Autism Awareness 2015: We Survived Kindergarten!

As this year's Autism Awareness Month comes to a close, I want to stress the most important things that I would like other people to know:

1.  If anyone out there reading this has a child or is close to a child who seems to be delayed in reaching milestones, lacks proper emotion, and displays any odd or repetitive behaviors or interests, PLEASE do not hesitate to mention your concerns to someone in a position to help.  Sometimes, even doctors can be dismissive of your observations.  Ask someone else.  Find another doctor.  Do not say "they will catch up" or "not MY child", because the number one most important thing you can do is help a child.  Even if there was no reason to be concerned, even if the child does not have autism, EVERY CHILD DESERVES A CHANCE.  The BEST chance.  Set aside your petty dignity, swallow your pride, stop worrying whether you are just imagining it, or if your doctor will think you are crazy, or if no one believes or understands...it is NOT ABOUT YOU.  It is about getting a child help as soon as possible to give them the best possible opportunities in life.  PERIOD.

2.  My definition of Autism Awareness is to make people aware that a family's struggles with autism are real.  We need help.  We need understanding, patience, compassion, love, and support, NOT pity.  NOT sympathy.  I do not feel sorry for myself or my son.  He is a beautiful, intelligent, loving, funny, blessed child with a happy home, tons of supportive family and friends, and a wonderful life.  There is nothing to feel "sorry" for.  What I do need is positive energy.  I need people who can help me teach my son everything he needs to know in life: at church, at school, at home, in public.  So far we have been fortunate to have the best therapists, teachers, aides, and family and friends, more than I could have dreamed!  Yes, it does make me sad sometimes to think about how different he may act, or to worry about what his future will be like, or worry how independent he will be.  But then he says something silly to make me laugh, or he looks at me and is just so adorable he melts my heart.  Then I remember that He is a beautiful creation with a purpose.  He is growing up and doing so awesome!

3.  Getting help (services like private therapy, school interventions) is the number one key to managing autism.  There are professionals trained to help your child, and most of all, they teach you how to help them too!  The services that we have received, combined with all that I have learned from therapists and my educational background, have led to our success story this past year.

My Carson has made more awesome strides this past year.  And it has been another WILD year!  We survived introducing a new baby to the family, changing the family dynamics, just months before Carson started his educational career in kindergarten!  He went from one sister to two, from preschool at the Child Development Center to kindergarten in regular local public school.  That was a lot to take in!  It was a very difficult first semester, with lots of meltdowns, learning curves, interventions, and tears.  I shed lots of tears.  We started a communication notebook so we could write back and forth, the teachers, therapists, aide and myself.  I was completely in the dark as to what had been happening in the first couple of weeks.  After this started, I was able to find out how he was behaving in school.  It was scary.  He was hitting, kicking, throwing things, and spitting when he got angry, things he had never really done before or had stopped doing since he had gotten older and been in therapy.  Everyone tried different interventions to help him cope with his surroundings, feeling that the Sensory Processing Disorder part of his autism was causing most of the problems.  I started thinking, racking my brain to try to help find a solution.  This did not sound like my child who had done so well in preschool and at home.  I went to work with a couple of theories I had.  Two things in Carson's usual routine had changed:  He was no longer in any private therapy, and we had stopped going out.  We went to school, sometimes church, and we went home.  I did all my errands while he was at school.  By not taking him out in our usual routine, which included eating out at restaurants and grocery shopping in Walmart, he was not being exposed to all that sensory input.  Those are loud places that he never had a problem with.  And now he had a problem with the lunchroom or the bathroom being too loud.  He need to be desensitized again.  Going out with him to all those places is sensory therapy.  I also reenrolled him in private speech and occupational therapies.  All of the awesome professionals working with him at school worked hard to test, develop, and implement a plan to help him self-regulate and focus.  I don't know which of these things, or if the combination of them, is what worked, but it did.  Eventually, his behavior improved, and then upon return to school after Christmas break, he was a different child at school.  Like a switch was flipped.  Not a single meltdown for weeks, and any fits he has had since have been few and short-lived, and also the reason has usually been understood.  Someone ran in front of him, or stole the ball from him, or it came a thunderstorm.  I think just him growing some (he had a spurt) and maturing helped as well.  His communication skills vastly improved, and continue to do so.  He even asks and answers questions like never before!  My child never ceases to amaze me!  He is a wonder to behold!  Another part of his life in school I have worried about is social relationships.  I know this will probably always be difficult, and I know they are still so young right now, but he has had some wonderful classmates.  He has a few that have shown him friendship and affection and have touched my heart in doing so.  It just gives me hope and reassurance that in the future there will be people who love and care for Carson.  He will have friends and he will be loved.

As amazing as his kindergarten experience has been and has evolved from its rough beginnings, that much more now do I worry about next year!  The end of this year is upon us already, and I feel like I haven't even caught up yet!  I didn't do nearly as much with him at school as I imagined I would.  Partly, I felt like he did better when I wasn't there, and the other part is, I have two smaller children at home I have to care for myself during the day!  One who had surgery and the other who has PKU like Carson and has been challenging as well (with her special diet).  But as I said, we survived...and thrived!  I am hoping next year will be easier since he will be at the same school with the same people, so maybe he won't have such a problem adapting to the new routine.  He is excited about becoming a first-grader!

He was sick the first picture day, so his actual
portraits haven't arrived yet.  I will edit this
as soon as they do!

Anyone out there who wants to know more about how we handled this past year, feel free to email me.  I am always willing to listen or give any advice I can.  I know what it is like to feel such fear and dread before sending a child with special needs to school for the first time.  I am so proud and thankful to be able to say that our story concluded in success!  I am actually ready for the upcoming IEP meeting (but still dreading it a little).  Good luck to all you new school mamas!

The Forgotten One

Maggie Amelia, now my middle child, is not necessarily your typical "middle child".  Oh, she is dramatic, and loud at times, and loves attention, as most kids do, but she is a middle child under extraordinary circumstances.  Maggie is unique in many ways, but most notably under genetic conditions in our family.  Her story does seem to get lost in Our PKU Life and our Autism Awareness business, since she is the only one of the three who is fortunate not to bear one of those burdens.  However, Maggie has her own cross to bear, which is that she was born with a clubfoot.  While this blog is so busy being dedicated to posts about PKU and autism, clubfoot gets mentioned so much less.  My best explanation for this is that, while it is a huge issue, it is not always a daily issue. I talk about it less.  I probably think about it less.  I don't have to plan a whole day around Maggie's foot every day, nor do I have to plan every meal around her foot, three times a day.  So yes, it does receive less attention on a daily basis.  But don't let that sway you to believe that Maggie's foot problem is a non-issue, or that I don't think about it, pray about it, and still worry about it some every day.  It is a huge issue.  Maggie's foot has to be monitored as she grows, while she is a child, and actions need to be taken from time to time to make sure it does not turn back, or relapse, to try and prevent it from causing her problems the rest of her life.  Sometimes this involves doctor appointments, wearing a boot or cast, having surgery, or doing therapy.  Her right foot will never be the same as her left foot.  Her right leg will never be the same as her left.  One day it may cause her pain, but for now it does not.  It is our job as her parents to make the right decisions regarding the treatment of her foot and to take care of her the best way we know how to ensure she has the best quality of life possible.  So yeah, it's a big deal.

Maggie's clubfoot is front-and-center again right now because she recently had surgery to stretch her tendons.  I don't feel like we were prepared enough for the event, considering the last time she had this procedure done, she was 9 months old, and we went home the same day with her crawling on the floor trying to play, despite her leg cast.  This time was different.  I was expecting to go home, while knowing the doctor was exploring all the tendons in her foot to see if more needed stretching (last time he only stretched the Achilles tendon).  As it turned out, he did stretch all of those major tendons, which put her in a long-leg cast, bigger than we were prepared for.  And we had to spend the night, for which we also were not prepared.  Marty and I brought no clothes, no toiletries, nothing.  Thankfully, we did pack things we needed for Maggie.  I at least always try to have the kids prepared for anything!  None of us were happy about spending the night in the hospital, but Children's Hospital was wonderful.  At least we were in an awesome place with awesome people caring for us.  Everything went smoothly, and Maggie handled it all like a boss, like the princess she is. 

So sweet, mostly easy-going, even minimal whining!  She seemed to only experience pain when she wiggled her toes, and then it was not even enough to bother her.  I am beyond thankful for how well she did and is doing.  I hope that the end result of this procedure is as it should be.  We want a wider range of motion and flexibility in that foot that will allow her to bend it further and to walk with her heel on the floor instead of on her toes.  I can't wait to see how it turns out when this part is over.  She is in her second cast, and the doctor stated at her last appointment that her foot movement and flexibility looked good.  She has a shoe to put over it so she can walk in it, and she is of course doing almost everything she normally does: dancing, climbing the stairs, etc.  Next week she gets this last cast removed and she will be free, finally, after six weeks!  After that she may wear a boot but should be free-roaming most of the time.  She may need some physical therapy as well.


 

 

 

Maggie's current cast
 

Maggie's second cast after first tenotomy procedure
at 9 months old

A Look Back

Just look at how long it has been since this has been an "issue". TWO YEARS.  That should tell you
why it sometimes seems "forgotten".  When Maggie was born, it was a lot to take in.  We were in the midst of having Carson tested for autism, and we already knew about the possibility of clubfoot thanks to ultrasound, so we were trying to prepare ourselves for that, too. Those were very trying times for our family.  After she was born, Maggie wore a cast on her leg that was changed every 2 weeks, up until she was 5 months old. 

Baby Maggie's clubfoot before treatment

After that she had to sleep in a brace, but during the day, she was free!  At her 9 month orthopedic checkup, we were referred to a specialist because her foot was relapsing, beginning to turn back inward.  She had her first tenotomy, a surgical stretching of the Achilles tendon, and was in a leg cast again for a month, just when she had been learning to walk.  After the cast was removed, she had to wear the Ponsetti shoes (with a bar in between) for a while, then eventually just at night.  Soon she outgrew those and just slept in shoes.  Then she was free again... Until last fall.  At her checkup, after having a big growth spurt, her foot was relapsing again.  Her tendons just won't stretch out as she gets taller.  The doctor recommended another tenotomy and to also examine the other tendons in her foot.  So, again, here we are 2 years later in another leg cast.  I really hope this is the last time, but I know it is always possible we could have to do it again.  Maybe even a few times.  I am thankful she has a very credible, experienced, and brilliant doctor who is a perfectionist (so I've heard).  I am also grateful for our amazing family who helps us out with all our children and everything we need, and for our wonderful friends and family who offer support and prayers.  We are so blessed to be surrounded by so many great people in our lives.

All About Maggie Amelia

AKA: The Drama Queen or Princess Maggie (even though she proclaims "No, I am MAGGIE!")
Strangely enough, she is a very girly-girl!  This is somewhat foreign to me, because I have never been a very girly-girl or liked frilly things.  Maggie loves anything pink or purple, though I think purple is her favorite, like Mommy!  She loves Disney Princesses, of course.  She used to think Princess Sophia, of Disney Jr.'s Sophia the First, was really her.  She dressed like her for Halloween and has already requested a Sophia-themed birthday party next month.  They really do favor!  She LOVES shoes (already?!) and during winter she will not be seen without a pair of boots.  She developed a passion for lip gloss (I dread the makeup!), but had to be stopped due to eating it, smearing it on walls, etc.  Her best friend in the world right now is her big brother Carson.  She will go anywhere he goes and do anything he does.  They love to play games, video games, and watch movies together during these long winter months. During warmer weather, they love to play outside together, riding the Gator, riding their tricycles/bicycles, playing on the swingset, digging in the dirt, riding the tractor, or feeding the cows.  So she is not ALL girly!  Maggie is learning how to be a good big sister to Allison, and I am sure they will be best friends too, when Allison gets bigger. 

Maggie loves to help, no matter what it is, she wants to do it for us.  She loves to help me with laundry and is now showing an interest in cooking.  She is also in a funny language stage, where trying to make herself understood can be both frustrating and insanely hilarious!  For example, the remote is the "gamote", "Donald Duck food", as it turns out, is McDonald's, and the "Nurse Movie" is apparently The Smurfs!  She also has to narrate everything we do, and is starting to ask "Why?"  What a fun stage!  Carson is going through that now too, so we have a double dose!  She picks up so much from him, but I know that she is good for him too.  Maggie is a very sweet and sensitive child.  She cries very easily, like she just got her heart broken, no matter what it is.  She seems to be so tender-hearted and cares about other people.  She is so mature for her age, and she is not even three years old yet!  I love how gentle and kind she can be, and I hope she will always retain that part of her personality.  On the flip side of that, she also likes to aggravate.  She picks at Carson sometimes, just to get him riled up.  And she will just giggle and giggle about it!  She has the cutest, most infectious, most mischievous giggle!  This girl loves to have fun. 

I think Maggie might be my performer.  Even though she gets shy around other people at first, she eventually warms up.  She is constantly singing and acting out parts, not only of movies and TV shows, but also of games on the iPad!  And she is such a diva!  If she is trying to sing and someone tries to sing with her, she has a fit!  That girl is a soloist!  I have said as of late that she just might be an actress.  Combine her drama, her diva attitude, her love for music and dance, and her ability to mimic every motion, word, note, and expression, and we have ourselves a professional performing artist!  Not only is she girly, and beautiful, and fun-loving, but she is also very intelligent.  She is very similar to Carson.  She knew her alphabet very early, she talked very early (unlike Carson), she became mobile very early, and she just knows so much.  She loves books and is always wanting someone to read to her.  She has been able to play games on the computer and iPad (and my phone!) for a long time.  It amazes me how quickly kids can learn these things!  She may not have learned some things as soon as her brother did, but she did other things sooner, and is very close to where he was at her age.  I cannot wait to see what and how quickly she learns when she starts school.

After I first began writing this post, several months ago, I attended a Wednesday night Bible study by our brand new pastor in which he talked about David.  We were reading the passages about how David was chosen by God.  The preacher referred to David as "The Forgotten One" and I almost fell in the floor!  I had already begun this post with this title!  Just like David, Maggie is my small one, my runt, because she had trouble growing as a baby, and is still small, skinny for her age now.  Like David, Maggie does not have all the same pomp and circumstance as her siblings, and although loud at times, she can be meek and shy around others.  But this tiny child, like David, was born for great things.  God chose her to be here for a reason, with her own giant to face,
and I look forward to watching her grow up and find her path.  I hope I can help her and teach her well along the way.  I want her to know that facing adversity, like David did, can reveal great character, and build a servant of the Lord who can help others along the way.  God bless my sweet angel!

PKU Awareness Day 2014

This is my first PKU Awareness Day as a mother with 2 children with PKU.  Now it is doubly important for me to raise awareness, share, and remind the people in our lives and the people we will encounter on our paths in the future, what PKU is and how we live with it.  I want everyone who will be involved in the lives of my children to understand this condition, what it means, how it affects their lives, and how they can always rise above it.

PKU is not a disease, it is a condition, a rare genetic metabolic condition, which means it is inherited from parents, who usually don't even know they carry the gene, and metabolic means that it affects how the body breaks down foods.  People with PKU have a missing or malfunctioning enzyme in their livers that is supposed to digest phenylalanine (which we call "phe" for short), which is one of the 20 amino acids in protein.  If a PKU person eats high protein, like a hamburger, their digestive system breaks down all the protein except that one part, the phe.  Since the phe isn't digested, it gets into the blood, and too much of it builds up in the bloodstream.  When it gets into the brain, it is toxic and causes damage.  If this happens for a long period of time in a baby or a young child, whose brain is still growing and developing, it can cause serious mental disability and delays.  If it gets too high in an adult, whose brain has already grown, it can cause them to feel depressed, very sleepy, irritable, and have trouble concentrating, even have headaches.  The way to keep from having too many phes is to always eat a diet that is low protein.  Since nearly all foods have at least a little protein and phe, everything needs to be measured or weighed to count the phe.  The doctor and dietician look at blood tests and weight and figure out how much phe the body needs and give a phe prescription, or a limit to how much phe can be eaten each day.  People with PKU use a book or a website to find out how much phe is in foods.  They keep a journal of what and how much they eat to make sure they don't go over their phe limit each day.  Weekly or monthly they have to send in a blood sample, by sticking their finger, so the doctor can see how much phe is in their blood and that they are getting the right amount.  Because high protein foods, like meat, dairy, and soy, are too high for people with PKU to eat, they have to drink a special formula, or special milk, that is made with all the protein they need without the phe in it.  They have to drink this formula every day in order to grow and stay healthy.  People are diagnosed with PKU just a few days after they are born.  The hospital does a heel stick, called Newborn Screening, that checks babies' blood for all kinds of different diseases and conditions, one of which is PKU.  Since everyone in the U.S. is tested at birth, treatment is started right away, and as long as the diet and treatment are followed, PKU causes no problems at all.  The "only" thing a person with PKU has to worry about is what they eat and drink each day. 

It sounds easy, and probably is compared to some things, but in reality it does take a lot of work, planning and preparing.  And explaining.  And I am sure when the kids are older, it will be emotional for them to deal with at times in their lives.  As a parent of small children with PKU, I do a lot of work right now.  I read all the time, whether it is PKU information and research, cookbooks and recipes, or stories of other PKU families.  I do a lot of cooking and preparing.  I mix two different formulas every day, one for Carson, who is 5, and one for Allison, who is only 5 months old.  They use different formulas right now since they are so different in size and their needs are different.  I make a loaf of homemade bread every week or two for Carson to take sandwiches to school.  I sometimes make him a homemade snack to take to school, like chocolate chip cookies or brownies (low protein, of course).  I keep emergency foods made up in the freezer, like low protein cupcakes to take to parties.  I make Carson a separate supper every night, sometimes just one part of the meal, like I have to make him separate pasta noodles, but we can eat the same sauces (we like pesto or spaghetti sauce).  I like to keep little notebooks to calculate their intake, and it is about to get interesting because Allison is just now starting to eat baby food (eek!).  I do a lot of math, weighing and measuring food, and calculating phe intake.  I do a lot of planning, like deciding what Carson will eat when we go to a family dinner, or church, or a friend's house, or a restaurant.

It sounds like a lot, but I am not complaining at all.  I have been doing this for 5 years now so I am already used to it.  It is like second nature to me.  The only time I freak out is if I forget about something and Carson gets upset, but even then we have emergency plans, like go get some tater tots from Sonic, or a banana, or a Rice Krispie treat, or some kind of cereal he likes.  There are regular foods he can eat too, and he eats those quite a bit.  He eats Cap'n Crunch or Chocolate Cheerios for breakfast.  And yes my work is about to be doubled, but it will happen slowly and I will be able to ease into it, so it should be no big deal.  I only share all this so maybe those of you reading it will come to an understanding.  If I ever seem spacey or in another world, I may just be thinking about what needs to be done.  Maybe I am planning some recipe to look up or try for Carson because I saw something that gave me an idea.  Like the other day he wanted cheese dip, and he has never had cheese dip before, so I was thinking why he suddenly asked that and how I can make him some.  I may be thinking in my head what I need to buy for this recipe and how much phe will it have and I need to add to my grocery list and I need to look that up in the book and see how much phe is in that...


Now I am wondering what Allison will be like when she gets older.  Will she be as easy to please with the diet as Carson is?  He is partial to certain foods and I know what he will eat, but he is usually willing to try new things too.  He is pretty easy to plan for because he is routine-driven and pretty predictable, and he doesn't ever try to eat off anyone's plate.  But will she?  Will Allison be like Maggie and only want what is on my plate?  Will I have to put her food on my plate just so she will eat it?  Will she cry for something someone else has?  Will I have to make more of a variety of foods that match regular foods for her?  Or will Carson have an influence on her?  Will she be easy-going or dramatic?  While it seems stressful to wonder and worry, it is fun to think about too.  I look forward to trying new recipes and make it an adventure!

The best thing to do for my children right now is to have a positive attitude.  Not just myself, but everyone around us.  Carson and Allison are rare and pretty special, if I must say so.  I want them to always know that and to have a positive attitude about their diet.  We try to keep it low and not make a big fuss about it.  It is what it is.  They eat something different than we do.  Period.  We get our protein from high protein foods, they get it from their special milk.  I want to teach them all about it, how to make and measure and calculate and order all these foods for themselves, so when they grow up they will have all the knowledge they need to stay on their diet.  I want to motivate them and help them to remember how important it is to stay on their diet.  That is why I want to always stay positive, even saying they "don't" eat that instead of they "can't".  If I continue to do everything in my power, then I have done my job as a mother to equip them and just hope and pray they can handle it when the time comes for them to!

This year, I am thankful for so many things when it comes to PKU.  I am always thankful for the Newborn Screening diagnosing them early and for the nutritionists who are our lifeline at the clinic.  Even though it is devastating to find out that Allison has PKU too, I am thankful that I know how to handle it, and that Carson is not alone, nor is Allison.  They have each other for an inner support system now and hopefully for life.  I am so grateful for the wide and growing support system of other families who live with PKU, especially moms like myself.  I love to read and interact with others who understand and "get it".  We have a few facebook pages and websites where we can converse.  I am most thankful for the wonderful family and friends that I have who are so positive and supportive of us and the diet.  They help, they learn, they teach, they support, they ask questions, they make all the difference in the world.  I love them all!  We are so blessed!

Welcome to Our World

On Tuesday, June 17, 2014, our newest bundle of joy, Allison Lynne Rice, surprised us all by deciding to make her grand entrance into the world.  I dedicate the first section of this post to my labor story, so if you don't want to read about that, skip on down to the next section.

One of the best pictures of my pregnant belly,
on Mother's Day, about a month before
Allison was born.

Allison's Birthday

People will say to pregnant women all the time things like, "You don't look like you are going to make it another 3 weeks" or "You look like you are going to pop anytime", but I learned after having Maggie that it was just conversation, or wishful thinking.  Since Carson came 12 days early, I figured Maggie would too.  I was so miserable, swelling, tired, anxious, and so I decided to go ahead and take my maternity leave from work early.  Only Maggie had other plans.  Week after week, I went for checkups, dilated 3cm and having contractions, but never progressing.  At my final checkup, I made the difficult decision to be induced.  Maggie was due March 19, but we scheduled her to arrive March 16th, for many good reasons.  I found peace in my decision when God decided to let me go into labor that morning before we left for the hospital!  When I arrived, the nurse made the comment, "Looks like you started without us."  For that, I was thankful.

This time was a little different.  I did well, did not gain weight as quickly, and had a very similar pregnancy to that with Carson.  However, toward the end I got very miserable again.  No contractions, just swelling and tiredness.  I assumed we would schedule an induction like before.  Dr. Franklin was ready to oblige at my next checkup.  Allison was due June 29th, so we probably would have done it that week.  Everyone else in our lives wanted her to come on June 16th, so that all 3 of our children would have birthdates on the 16th.  Yes, it would have been cool.  But I was convinced she wasn't coming early, since I got burned with that last time.

June 16th passed and there were no contractions.  No signs of labor.  Nothing.  Since I had a checkup the next day, I wanted to go ahead and get the Pack n' Play ready to be used as a bed for the baby, just in case.  We spent that night cleaning it, putting it together, vacuuming, cleaning baseboards, etc.  June 17th was set to be an ordinary, run-of-the-mill day.  I had an appointment with Dr. Franklin in Cullman at 10:00.   I was so convinced this birth would be planned that I had not even finished packing bags for the kids, including food for Carson, but had most things in our hospital bag packed.  At 5:30am, the alarm went off for Marty to get up and ready for work.  I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.  But I couldn't.  I was hurting, cramping, even.  Were these contractions?  I had not really had any contractions with this pregnancy like I did with Mags.  I grabbed my cell phone and starting timing these cramps.  I told Marty I was hurting and didn't feel well, and that I was timing them to see if they were contractions. 

It was now 6am and he was ready to leave for work.  I begged him, to the point of tears, not to leave me.  I was scared I would need to go to the hospital.  He works in Decatur and would be so far away from Birmingham!  I wanted him to go with me to my checkup.  These were contractions, but slightly irregular, and in a different area of the body than I remembered previously.  I was strangely unsure how long it would be if this was indeed labor.  You think you would know the third time around!  I tried getting up and moving around.  I decided to take a bath and start getting things ready just in case.  Marty chose to stay with me.  I was in so much pain in the bath I couldn't even shave my legs (horror!!!)!  Nothing relieved the pain.  The contractions got more regular and much stronger.  Realizing this was probably "it", we called my mom to come watch the kids.  I ran around the house like a crazy woman, throwing things into suitcases, stopping every 6 to 7 minutes to bend over and brace myself for the painful contractions.  This was happening fast!!!  At 8:00am I called the hospital, and they told me to make my way down and they would be expecting me.  I still wanted to check with Dr. Franklin first, so when I finally got hold of her office, she wanted me to come by.  Cullman is totally out of my way to Birmingham, but I was still in some denial and thought that this could be false labor.  Once we made it to Cullman, I was so miserable, and yet I still had to wait!  I finally told a nurse, "Were you not told I was here due to labor contractions?!" When I eventually made it back and Dr. Franklin checked me, I was dilated 3cm (up from 1cm), and she told us to head on down to the hospital.  It was bittersweet because I knew she would not be delivering this baby. 

Once we made it to the hospital, I was in so much pain I could barely even sign my name, so Marty had to finish signing us in.  Our delivery nurse, Diane, was awesome, such a hoot and very caring.  We were so blessed to have her.  She said Dr. Franklin had called down there about me and told them I was "a live one".  I probably got in that bed and got everything hooked up and started around 11:20am.  Sometime around the 1:00 hour, Diane decided she was going to grab her pb&j for a quick lunch while we waited.  I already had my epidural and I was just hanging out (still extremely uncomfortable).  Then suddenly it happened.  That gush of fluid I have always heard about.  My water broke on its own!  Never happened in any other pregnancy.  And since it was not planned, it went everywhere.  Gross.  I looked over at Marty, and possibly yelled, "My water just broke!  Go get somebody!!!"  So the expectant dad did his duty and opened the door, since we were right in front of the nurses' station, and told someone at the desk.  They went to interrupt poor Diane's 5 minute lunch.

When Diane entered the room and we began discussing the breaking of water, she looked down and said, "Umm...are these your flip flops?  I think they got caught in the crossfire."  Smiling, she picked them up and said, "I think we'll just put them over here."  And we all had a big laugh.  Yuck.

My favorite delivery picture EVER,
because I took it myself!

At 2:14pm, Allison made her very quick entrance into our world.  I had to push longer than with Maggie, but it still happened very quickly.  As Marty started to cut the cord, I realized there was no one left to take a picture, since my mom was keeping Maggie this time around, so I said, "Oh, just hand me the camera, I'll take it!"  The doctor and all the nurses started laughing about how I was trying to be "Supermom" because I am laying on this bed with a freshly delivered baby and I am taking my own pictures.  What else did I have to do?  It was not a big deal.  More laughs ensued.

Allison Lynne weighed 7 pounds and 7 ounces and was 20 inches long.  She weighed exactly one pound less than Maggie at birth, and half a pound more than Carson.  She was beautiful and a picture of health.  Everyone was all smiles.

The Call

The only thing that could dampen the cheerfulness of having a new baby was the looming question:  Did she or didn't she?  Have PKU, that is.  The odds are in favor of not having it, 75%, to be exact.  But 25% possible she could be like big brother.

The way babies are typically diagnosed with PKU is through the newborn screening program, when all baby's have their heel stuck the day after they are born, and which yields results after about a week.  Including the retest, it was 10 days with Carson.  Since we already know we carry that gene, we make a stop over at Children's Hospital after we are released from our maternity/post partum stay.  That way, we can get the results the next day or two, just a few days after birth.  It is helpful to know as soon as possible in case the treatment diet needs to be started.

With Maggie, Alicia from our clinic made the call, giving me the happy news that she was PKU-free.
This time, Alicia made the call again.  I was sitting on the couch, home alone with baby Allison.  Marty and Allen had taken my two big kids to Dodge City for haircuts.  Of all times, I had to be alone!  It was indeed "The Call"; Allison's blood phe was over 7, so she did indeed have PKU.

I tried not to cry, but of course ended up sobbing.  It wasn't like Alicia had never seen or heard me cry before.  But I still get embarrassed.  I debated whether I should wait until Marty got home or call him right away.  The decision I made was based on Allison's need for immediate treatment; the sooner, the better.  I needed Marty to go to UAB and pick up the special protein and non-protein formulas for Allison to start that day.  It was very difficult to handle.



That afternoon, after Marty had returned from UAB,
we stood out on the front porch talking, and this
appeared in the sky.  God was reminding me of His promises,
assuring me that everything was going to be just fine.

How to Deal

No matter how many times you say, "At least you know what to do", it doesn't make it better.  No one ever wants to hear there is something, anything at all, wrong with their child.  Allison and Carson are both beautiful and very healthy children, but if they want to stay that way and be at their best, they are sentenced to a lifetime of a very strict diet, and all that comes with it.  It might be a difficult road ahead for them, as they grow up and try to become independent and take care of the diet themselves, and battle peer pressure.  I hope to raise them both to be strong and disciplined and not feel like it is a burden.  Turn your burdens into blessings.  Be a blessing to someone else.

One thing is for sure:  I am so glad they have each other.  I am so thankful that Carson is not alone in the family anymore.  I am grateful he has a friend in Noah, who will be someone his own age and gender he can relate to.  But I am also glad that he and Allison can share a special bond at home.  They might even take care of each other when they get older, which would be a huge relief for me.  I sure hope it plays out that way.

I am also blessed to have a friend in Jackee, who I can talk to about raising two children with PKU, an older boy and a younger girl as well!  And I am especially thankful for Noah's mom, Julie, who has become such a dear friend and supporter whom I could not live without.  God could not have orchestrated these happenings any more perfectly than He did.  We are surrounded by friends and family, loved ones who care and show empathy and compassion, who are willing to help out as well as be an encouragement.  I have never been so happy.  I have a blessed life.

Allison, welcome to our world.  Our crazy circus, our wild ride, our PKU Life, our VERY BLESSED, HAPPY LIFE.  Praise God!

A Day in the Life with PKU: Blood Draws

A vital part of managing the PKU diet treatment is testing the blood to find out phenylalanine levels.  According to our clinic at UAB, the acceptable normal range for blood phe is between 2 and 6 (don't ask me to get technical, let's just look at the numbers! lol).  The first blood draw, through the Newborn Screening Program, done in the hospital after Carson was born, the level was 5.8.  For a newborn, that raises a red flag.  I believe it should have been closer to 1 (I think Maggie's was either 1 or lower when she was born, and she does not have PKU).  We got the call from our pediatrician about that level about a week after Carson was born.  The very next day, we were told to take him to Children's Hospital for more blood work.  The doctor even said it might have just been a fluke because it was so rare.  When the results came back from Children's, we were told to go to the genetics clinic at UAB.  Carson's blood phe level was 29!  He was indeed diagnosed with classic PKU at 10 days old.

From that day forward, we began this journey of diet plans and phe calculations and blood work.  I was still working full time when Carson was a baby, so I decided to take him to the doctor's office for the first months of his life and let them draw his blood for me.  It was free and they did all the work!  I am so glad I let them prick his heel every week; thankful I did not have to do it.  Whenever he was around 1 year old, really before, because he was so big and his heels got so thick, they said it was time to stick his finger.  After our genetics clinic visit, I got a prescription for lancets and got brave enough to start pricking Carson's finger at home.  He does great and I have no problem with him!  Unfortunately, I am not the world' greatest nurse, and sometimes I don't hit the right spot for good blood flow and have to stick him a few times.  That part is not fun.  But Carson is such a big boy and doesn't put up a fuss!

The process is different from that of a diabetic testing their sugar.  At this time we only have to do a finger stick every 2 weeks.  Unfortunately, an at-home test for phe levels for PKU has not yet been perfected, so we have to put the blood on a lab slip, the same lab slip used in the hospital for newborns (our clinic provides these to us), and then we mail it to the State Department of Health.  They process the blood and notify UAB genetics clinic with the results.  The dietician from the clinic in turn calls me to report the numbers.  Carson's last level was 4.9, I think, which is considered in normal range, but I feel his behavior is better when it is lower.  I just mailed another sample last week, but since today is a State holiday (yes, it is Jefferson Davis's Birthday) I probably will not hear the results until tomorrow, I hope.  If his level comes back over 6, then the nutritionist instructs us to do what is called a washout, where we feed Carson as little phe as we can for a day or two, then go back to normal diet for a few days and send another blood sample to see if it came down.  I can usually tell if Carson's blood phe level is high, because it makes him sleepier and crankier.  His behavior seems to be better when his phe is in the lower range.  Usually the only times it has been high was when he was younger and teething, or now especially when he is sick.  Fighting off infections or viruses causes a change in metabolism, which in turn affects the way his body processes and rids itself of phe.


This is Carson's blood drawing kit.  I keep cotton, Band-Aids, lancets,
and the lab slips all in one place to make it quick and easy.  I did not
get a picture of the actual act because I did this one while he was asleep!
If you notice the lab slip above, the blood has to drop in these
little circles on the special lab paper and then dry for several hours.
Then we mail it in the envelope provided.
Carson calls it "painting circles".  I am trying to teach him now that
we have to send it to the doctor to "count his phes".

We are so fortunate right now that Carson does so well with his diet.  He does sometimes ask for other foods and get curious, but he handles it very well.  I try to offer him a low protein alternative for everything.  If he asks for ice cream, for instance, I remind him he doesn't even like ice cream!  I have tried many different kinds of low protein ice cream, and he just won't eat them.  It is not the taste; I believe it is the cold he does not like due to his sensory perception issues (related to his autism).  I hope as he continues to grow he will learn all he needs to know about his diet and that he will handle it with strength and grace.  With his love for controlling situations and having routines, I think he is a great candidate for continuing a successful diet for life.