Saturday, May 21, 2016

A Tough One

This is going to be a tough one.  I have avoided writing for the past couple of weeks because I have not wanted to spread my negativity to others.  It is mine.  Today, though, I realized I am not being true to my original commitment to be real and honest.  So, here it goes......

First, Miss Angie is amazing.  She is healthy and thriving and everyday with her is a gift.  She had a sleepover with some of her favorite people, went to a band concert where she tells me she danced during the concert, and she is excited to start swimming lessons, which she tells me EVERY SINGLE DAY.  She is doing "normal" like only she can.  In fact, I think she is the strongest one in the family right now.

We have learned that Baby Ezra has West Syndrome, which doctors identify as "catastrophic childhood epilepsy".  It is a lifelong disability causing permanent developmental delays. Some other test results are still pending, but this is what we know so far.  Ezra is at home again now and he is receiving strong steroid treatments for the seizures.  The treatment cost is an astronomical $2000/day.  Don't even get me started on how I feel about drug manufacturers and insurance companies.  Actually, the drug company has a program to pay the patient co-pays for the medication and Ezra's insurance company won't accept their payment. So many challenges ahead for little Ezra and his parents.....

Then there is Levi.  I have been particularly quiet on this subject.  Now, I am going to share with the hope that others will be educated and may be able to pay it forward to someone else who needs support and understanding.  Levi has Alcohol Related Neurodevelopment Disorder, commonly known as Fetal Alcohol Syndrome.  His biological mother used opiates, methamphetamine, barbiturates, and marijuana during her pregnancy as well.  Levi's brain is severely and permanently damaged and his condition was 100% preventable. He was not given a choice.  I could go into great detail about ARND and FAS but I will just share the basics:

Brain and central nervous system problems

Problems with the brain and central nervous system may include:
  • Poor coordination or balance
  • Intellectual disability, learning disorders and delayed development
  • Poor memory
  • Trouble with attention and with processing information
  • Difficulty with reasoning and problem-solving
  • Difficulty identifying consequences of choices
  • Poor judgment skills
  • Jitteriness or hyperactivity
  • Rapidly changing moods


Social and behavioral issues

Problems in functioning, coping and interacting with others may include:
  • Difficulty in school
  • Trouble getting along with others
  • Poor social skills
  • Trouble adapting to change or switching from one task to another
  • Problems with behavior and impulse control
  • Poor concept of time
  • Problems staying on task
  • Difficulty planning or working toward a goal

Levi has every single one of these symptoms and some that are not listed.  Just one more fact: Alcohol use is far more damaging on the developing brain than drug use.

If you know our family, you know that Levi has received a variety of treatments for his conditions since birth, including several out-of-home placements.   In early April, we realized that we needed another secure placement for him when he started exhibiting risky behaviors, such as leaving home and school for hours at a time.  Children with drug and alcohol exposure are particularly vulnerable to becoming victims due to their poor reasoning skills and inability to sense danger or predict consequences.  Levi's social and emotional functioning level is at age 6 or 7.  We were terrified for his safety.

Unfortunately, the Department of Developmental Disabilities could not find a placement this time.  Levi became #16 on the waitlist and we were told placement might happen in about 6 months.  In late April, we begged for a "crisis placement" which is supposed to take 24-48 hours and we were again turned away.  We sought help at a children's hospital and with law enforcement-still nothing.

Last Friday, our worst fears were realized.  Levi was playing with matches in the school bathroom and he started a fire in the garbage can.  He was interviewed for over 2 hours, arrested and taken to the juvenile detention facility for 4 days.  I am not ready to write about that particular experience yet, but I will tell you this-it was devastating.  Levi is charged with three misdemeanor crimes and he is now involved in the juvenile justice system.  The school IEP team has determined that his behavior was a manifestation of his disability and he will not be expelled but we have chosen for him not return to school this year.  The legal process will take time and Levi will be held accountable for his actions.  So, indirectly, will Toby and I.  Toby is currently unable to work and is at home with Levi, who is under house arrest.  Levi is very, very sorry and regrets his actions, which is often not the case for children with FAS.

I know this is getting long, but I share it in detail to try to facilitate understanding. The situation is so complicated.  Toby and I do not believe that Levi should be relieved of responsibility for his behavior, but we do believe his disability should be considered and we believe it will be.  Our family has been treated with respect by school staff and by the juvenile case manager and they have educated themselves about Levi and his disability.  We are overwhelmed by sadness and feel that Levi, and our family, was let down by the systems that are supposed to support and protect children with disabilities.  

Please share our truth when you hear people gossiping about Levi.  We live in a small town and we know people are talking.  Please think of Josh and how this affects him when you consider telling our story.  Please pray for Levi as we continue to advocate for a placement for him where his needs can be met.  I appreciate being able to tell our story and be heard. Thank you to all who have already reached out to support our family. It means more than you know.


Sunday, May 8, 2016

Mother's Day

I feel like someone punched me in the stomach today.  It was not the Mother's Day I had imagined.  Oh, there were many sweet moments and my husband and children showered me with love and attention.  Toby made me the farm table I have been dreaming about for Mother's Day and this is what it looked like today:


I am truly in love with this table and I think I will be spending all my waking hours here this summer.  It is perfect.  

Kirsten and Ezra stayed over last night so they could go to church with us this morning.  As we were getting settled at church, I held Ezra while Kirsten found a place to put his car seat.  Then the unthinkable happened.......Ezra began to have a series of small seizures as I held him.  Panic set in on Kirsten's face and I began to have flashbacks to the body-wracking seizures that we watched in Angie too many times.  We are fortunate to have a very calm, clear-headed EMT in our congregation and he came over and reassured Kirsten that his condition did not appear life-threatening.  Kirsten called her pediatrician, who suggested that she take him to the hospital to be evaluated.

I wish I could tell you what caused Ezra's seizures. but as so often is the case, the doctors do not know.  Kirsten left the hospital without any answers and she is now at home feeling frustrated and overwhelmed.  I can tell you with a fair amount of certainty how she is feeling, because I have walked in her shoes.  She is terrified to walk out of the room for a minute in case the seizures return.  She is fearful that the cause of the episodes is the worst imaginable condition.  She worries that he will suffer seizures while she sleeps.  And so much more.

I am a firm believer that God plans our lives so that our past experiences teach us lessons that we can use in our future.  Once we learn, we will be given opportunities to help someone else in similar circumstances.  This is the circle of life.  But, I want to decline.  I don't wish seizures on another family, but please God, do not give me this opportunity with this baby.  Keep him healthy instead.  I am terrified for Kirsten and would do anything to take away her pain and uncertainty.  But that is not God's plan in our lives.  He has something else in mind.

I am grateful I was there with Kirsten today.  God is so good.  He did not allow this incident to happen when she was alone.  She is strong and brave and she loves her son powerfully.  She is an amazing mother.  I am unable to decline the opportunity. We will weather this storm together, and probably many more as we raise our families.  I am her mother after all, and I am here for the long haul.

Saturday, May 7, 2016

Eight Years

Eight years.  That is how long we have had the privilege of parenting Miss Angie.  Seven years since she started having life-threatening seizures and six years since we were told there was no hope for her future and that the State of Oregon preferred that doctors stop trying to save her life.  Five years since we fought for the right to pursue treatment anyway and four years since she had the brain surgery that saved and changed her life.  And ours.

I am not the same person I was eight years ago.  Not even close. I don't even know that person anymore.  Eight years ago, I did not know how to fight for my child's life like it was my own.  I did not know that doctors are not always right, and caseworkers very often are quite wrong.  I trusted professionals to know everything and did not trust my ability to make hard decisions for the best interest of my child.  I did not know the hope that comes from witnessing miracles performed through a child's life over and over again.  I did not know that a child could defy all odds and become an individual who inspires every person she meets.

I don't want that person back.  I am grateful for the lessons I have learned on this journey every single day.  I can see God's hand in every trial we experienced and looking back I can see what He has taught me through the difficult days and nights.  I am so thankful.

Angie has a very unique and definite purpose in this World.  I believe it is to bring hope to the hopeless.  She is meant to teach us that adversity does not mean defeat, it just means we have to try harder. She is here to model perseverance and courage, humor and strength.




I am so thankful for Angie.  She keeps me from getting too serious and uptight and she makes me laugh every single day.  I am grateful for the 2,917 days I have had her in my life and in my heart.  Happy Birthday, Angie Rae, you have changed my life for the better and I love you to the moon and back!