challenged, as his parents to better understand what makes our little man tick.  They are making one last (er, well, ONLY, as far as I have seen) ditch effort to help the situation, by moving him  up to an older class.  He is already the youngest child in his current class.  So, I composed this following letter from Jonah to his teachers, presuming that if he could articulate everything going on in his little brain, this might be what he would say:

Hi, I’m Jonah.


I’m excited to be in your class, and I know my Mommy and Daddy are really hoping this class is a better fit for me, because they love me so very much, and only want what’s best for their baby. If you have kids, I’m sure you totally get that!!

I want to let you know a few things about me that might help me out in your class:

My strengths:

I am super smart. And, I’m not just saying that. It’s true. Sometimes, I’m a little too smart for my own good. Most things that I learn just stick right in my brain, for good! I’ve been able to identify and name all of my primary colors since I was 18-mos old! For REAL! My mommy even has a video of it! Right now, I know the sound that every letter of the alphabet makes, and I enjoy sounding out words with flashcards at home. So, sometimes it’s easy for me to get bored. As long as you keep me engaged with activities that challenge my little brain, I’ll be good to go! Maybe I could help teach a lesson, if it’s on a topic that I already know. I also love building blocks, playing with cars, and putting together puzzles. I have an affinity for learning music! I love music, and I’m pretty good at singing and pretending like I’m a rock star!! I also do pretty well at tasks that require a great deal of concentration and problem solving!

Since you’re my new teachers, I’m excited that you may be able to help me get better at some of the following things:

  1. Appropriate interaction with my friends. For some reason, not yet understood, I have a really difficult time understanding that it is best to take turns talking. I tend to interrupt, and talk only about the things that I want to talk about. Please be patient with me, as this is just a difficult skill for me to grasp. But, my parents are working hard with me, too. It will help me if you remain patient, but remind me that it is polite and good manners to take turns speaking. It might even help if we take times to practice this skill.
  2. Regulating my Senses:
    1. For some reason, my brain doesn’t process my environment the same way as my friends. I sometimes feel insecure about where my body is in space, and I try to figure that out by getting more pressure on my joints. The fancy name for this is that I am a “proprioception seeker.” If I don’t get enough proprioceptive feedback through appropriate activities, like pedaling a bike, riding a scooter, crawling around on my hands and knees, wheelbarrow racing, bouncing around, doing jumping jacks, and pushing through heavy doors, then I will seek that input through inappropriate means, such as crashing into my friends and throwing myself on the ground. It’s not that I’m trying to be mean when I crash into my friends. It’s just that it’s an easy way for me to get that feedback my body desperately needs. So, it will help me so much if you will be patient and redirect me to an appropriate means for getting my sensory needs met.
    2. In the same way that I seek proprioception, I can become over-stimulated by too much noise and chaos. When that happens, I kinda flip-out and start misbehaving, to try to deal with my internal anxiety.
  3. We all have quirks, and here are some of mine:
    1. I need lots of attention. I’m a lovable, playful kid, and I just want you to notice me. If I feel like you haven’t noticed me in awhile, I may do something just to get you to notice me! Unfortunately, at this point, I really don’t care whether you give me negative or positive attention, as long as you give me some kind of attention. So, if you don’t give me positive attention for the things I’m doing right, I’ll most likely haul off and do something wrong because I’m smart enough to know that that WILL get your attention  So, I guess the best approach to dealing with me is to give me lots of positive attention and praise, even for the simplest things you see me doing right, and basically ignore my negative behaviors. That’s not to say I don’t need to be put in time-out for misbehaving. But, time-out needs to be exactly that: Time-OUT, with absolutely zero interaction from anyone during that time. Not even to argue with me or tell me to be quiet if I’m trying to yell and scream from the time-out place.
    2. I take some things very literally. If I correct you on something, I’m not necessarily trying to be a smarty pants. It’s just that sometimes I have a hard time getting my mind around things, if I know they aren’t exactly right. For instance, one time, my uncle playfully offered to give me a “knuckle sandwich,” but I refused because I know that we don’t eat hands! If you ask me to put my hand on the desk, and you accidentally call it a wall, I won’t comply, because it’s not literally “the wall.” Again, it’s not on purpose, and I hope that if you realize I’m just a very literal person, it may help you understand why some things are difficult for me to accept.
    3. I get a little out of sorts when my routine is interrupted. It really messes me up to move from one activity to another without sufficient warning. For instance, if we are about to stop playing outside, it will help me a LOT if you give me a little forewarning, like telling me, “Jonah, you can go down the slide 2 more times, and then we have to go inside.” Abrupt changes just tend to throw me off.
    4. For some reason, I expect some things to happen only in certain ways. For instance, I have a hard time understanding that it is okay to pray at times other than in church, at mealtime, and at bed time. If my Mommy tries to get me to pray at any other time, it usually makes me very angry because my little brain just doesn’t know how to accept that we can pray any time. I’m sure there are other things like this that throw me off a bit, and I appreciate your patience, in understanding that I just don’t think exactly like most of my friends in this class.
Thanks for your patience and willingness to give me a fresh start. I’m hoping that by better understanding some of these little things about me, it might help you to feel more patient with me, and it might also give you ideas of things that can help set me up for success in your class!

Thanks,
Jonah

Monday, March 19, 2012

Milestones Galore

Lexi
Lexi has started spontaneously initiating conversations now.  It is awesome.  Here's the conversation we had last week:

Lexi:   I tacky nap today.
Me:    You did?  You took a nap today?
Lexi:  Ya, I duuuue!  I tacky nap.  On my nap mat.
Me:    You took a nap on your nap mat?
Lexi:  Ya, I duuue!  Becca pat me. [demonstrates by attempting to pat her own back]
Me:    Becca patted you?
Lexi:  Ya, Becca pat me.  Like this.  I tacky nap.

It's hard to believe she's not yet 2, with the level of her communication.  She seems to understand grammatical phrasings beyond her years, such as sentences like these:

I go back outside, ok?
I don't need a cup of wawer.  You put juice in dare, ok?
Oh, that ball is heaby, Mommy!
What you doing, Mommy?


And, then there's her favorite.  Every single time I go to take a shower, she ceases whatever FUN activity she may be doing, and confidently declares,


"You go take a showa, right now?  I go witchu, Mommy!  Ya, I go witchu!"


 Jonah:
Of course, speaking of showers, I suppose I'm going to have to start locking Jonah out of the bathroom during my showers.  This morning, as he was getting ready to leave for school, he walked in on me, as I was stepping out of the shower.  I thought nothing of it, and asked, "Did you come to give Mommy a kiss so you can go bye-bye with Daddy?"

Holy MOLY!  Who KNEW!  He was completely disturbed at my ... um ... condition and proclaimed, "No, I'm not going to kiss you!  You're not wearing any clothes!  You need to get dressed, Mommy!!"  And, off he went.

End of story.

Or not.

About 20 minutes later, his Daddy called me (having no knowledge of our previous "shower" encounter) to "let me know" that as he dropped Jonah off at school, he reassured him that "Mommy will be here later to pick you up."  Much to Jeremy's surprise and ... ahem ... embarrassment (I'm sure), Jonah loudly inquired, in a rather disturbed, and ever-so-slightly frightened tone, "Is Mommy going to be NAKIE when she picks us up, today??"

Superrrrrr!

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

God's Molding

Jonah is fascinated by Jesus, apparently.  I mean, you won't hear me complaining.  I want to instill God's love in Jonah, but I can't wait for the day that he really grabs ahold of the Truth, and gets it.  In the meantime, I love the little precursors to his faith:

Jonah is afraid of the dark.  When he goes down the hall, he will pray aloud, as quickly as he can, as he runs as fast as he can to his destination, "Dear God, please protect me AMENNNNN!"

Upon his return, he sincerely shouts, "Thank you, JESUS!" (I can only presume for the protection on his journey).

Jonah loves flip-flops.  He has been begging to wear them all winter.  Well, Monday was a gorgeous day, so we had a picnic on the lawn out front, and I finally decided it was a good warm day for flip-flops.  Much to my surprise and amusement, Jonah, in his bouncy runnings around proudly declared, "Look, Mommy! I'm wearing flip-flops like JESUS!!"  Really?  That's his comparison for wearing flip-flops?  Oh, well, I'll take it, in the comfort of knowing God is just beginning a work in Jonah's heart....starting with sheer fascination :)

I often try to just rest in the reassurance and promise that  God is faithful to complete a good work that He has started in Jonah.  But, some days I'm a little dissuaded.  Yesterday was one of those days.  Jonah can throw some intense tantrums, full of rage, and they are quite disturbing.  I mean, his little voice even changes to this nasty sounding voice, as he spits and screams, and runs from me, and shouts the most hateful things that I didn't even know his heart could contain!

We had one of those yesterday, and I got caught up in a little pity party, wondering what I'm doing wrong, as a Mommy. I wondered, "What GIVES, God?"  How do I shape this little boy, without completely warping him or damaging him, in the process?  I wondered what I might be doing to contribute to his anger.

I stood in the kitchen, full of my own tears, as he cried out, and hurled his toys in his bedroom.  Soon enough, he came out of his room, looking disheveled and still out-of-sorts.  I said to him, "Jonah, if you still have an ugly attitude, then you need to go back to your room, right now."  And, for the first time EVER, Jonah started crying in true remorse for his behavior, ran and clung to my leg and, without any prompting or instruction whatsoever, sobbed in true unsolicited sincerity, "I'm sorry!!!"

Of course, I embraced him and we both cried.  And, I recognized that some things just take time.  But, they will click ... eventually.  And, God's got it all under His control, so the outcome is sure to be an incredible one....

Monday, March 5, 2012

Jonah's First Love

I think Jonah has his first love!  I mean it!!  He is truly enamored by this little lady!  I mean, he talks about her non-stop, asks me if she's going to pick him up from school, comes running when he hears her voice, worries about her when she's not around, gets giddy & silly as he watches her, begs to go in and see her, asks if she can come out and play with him, and sheepishly giggles as he announces, "She's my best friend!" [followed by a cheesy fake laugh]

IN.CESSANTLY!
IN.LOVE!  

She's a pretty popular little cutie. Maybe you've seen her before?  Her name's Molly, and she's QUITE the splash:


Saturday, February 25, 2012

72-Hour EEG

Well, I survived the dreaded 72-hour ambulatory video EEG monitoring.  It actually wasn't as bad as I had anticipated.  I mean, don't get me wrong, it wasn't all roses, but I had reallllllly been dreading the 3 day diagnostics in my home.  Here's the gist of how it went:

A lady from Global Neuro Diagnostics came to my house and set up 2 cameras:  1 in my bedroom, which filmed only my side of the bed, and 1 in the living room, aimed at the recliner.  I had lots of instructions, but the main instruction was to try to be in front of one of the cameras at all times.  Additionally, she glued 23 electrodes to my head and a couple to my chest (to monitor my heart rate).  Then she fashioned all the wires into a fancy little "pony tail" sleeve to keep them from getting tangled, and they were connected to this little portable device I had to sling over my shoulder for the duration of the evaluation.  (Of course, when I was sleeping, I would just keep it above my head, and it didn't really interfere with my ability to toss & turn in my sleep).

The evaluation was scheduled to take place from Saturday morning until Tuesday morning.  My episodes had tapered off substantially before the evaluation, and in fact, I had gone 3 days completely episode free, prior to the eval.  So, Jeremy and I were frustrated, feeling like we were about to toss our money down the drain for an unnecessary evaluation.  But, it was really too late to cancel.

Well, I'm glad we kept the evaluation scheduled because I had episodes each night at bed time, and additionally, I had 3 episodes on Sunday, and 1 awesome (ha!), classic (aura + arm, face, and abdominal muscles contractions all involved) episode on Monday.  Now, of course, I would prefer for these to go away completely, and I am still believing on faith, in complete Divine healing, but if I am still having periodic episodes, this was the time to have them!  So, for that I give a big Praise GOD!

At first, I was afraid the kids would want to pull the electrodes off my head.
They were all over my head, and the worst part was that I couldn't take a shower or wash my hair for 3 days!
I wore a hat, to keep the kids from messing with my head, which worked pretty well!


...until they decided they wanted to wear my hat, instead :)

Here's the "big picture" with my lovely sling and the camera that faced my bed.
There was another one in the living room.

The worst part of all was washing all the glue out of my hair!  It was AW.FUL!
But, alas, I was relieved after taking the longest shower in the history of the world, and back to my CLEAN self again!

The results will take about 10 business days to read.  I was supposed to have a follow-up appointment on Monday, 2/27, but it has been rescheduled to Wednesday, March 7.  In the meantime, I'm praying that no news is good news :)  I'll post an update, as soon as we know more!

Monday, February 13, 2012

Jonah according to Jonah, and then some...

Jonah and the Big Fish
Jonah learned about Jonah at church last Sunday.  At lunch, we decided to recap the story:
Me: Do you remember why Jonah got eaten by the big fish?
Jonah:  Ummmm.....[ponders]... because he didn't listen to God!
[pause, ponders some more]
Jonah: But ME [points to self] This Jonah? I LISTEN to GOD!

The Birth of Jesus
Later that night, we were reading in Jonah's Toddler Story Bible.  Of course, he wanted to read about Jonah.  The book has lots of wonderful illustrations.  In the Toddler Bible, the story that follows Jonah, is the Story of the Birth of Jesus.  I pointed to the pictures and read to Jonah that the Angel of the Lord went to the shepherds in the fields to tell them of Jesus's birth.  Jonah wanted me to read him the story again, but I needed to stop to eat dinner, so I encouraged him to read the story, himself. 

I'm listening as he recounts the story of Jesus's birth, by looking at the illustrations, and the next thing I hear is:

Jonah: And the Angel came and said, "YOU GO NIGHT NIGHT RIGHT NOW, BABY JESUS!!!"

Ohhh, I laughed so hard!  I don't believe I've ever heard that version of the story of Jesus's birth....but I guess you never know :)

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Medical Update: Healing Prayer

People have been praying over me.  A couple of weeks ago, at Life Group, my entire group prayed for healing into my life.  (For more information about what I need healing from, read my other Medical Update post).  I had to go to Austin on Jan 24-26, and that week was ridiculously bad with episodes occurring frequently throughout each day.

But, then on that Saturday, it was as if a switch was thrown, and my episodes tapered off substantially, out of the clear blue.  I went from frequent and severe episodes Mon-Fri, to virtually NONE on Saturday.  I had 1 or 2 episodes on all days, Saturday through the following week.  Still no episode-free days, but as close as I've come since December 22 (my one and only episode free day since the onset of this mysterious condition at the end of November).

So, I ventured out to Healing Prayer at church on Tuesday, February 7.  Let me start by saying that I was extremely nervous, having no idea what to expect.  I had mentally "planned" to attend the healing prayer opportunity, but physically, I hadn't.  In other words, I didn't get any child care.  So, the day of, I was scrambling to find someone to watch my kids, but in reality, I think I was hoping I wouldn't be able to find anyone.  But, leave it to my life group leaders to say, "Just bring them over here."  Then, I had more excuses....like, "But, they live about 25 minutes away from Beltway...."  Still, I felt it pressed more and more strongly upon my heart that I was to go receive this gift of healing prayer that night.  So, I did.

It was nothing scary.  I wrote down a summary of my healing needs, and I was assigned to a small group of 3 other people to pray over and with me, in a private room.  They were complete strangers to me.  Correction.  They were complete ANOINTED strangers....to me.  They prayed over me for healing, but they also spoke words of encouragement from the Father into my life.  Rick (one of the prayer partners) spoke a vision over me, and it was as if I was walking with him through that vision, not just listening to him as he described something.  No.  I was there.  IN it!  It was phenomenal, really.  Then, he spoke words of prophecy over me.  Words of prophecy that I believe God has spoken into my life personally, but that I'd doubted and, consequently, never grabbed ahold of.  Confirmation of things I had already heard from the Father.  Things, such that I would be praying encouragement and healing over others.  It was a little freaky...but in an amazingly comforting way.

So, here I am, in the middle of prayer, and I have an episode, in which my head pulls back, like normal.  But ... NOT like normal.  Rick has his hands on my head, and someone else has her hands on my shoulders from behind, and then I have this overwhelming sense of peace, like a flood over me.  This sense of ... well ... it's indescribable really.  Like a reassurance that this is not some attack from the enemy (which I had wondered).  It's not something over which God has no control, but that He is there, and HIS hands are on me, and IN me, and THROUGH me.  I just felt it.  It was a newness.  A peace.  Something completely different than I'd ever felt, especially right in the very midst of an episode. It was like a big ol' great Divine, "No worries, kid! I GOT THIS!"

And, so it was.  Healing prayer.  Nothing scary.  But, in fact, something Miraculous.  Amazing.  A phenomenal encounter with my Savior.  With my Great Physician.

And, since that night, I've had only one episode.  I've had some bouts of dizziness/aura (maybe once a day), but when I've felt it, I have prayed, declaring the Truth, that God is my Healer, and He is IN me, and so He can renew all of my neurological signals to their original flawless purpose.  And, aside from the one instance, the aura has never developed into the physical manifestations of the episodes, since that night, when God gave me His great big, "I got this!" message.

Wow!  A thousand times over!

Incidentally, after the team prayed over me, they asked if there was anything else for which I may need prayer. The only thing that stuck out to me was that I really really feel this calling to write, but I'm struggling with exactly what, where, why, or how that is supposed to take shape. Now, remember, these people were complete strangers to me. They didn't really know much about me at all, except what I told them about my medical stuff.

I'd been praying to God, requesting clarity about the direction I am to take with my writing, and I kept feeling this nudge on my heart to give up Facebook. I even said to God, "Is that from YOU, or ME?" Because I am well aware that Facebook can become all-consuming for me, but I also think that it is not all bad. So, I had asked God to "give me a perfectly clear answer, maybe even through a dream" as to whether He is telling me that I need to close my Facebook account.

Well, so back to the prayer team. There was a man in the prayer group who wrote down all of the words of encouragement that were spoken over me during our time together, but on a separate sticky note, he wrote a word he felt he had heard from the Lord, but hadn't spoken aloud. "Fasting brings clarity. Food, Facebook, whatever you can give up."

Um, hello! Does it get any clearer than that?

Thank you, Lord, for adopting me as your very own, and for caring so intimately for your children!

Oh, and in case you're wondering. Yes, I'm fasting Facebook :)

Monday, January 30, 2012

Hey Lexi, what are THESE???

LEXI: MOCKEECOCKLES!!!!

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Super Short Medical Update

Yesterday I only had 2 episodes all day, and they were so very miniscule, they almost didn't even count in my book!  Today, again, very few episodes, and very minor.  This is so reassuring!  Since this came back at the end of November, the only 100% episode-free day I have had, to date, was Dec 22.  Yesterday was the closest I've come to that!  And, to be followed today by another low frequency day was incredible!  Never have I had 2 so very minor days in a row.  This is GOOOOOOOOD!!!!  Maybe they're going awayyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!

That is all.

What Can Wash Away my Scents?

Ever since Jonah attended the Christmas Eve service with us at Beltway, he unceasingly sings praise and worship music around the house.  It's really the only type of music he sings.  Non.STOP.  I really should record some of the mis-sings, such as "My God is not dead, He's surely alive, living on the inside BOILING like a lion...." and "My God never loose the fate, My God never loose the fate!..." which he chants and repeats ad nauseum, and we are yet to figure out which song he is singing!  We bought the Unleashed CD from church, and he routinely (or compulsively??) requests to listen to one of 3 songs, which he has named and can distinguish within a couple of notes (He would ROCK "Name that Tune," I'm certain!).  We get in the car, and it always goes something like this: "I wanna sing the Never Give Up song." or "I wanna sing the Never Let Go song!" Whoa.  (Sometimes he'll request "Deep Cries Out" which we all (including Lexi) heartily sing with the motions, but it's usually one of the other two).  I know where they all are on the CD.  I can never remember which is which, so it cracks me up when he requests the "Never Give Up" song, and I turn it to the wrong one.  I say, "Is this it?" and within a millisecond, he says, "NO!  This is the Never Let Go song!! I want the Never Give UP song!"  (Amazing how much demanding sass comes through even while he's requesting to hear a song about God! LOL!) Today, he demonstrated a classic level of childlike faith, as the Never Give Up song had just played before we got out of the car.  Upon our return to the car he (surprisingly) (or not) said, "I wanna sing the Never Give Up song.  It'll come on by itself."  I said, "Do you want me to turn it to the Never Give Up song?"  Oh.MY.GOSH!  Wrong question, apparently!  "NOOOOO!  Don't change it!  It'll come on by ITSELLLLLLLLF!"  Good thing this Mommy has stealthy little steering wheel controls to preserve that level of faith just a little longer :)

As if the singing of praises to the Lord was not enough, last night in the bath, he proudly declared, "Mommy, I'm washing away ALLLLL my scents!"  I think he meant sins.  He'll learn soon enough that that's not his job....but for now I suppose we can let him think a little dab of Head-to-Toe Body Wash will do the trick.

Over the past few weeks, Jeremy & I have decided to start letting Jonah go to the musical Praise & Worship time in church, due to his true longing, even PLEADING, to be a part of that. I was reluctant at first, for fear that having him there would be a distraction to our time of worship. But, today, I felt this overwhelming sense of closeness to the Father by sharing in such a crucial spiritual time with my son, even at his young age of 3. And, I found myself with a lump in my throat as I looked down to see him singing with both arms lifted high above his head in worship, himself, this morning. Perhaps mimicking his Mama, but who knows, for sure! Regardless, he is learning the act of worship with true abandon! Wow, what a blessing! 

I'll be honest, it made me wonder if maybe everyone should take their pre-school and up children to that part of church!  I told my Mom, it moves me to the core to witness the ways in which God can already be making transformations in such a tiny little dude, with such a limited understanding and world view.  Even in the simple midst of putting all of these songs on Jonah's heart, I feel like God is going to be able to use that to shape his inmost being and teach my little man about His own character, as the lover and deliverer of Jonah's soul!  It's an incredible thing to think about!  And, of the absolute highest value to me, as his mother!  

I also felt a strong reassurance, or true impression on my heart, this morning that God has big plans for Jonah in His Kingdom! Maybe even as a worship leader himself, someday!  What a blessed day of worship and intimacy with the Father and my son.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Medical Update

I fear that I freaked everyone out a little, when I ventured out to post pictures on Facebook of the mysterious manifestations of my episodes, which have thus gone undiagnosed.

The bottom line is that I am a-okay!  I am working, and driving, and being a Mommy, and going about my day-to-day life, just as I was before.  I had put my running on hiatus for awhile, for fear that I would totally freak in the middle of nowhere, but I've recently gotten back into that, and I have even survived an "episode" during a run!  That's right, I was running the other day, and looked down to discover my left hand all drawn up the way it loves to do, and I just kept going, and it eventually relaxed.  So, suffice it to say, YES it's mysterious, YES I want some answers, but NO it's not hurting me, and NO I truly don't believe it is anything too serious.  I have had multiple episodes every single day since December 1, with the exception of December 22.  At first, I was freaked out, because I've been through this very thing before, and I was completely blind-sided that it had come back, as I had truly counted it as a fluke period in my life that I was glad had passed.  But, now, over a month later, I'm just like, "Eh, this is weird."  And, I usually just make fun of myself, and don't think too much about it.  I just deal with the little interruptions throughout my day, and move on.

I had similar episodes in 2006, and we never really found an answer as to the cause, because they eventually went away (after I went off of Adderall, and started taking Keppra - an anti-convulsant).  Once the episodes subsided altogether, I took myself off of Keppra, and thought, "Wow, that was weird.  Glad it's over."  Since it has come back, presenting virtually identically to the way it did in 2006, we will definitely be more proactive about finding the cause and hopefully a diagnosis.  My main concern is to know A) whether it is genetic, and something I may have passed on to my children, and B) whether it is progressive or benign.

Sometime in November, I started having some subtle manifestations of the episodes again, such as my head wanting to fall backward, and I remember distinctly thinking, "Hmmm. No way?"  But, that was the gist of my thoughts about it.  Until it reared its ugly head full force at the beginning of December.  

In 2006, my episodes began with very pronounced involuntary movements in my left pinkie finger, which quickly evolved into my whole hand and arm being involved (curled up, with super tight muscles that created soreness, and even left creases in my skin from how tightly my muscles would tense up).  A few days after the onset of the left hand symptoms, while driving in rush hour traffic in Austin, my right arm became involved suddenly, and without warning, so both of my arms were drawn up.  These symptoms were followed by the neck involvement, an inability to walk with a normal gait, and the left side of face involvement.  Eventually, I began having involuntary muscle jerks in my abdominals, mostly around bedtime, which continued for months and months, even after the other symptoms subsided.  I went through all manner of testing, including blood work, MRI's, EEG's, nerve studies.  Everything was fine.

This time, the episodes almost took a reversal of the onset of symptoms.  In other words, the symptoms that reared their heads LAST last time, came about FIRST this time.  And, now, I'm basically back to where I was in the very beginning of this in 2006.  The most common manifestation, is that I can be doing just about anything, and suddenly my left hand will be completely drawn up into this position:

It doesn't disturb me, or even hurt.  It's a little inconvenient, and embarrassing, at worst, but I can generally hide it.  The other day, I sat in an ARD meeting, and had upwards of 3 or 4 episodes during the course of the meeting, and I'm pretty sure that nobody else even noticed it.  I can "make it stop" by using my other hand to open my hand up, but the moment it is left alone, it casually draws back up into this position for a few minutes, and finally relaxes again.

A slightly more frustrating manifestation is the "1/2 grimace."  Essentially, this comes hand-in-hand with the hand. LOL.  Half of my face tenses into a frown, then sometimes twitches, alternating between a frown and a grimace, prior to its eventual relaxation (after several seconds to minutes).  To the naked eye, one might think I have Bell's Palsy, upon looking at me during an episode, but the distinction between my goofiness (for lack of a better descriptor) and Bell's Palsy, is that Bell's Palsy involves paralysis of the face, whereas my muscles are actually involuntarily engaged (against my will!!) ha!  Here's what it looks like:

Pretty, right???


On my "worst days," which happen maybe once a week (or more frequently some weeks, like this week, for some reason), I have a "foggy head" aura that accompanies the episodes, and they come every 45-mins to an hour throughout my morning, and continue throughout the rest of the day.  It's difficult to describe, but I feel essentially disconnected from everything.

My most annoying "manifestation" of the episodes is when my head basically "forgets where it belongs on my shoulders."  That's the best description I have for it.  In essence, my head just wants to fall backwards, so that I look straight up at the sky.  I can set my head back upright, easily, but as soon as I do, it just starts pulling backwards again, and it is beyond annoying, especially if I'm sitting in a business meeting.  I mean, how disrespectful does that look -- for me to just start randomly staring at the ceiling during the middle of an important meeting.  LOL.  So, on the one hand, I feel like I need to warn everyone before a meeting, "Um, if I start staring at the sky, it's not on purpose, and I don't mean anything by it."  But, on the other hand....well, who wants to open that whole can of worms??  
"Uhhh, why would you start staring at the ceiling?  That's weird."
"Oh, I'm just having these random episodes, where I can't control my body.... No, I don't have a brain tumor ... No, I'm not having seizures ... No, I'm not just stressed ... We just don't really know what it is!"

And, last but not least is the involuntary "stomach crunches."  Basically, my entire core starts doing these involuntary, rhythmic contractions (sometimes 2 or 3 in a row, pause, 2 or 3 more, pause, etc.), which may go on off-and-on for a couple of minutes, and then return 10 minutes later.  Of course, I joke that there's a positive in everything, and the silver lining here is that I should have a smokin' hot six-pack by the time we get to the bottom of all of this!

Jonah used to think my "stomach crunches" were funny, if he was on my lap, but I think he's gotten bored with that.  3-year-olds will be 3-year-olds.  Whereas he used to giggle, and say, "Mommy, you're bein' FUNNY!"  Now, he says, "Mommy, why you keep doing that??"  I will admit, I was a little heartbroken the other night when I had an episode with him in my lap, while his Daddy was at work.  It was the worst episode I've had while alone with the kids, but I still attest that I maintain full consciousness.  However, my head was back, my eyes were closed, and I was having trouble speaking clearly.  Jonah asked, "What's wrong with your chin, Mommy?"  I tried my best to tell him, "Mommy's okay.  My chin is okay."  But, he then, in a very frightened little 3-yr-old whimper, whined, "I want my Daddy."  I hated to know that he felt scared, not knowing what was wrong with his Mommy.  That has reinvigorated my passion to find some answers.

So, where do we stand now?  Well, I saw a neurologist on 12/8, who thought I may be having atypical partial complex seizures.  Understand that at that time, the episodes were substantially worse, because my primary care physician had put me on Klonopin to try to address possible seizures and/or possible anxiety/panic attacks, which made the episodes exponentially more severe, and landed me in the ER.  The ER physician explained to us various possibilities, to include an MS type disease that goes through periods of remission, a neuro-muscular disease, dystonia, or atypical partial complex seizures.  He explained that the course of action should be to see a neurologist, who will conduct tests at first to "rule out the worst possibilities.  The scary stuff."  Then, he said there is always the option of going to Parkland in Dallas.  As they are a neurological research center, the advantage is that their doctors will send their observations of me out to 15 to 20 other doctors nationwide, and say, "Hey, have you ever seen anything like this?" So, my first step was to get connected with a local neurologist.

Without going into too much detail, I will say that my neurologist determined that I should have an MRI, which turned out clear.  Praise the Lord.  She also determined that I should have a 72-hour EEG.  However, she informed us that my insurance will not authorize a 72-hour EEG without evidence of an inconclusive routine EEG on file.  So, the next step was to request the records for my 2006 EEG, which they were unable to locate.  And, yet, then they ordered a 120-hour EEG, which we didn't find out insurance hadn't authorized until yesterday, when the office called to cancel my follow-up appointment, due to the fact that "You haven't had all of your diagnostics yet."  So, I kindly (or not so kindly) reminded them that the plan we had originally discussed was to have a routine EEG, if they were unable to locate my previous EEG.  So, I had my routine EEG today, which, in my opinion, I could have had several weeks ago, and then I could have had my follow-up appointment, as scheduled yesterday, and this ball could still be rolling.  But, it's not.  And, I digress.

Today's EEG lasted about 25 minutes.  My prayer was that I would have an episode during the small window of opportunity, so that it would be conclusive, and we would be through with the "ruling out" of seizures.  Well, this has been a crazy week of persistent episodes, and today was no different.  Praise the Lord, I started having episodes with the aura at about 8:30 this morning, and they came every 45-minutes to an hour.  So, during the EEG, they try to elicit a seizure by flashing a strobe light, progressing in speed with each setting.  Well, let me just tell you that after the strobe light craziness, I could have sworn the bed was spinning like I'd had some sort of alcoholic overdose.  It was disturbing, and I hated it!  I can see how it would elicit a seizure, if you're prone to them!  Seriously. NUTS.  I became so very disoriented and truly had a wave of sheer panic rush over me, after which time, an episode came right on cue, right in the middle of the EEG.  

Now, I can't really go into details about how or why I know this, but I do have it on pretty decent unofficial authority that my superficial EEG impressions did not show any distinct seizure activity.  Of course, I will have to wait for the official reading by my neurologist, but I am feeling 100% confident that these episodes (because I definitely had one during the EEG) are not, in fact, seizure related.  

My neurologist's nurse informed me that I would not be privy to my results until the time of the follow-up appointment on January 23, but I was told today that I can go to the hospital and request the written record of my results by mid-week next week, rather than waiting for my re-scheduled follow-up appointment.

And, there is one last consideration.  I started on a hormonal contraceptive in mid-November, a couple of weeks before these episodes began, and I discontinued it today, to see if these episodes are in response to the medication.  You may wonder why I waited so long to discontinue, but the fact of the matter is that if these episodes were seizures, even if they were caused by the medication, I felt like I would need to know if I have a propensity to seizures, induced by hormones.  Even if it meant I could make it all stop by discontinuing the medication.  Since I had the EEG today, and I did have an episode during the EEG, I felt like I could safely discontinue the medication today, in order to see if I can just cure myself :)

Who knows where we go from here!  All I know is that, for this moment, I am basking in the relief that I am most likely not having seizures.  So, I'm not going to have a freeze on my license, and I'm not going to have to poison my system with anti-convulsants, and completely alter my lifestyle right now.  Do I still want answers?  Yes!  Do I know exactly how we're going to go about getting those answers? No!  But, I am relieved that we are doing just as my ER doctor had advised, and ruling out the big bad scary stuff first!

That makes today a good day, indeed!

P.S. If you know of anyone who has experienced a similar condition, please please please let me know.  I am so open to learning more about various potential avenues to explore!!


Sunday, January 1, 2012

Your LOVE never fails, it never gives up, it never runs out on me....

So, Santa brought Jonah and Lexi these nifty little "light up" wands for Christmas, and who KNEW how much fun they could be!  I mean, they are the essence of creative outlets for these sweet little offspring of mine!  Just today, for instance, Jonah decided his was a dog bone, and he wanted me to throw the wand (as it hit the ground it would light up in the array of colors), and he would fetch it on his hands and knees and return it to me, letting a little "ruff ruff" on occasion.

But, perhaps my hands-down FAVORITE use that Jonah has come up with for the wands is to turn them into drumsticks.  He flips his and Lexi's chairs over, converting the chair legs into an entire drum set, and hammers out his own special light-up "ROCK SHOWWWWWW!"  It's really amusing when he gets both "drumsticks" going at the same time.  Sometimes, he just spontaneously starts playing, or says, "I'm just gonna sing for awhile." But, usually, he asks us to turn out the lights, and introduces his intentions with the most enthusiastic exclamation, "Are you ready for a ROCK SHOWWWWWW?!?!"

Of course, I tried to capture it on video, and I got a decent version with just the one-handed mallet, since Lexi wanted the other one.  As I was trying to "manufacture" this video, it didn't turn out quite like I wanted, but you get the gist..... (keep reading, as I was able to capture another video, posted later in this blog).




Since a manufactured video isn't quite as awesome as catching the real deal, I caught a moment where Jonah was totally into his singing, so I started another video, without his knowledge that I was videoing, in order to give a more realistic view of his truly passionate expression in singing the chorus to a song he has heard only one time ever, while sitting with us in "big church" at the Christmas Eve service at Beltway Park over a week ago.