Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Treading in the Ocean


We took little girl swimming a few weeks ago. She was crazy in the water. No fear. I sat with a friend and watched my three littles swim with their Papa. We sat and watched little crazy girl in the water. Rob had her in a floaty to keep her safe, but each time she had a seizure, her face would submerge in the water. It didn't phase her. She would recover and go right back to pure joy mode.
 
 

Then she decided she didn't want to be in the floaty. Papa had his back turned and out she slipped. The only bad part to her plan is that she has no clue how to swim. So little girl sunk to the bottom of the pool. Arms reaching up. Mama screaming on the side for Papa to grab her. Grab her.

You would have thought she would have wanted to get out of the water after that. I mean she swallowed a bucketful of water in her state of drowning. It didn't phase her. She was back in the floaty as fast as she could get back inside of it and happily swimming around the pool.

The water's been deep for us around here. We aren't quite drowning but are treading water in the deep end of the ocean.
 
Navigating a Keto diet and feeding the rest of the family is a whole new world. We are finding our way but it has been a definite challenge. An on-line friend kindly made us some easy to wear clothing that lets people know not to feed our little bear.
 

We write homeschool curriculum. We both work full time for our business. Three littles, three special needs, Annie shows, soccer for Aaron, surgery for John, teaching and grading papers for Julia all have taken their toll in the last months.
 
 
Our newest book just came out. We should be dancing and shouting for joy. It's hard to dance when you are treading water in the ocean. We have barely even advertised our newest book.
 
 

Three conventions in a row have me so bone weary I can't think straight right now.

This past weekend I took the little boys to the Virginia convention with me so I could have Mama time with them while I worked. Little girl stayed home with Papa. I get a telephone call. Little girl fell. She had a seizure on some playground equipment at the park and fell through an opening next to the slide. The babysitter cushioned part of the fall with her own body, but Mary landed on her shoulder. I dropped everything, threw the little boys in the car and raced home.

Friday night in the hospital is not a good place to land. That Friday night happened to be one of the worst places to land. Mary's spot in the emergency room was a bed in the hall right smack in the middle of everything. Beds were filled all up and down the halls. I climbed in bed with her and poor Rob stood next to us trying to stay out of the way. After a few hours someone was kind enough to bring him a chair. While she watched Frozen on my phone, we watched the chaos of the emergency room around us. Security guards and police coming and going. Stretchers going past us every minute or so. Nurses. Doctors. Residents. Cleaning staff. I started diagnosing people going by for fun. One poor man went hobbling by holding his gut. Definitely appendicitis. Score one for me when we heard the doctor telling him he needed to get them out.

Five hours later we left. Two small fractures and little girl's arm and shoulder wrapped and wrapped again to keep it safe and to give it a chance to heal.
 
 
How in the world do we keep little crazy girl still and quiet until it heals? How in the world do we keep her from having a seizure and hitting her shoulder every time?

Yesterday morning... back to the hospital. Little girl started seizing and wouldn't stop. I can't even describe the fear we experienced. Waiting for the ambulance while she seized again and again and again was agony beyond words.
 
 
Five hours later back home with heavy hearts as we realized anew that our little girl's epilepsy has no easy fix.
 
Treading in the deep hasn't been easy.
 
 
We really would like to get out of the ocean for a while. Conventions are almost over. One more trip to Texas next week and traveling will be done. Did I say our book is done? Rob wrote the lion's share of it so I can say with utter pride and pleasure that it is an amazing book. I had the privilege of teaching a classroom of children this year who read the rough draft of the book and they loved it. They came to class each week filled to overflowing with stories out of each chapter to tell me. What a chuckle. Mrs. Nalle... did you know....
 
Our older sons are amazing. They jump in during crises and carry the load. They travel to conventions and do all of our packing and shipping and help with the three littles. They go shopping and pick up prescriptions and mow and cook and whatever else we need.
 
My dad next door. He's priceless. He is here every single day helping us with our littles. I truly don't know what we would have done this year without him.
 
 
We are beyond grateful for the helping hands that the Lord has provided for us this year.
 
Yes, it's been a rough 2018.
 
But we are hopeful that over the crest of the next few waves... we will find solid ground and get to the shore.
 
Treading in the ocean can't last forever!
 
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Thursday, May 17, 2018

Little Girl


Rob and Aaron wanted to do "Annie" this spring so off to practices they went for several months. We debated about putting Mary in the show. She loves music. She loves dancing. It is her love language. We knew she would love to do it but how? How can you put a child who has out of control seizures on a stage??

We decided to compromise. No. She could not be an orphan. But she could maybe have a small small part on stage with the adults. We chose a tiny scene where some of the adults and boys come in and sing a small part of the NYC song. She could sing with them and someone could hold her and she would be safe. Eventually another small scene was added. At one of the practices, during the Hooverville song when the adults were doing their dance, she got up and walked over and sat down in the middle of the scene. She was so cute they decided to let her do that in the show. Sit quietly by the dog and keep it company. It sounded like a great idea. She went to the practices and sat and watched the adults singing and dancing and played her cute part well.

The first night of full rehearsals when the song started, it was her signal to go be cute next to the dog. Not Mary. Not this time. Instead of sitting cute next to the dog, Little Girl got right in the middle of the adults and proceeded to sing and dance alongside them. She turned when they turned. She did all the hand motions. She did all the moves. She sang at the top of her lungs her version of the song.  I laughed and laughed and laughed. She had been watching and knew every single part of that song. Yes. She had a seizure. It didn't phase her. She was in her glory. Everyone watching was cheering and laughing. Little Girl won the right to be on stage in "Annie."


She gets to sing. She gets to dance.

Her part in the show... she's listed as "Little Girl."

Yep. That's her name in the show. Little Girl. I laughed out loud when I saw it written in the program.




"Little Girl" does have adults who are spotting her. She isn't on stage without support. But she's singing. She's dancing. She's having a total blast. And what's really fun... she gets to be on stage with her Papa (reading the newspaper) and Aaron (brown coat front left). You can't see Little Girl in this picture as she is behind the crowd.
You Go Little Girl!!
You Go!!


If you are in the Charlottesville area this weekend... come see Little Girl and the rest of the cast in "Annie"

Friday, May 11, 2018

The Beast


Yesterday was a hard day.
 
Epilepsy is a quiet beast. It too often catches us unawares and rears its ugly head.
 
I was in the bathroom with little girl. She was standing next to me when the beast struck. Her head slammed into the sink. I grabbed her but it was too late. Blood came pouring out of both her nostrils. Cries of pain and terror. Cradled in my arms with a towel against her nose I yelled for Rob.
 
I hate the beast.
 
I hate it.
 
Over the last few days he's reared his ugly head. Slamming her head into the sink was the last straw.
 
Little girl is sporting her pink helmet again.


 
She took it in stride.
 
We wanted to cry.
 
Thankfully, we think we know why the beast is currently striking. Some of her most recent bloodwork had a few rather severe deficiencies. So we are adding more supplements to make up for the imbalances caused by the diet.
 
Unfortunately, the four times a day, 7 day a week nifty pill box that we fill up with all her pills is not big enough. Her new regiment of drugs now requires pills five times a day.
 
I hate the beast.
 
I have to remind myself that he's much quieter. Less fierce. We have pushed back against him and claimed much of what he had taken. We are impatient. We want him gone. But her kind of beasts do not disappear quickly. Some of them never leave entirely. We know this.
 
We know but choose to believe the best.
 
 
 
She is so worth the fight.
 
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To all of you who have given to the Ewer family - Thank you.
 
Yesterday they passed court.
 
Jonathan is an orphan no longer.
 
 

They can't take him home this trip.
 
They have the 30 day wait and then cross the ocean one more time.
 
They are still not funded and so if you have not donated you have time!!
 
They are doing a quilt giveaway.
 
It's an Amish quilt - "Picnic Basket" - from Lancaster County, PA
 
It's 91 in. x 100 in. Spring/Summer colors.
 
Just $3.00 gets you an entry.
$10.00 gets you 4 entries.
$20.00 - 10 entries.
$30.00 - 15 entries.
$40.00 - 25 entries.
$50.00 - 50 entries.
 
 
 
 
 
Donate and then e-mail your receipt to Dana - ewerbushkill1@msn.com so you can be entered to win!!
 
The family needs their FSP to reach $14,168.00 to be fully funded.
 

Saturday, May 5, 2018

Caged Boys. Caged Men.


His Reece's Rainbow name is Jonathan.
 

I saw him three years ago.  He was standing behind a fence reaching out his hand for me to touch.  Other boys were crowded along the fence reaching for me too.  The yard they were standing in reminded me of a cattle yard.
 
 
A cattle yard to contain men and boys. There is an overhang in the back with benches but other than that - nothing. Inside they stand or sit or walk or rock or wander. Penned in behind a fence to keep them contained. Safe. Yet imprisoned. I only saw him for a brief moment. Jonathan.
 
 
A beautiful boy with a beautiful smile.
 
He has a family.
 
They met him.
 
They want him.
 
They traveled a little over two weeks ago to have court. They practiced together the YES they would say to the judge. They were so ready.
 
The judge was sick.
 
 
 
Court was canceled.
 
Two more weeks.
 
They would have to wait two more weeks. Two weeks they couldn't wait out in country because they hadn't planned on two weeks away.
 
 
 
So they flew home. To wait. So they can cross the ocean again to stand and say YES.
 
They are short funds but not love for a little boy named Jonathan who spends his days pacing around a cattle yard with other boys who also pace the yard.
 
 
They are willing to cross the ocean again and again just to bring him home.
 
They are doing a quilt giveaway. So far only a few people have entered so the odds are HUGE!
 
It's an Amish quilt - "Picnic Basket" - from Lancaster County, PA
 
It's 91 in. x 100 in. Spring/Summer colors.
 
Just $3.00 gets you an entry.
$10.00 gets you 4 entries.
$20.00 - 10 entries.
$30.00 - 15 entries.
$40.00 - 25 entries.
$50.00 - 50 entries.
 
 
 
He's one boy among so many in that place. But he has a gift. He has a chance to come out from behind that fence.
 
Please, let's help this family. Every little bit helps. $3.00. $50.00. $100.00. Whatever you can give.
 
I've seen Jonathan's world.
 

 
It's sad. It is no place for a child to grow up. Caged boys. Caged men.
 
Break our hearts, Lord, for the things that break yours!
 
 
Donate and then e-mail your receipt to Dana - ewerbushkill1@msn.com so you can be entered to win!!
 
The family needs their FSP to reach $14,168.00 to be fully funded.
 
 

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Build Your Bundle!

Each year I take a moment on this blog to share about the Build Your Bundle Sale.
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Friday, April 27, 2018

Successful Surgery!

 
Woo Hoo...
 
While little boy was sleeping yesterday...
 
 
His leg and foot went from this position...
 
 
To this position...


 
Yes. That is a smile on his sleepy face!!
 
 
 
We are hanging out at the hospital hoping to go home today. It's pouring rain outside and we can hear the wind howling, but if we get the green light, we are not going to let sheets of rain and wind gusts hold us back!
 
Of course we have to be fever free and prove we can get out of bed and manage crutches! 
 
Go John, Go!!
 

 For who is God besides the Lord?
    And who is the Rock except our God?
It is God who arms me with strength
    and keeps my way secure.
 He makes my feet like the feet of a deer;
    he causes me to stand on the heights.
 
 

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Two Straight Legs

John and I are off on a new adventure today... we are traveling to Philly.
 
 
 
 
 
Tomorrow John has surgery. When he comes out, for the first time in his life, his right leg will be positioned correctly. Two straight legs.
 
We take straight legs for granted.
 
John doesn't.
 
He's had to live all his life with a turned leg, no hip sockets and unbending knees and feet.
 
It makes walking hard.
 
Tomorrow he will wake up to see both his feet pointing in the same direction.
 
He's excited and scared.
 
We are happy for him.
 
It will make walking a lot less awkward for him. It won't mean he will be entering in any marathons - walking will always be a struggle for him. But every single bit counts and having your feet heading in the same direction is a BIG deal!
 
So pray for John. Please.
 
 
Please feel free to leave comments, prayers, jokes and verses for John. I will make sure he sees them all!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 

Thursday, April 19, 2018

PLEASE DON'T FEED THE BEAR!

 
 
About an hour from us is a wonderful zoo! When you enter the zoo you have the option of buying a cupful of food that you can feed to the different animals. We love the up close and personal that feeding the animals gives you. It takes a lot of bravery to hold food out in your flattened hand for a giraffe to eat!
 
The food is specially designed and healthy for the animals to eat.
 
They love it so much that sometimes they bypass your hand and just go for the cup.
 
It's a fun, lively experience that we love doing with our children.
 
But don't feed the bears.
 
 
 
Nope. They are behind the glass enclosure and you can only look.
 
 
 
We have a bear in our house.
 
An adorable little bear who cannot be fed - no matter what she tells you.
 
 
I don't care if she walks up to you with her adorable little hand out and begs for the snack you are munching on...
 
Please, please, please... don't feed our bear.
 
We are deep in her diet and it has been unbelievably good.
 
Before we started the diet, little girl was having up to 150 head slamming seizures a day and 50 or more smaller seizures that we weren't even counting on our counter.
 
Four weeks into the diet and she is no longer slamming to the floor.
 
Did you read that??
 
That awful pink helmet with the face guard to protect her sweet little face is now sitting quietly on our dining room table. Her last head slamming seizure was the day we left the hospital but we were too shocked and nervous to even say anything.  I mean - seriously??? One day she is slamming to the floor in front of the nurses station scaring them all silly over and over again, and the next day she is running up and down the hospital hallway without falling one time.
 
It's been a crazy breath-holding bunch of weeks watching her and marveling at the change. As the seizures have eased, our little girl has been waking up mentally. Two months ago she couldn't focus for more than 30 seconds at a time. Now she is building puzzles, looking at books, coloring, playing happily with the boys and babbling up a storm.
 
She still is having seizures. We are not completely out of the woods. But her seizures are smaller and though no-less concerning, a lot less dangerous.
 
What made the difference?
 
Three factors.
 
About 8 weeks ago we started her on CBD oil.
 
About 7 weeks ago we started her on a modified Ketogenic diet and then 3 weeks later started the full Ketogenic at the hospital.
 
Ever since we have known about our little girl and her epilepsy we have been praying.
 
Prayer. Diet. CBD.
 
It's not important which one is working.
 
What matters is that our little girl/bear is coming out of a terrible time and we are committed to keeping her that way.
 
The diet is HARD.
 
We spend an average of 90 minutes a day prepping and stressing over her food.
 
Every single morsel that goes in her mouth has to be weighed. She has STRICT menus that we have to follow. We have a dietician who has to approve any changes or additions to her menus.
 
 
 
It's a ridiculously unhealthy diet.
 
I mean seriously... the amount of fat she is eating each day is absurd.
 
Would you like a bit of Keto bread with your butter???
 
 
Who spoons oil into their child's mouth as part of their dinner??
 
Who cuts a half a strawberry into tiny thin slivers to make it look like she is getting a lot of strawberries?
 
Who mixes nuts in a bowl and adds a tablespoon of butter chunks and calls it cereal?
 
Who mixes mayonnaise and ranch dressing together and serves the mixture as a side dish?
 
We call it the mayonnaise diet for good reason.
 
Thankfully, she LOVES the fats. She eats the butter chunks whole. She willingly drinks the oil. She loves her mayo-ranch side dish.
 
It's our saving grace!
 
But it's hard.
 
She loves the fats but she also wants what we are eating.
 
It is mentally hard on us as we try to find ways to keep her from grieving the foods she cannot have.
 
When the boys get their big bowl of fruit for dessert with a small squirt of sweet whipped cream on top... she gets a massive bowl of unsweetened heavy whipped cream with a two tiny slivers of strawberry on top.
 
When we have our thick, juicy, pizza, she gets 12 pieces of pepperoni with a tiny drop of pizza sauce and a tiny bit of shredded cheese.
 
For Easter she got her 95% cocoa bar which she can eat (in tiny portions) with heavy whipping cream and the boys got one chocolate bar each. The rest of their baskets had small toys, books and audios in them.
 
We try to match what she is eating with what we are eating.
 
We are mindful and careful and vigilant but that doesn't mean there aren't periods of tears and sorrow. Hamburgers and French fries meals are sad affairs when French fries aren't sitting on her plate.
 
She doesn't understand the diet.
 
But she feels a thousand times better.
 
So even though she can't put it into words - we are fairly certain that she understands enough to know that what we are doing is good for her.
 
She isn't going hungry.
 
For those worried about our bear and whether she is going to starve on this diet - never fear - she gets 5 meals a day. Three full meals and 2 snacks. The amount of calories she consumed before the diet are exactly the same as the amount of calories she gets now. She has not lost weight and even though she is eating an exorbitant amount of fat each day, she is not gaining weight.
 
To balance out the unhealthy parts of the diet... she gets to consume a bucketful of pills each day. Everything that the diet lacks is covered in that bucket.
 
We can't cheat on this diet.
 
Not one tiny cheat.
 
We can't let her have a single goldfish cracker. Or a bit of candy. Or a cookie.
 
Any of those foods and a thousand more could throw her out of ketosis. Right now her body is burning fat instead of carbs. This is GOOD. This is the purpose of the diet. They don't understand why burning fat helps with seizure control but it does. If she gets an uncalculated carb she could be thrown out of ketosis and have worse seizures than before. We have been warned. Over and over and over again. 
 
We are vigilant. Everyone in the family is well aware of what we are doing. We have rearranged our entire kitchen for this diet. Her food is separate from ours. We work hard not to leave food out on the counter that would tempt little girl. We are careful. But out in public - where people don't understand - it is going to be so much harder.
 
Food is a way to show love. It's something we often share naturally.
 
But not for her.
 
You can't feed her.
 
No matter how cute or desperate she seems.
 
If she is with you in school or drama or church or wherever... please, don't feed her.
 
Please, please - don't feed our bear.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, April 6, 2018

Little Girl Lost

 
Last Saturday we crossed the mountain to spend the afternoon with Elijah for our celebrate Rob and Elijah birthday weekend.
 
Little girl didn't know exactly where we were going and why, but she knew we were visiting her favorite Elijah and that was good enough for her. When she saw him walking across the parking lot towards us she took off running and threw herself into his arms.



Pure sweetness...
 
With three littles in tow... we decided to do some fun park hopping and check out some Harrisonburg playgrounds.
 
 
The first one had a great playground but an even cooler hill that was just right for climbing and rolling! 
 
 
The second park... it had a massive wooden castle with so many ins and outs and layers and tunnels and ramps and passageways that it was perfect for a great game of hide and seek.
 
Until we lost little girl.
 
Gone.
 
I was close to panic until Rob called out that he had found her.
 
Huge sigh of relief.
 
She was found.
 
I ran over to where she was and decided I would stay with her like glue. To get to her, I had to duck under a section but once I did I called out her name so I could cement myself to her side.
 
She giggled and ran away. fast. A red balloon bobbing merrily in her tight little fist.
 
She didn't own a red balloon.
 
I looked down at a little girl who was staring up at me with tears in her eyes.
 
Did my little girl just steal your balloon?
 
Yes, she whispered.
 
I looked back up and saw that my little red ballooned girl was gone. Vanished. I ran through the section she had just passed through, but she was nowhere to be found. I turned down passageways and cried out to Rob that I had lost her, again.
 
We looked.
 
We called.
 
In a matter of seconds she had disappeared.
 
I've never lost a child that fast.
 
All five of us started looking. We spread throughout the entire castle. Calling and looking.
 
She was gone.
 
We looked at each other in despair.
 
Where in the world could she have gone?
 
Our eyes began to scan beyond the castle into the rest of the park. It was huge. Where could she have gone?
 
Until a couple called out - did she have a red balloon?  Yes. Yes.
 
They pointed in the direction they had seen her running. Far in the distance was a pavilion.  Rob took off running. I gathered the little boys and with Elijah, we watched and waited.
 
Huge waves of relief swept over me when I saw Rob reach down and pick up our little runaway, still clutching that stolen balloon.
 
I wanted to hold her forever and wring her little neck.
 
We walked her back to the little girl and she unhappily handed over the stolen treasure.
 
Our castle time was over.
 
Little girl spent the rest of the day holding Mama's hand!
 
After a lovely dinner together we bid farewell to Elijah and headed for home.
 
 
At John's request, we stopped at the top of the mountain and checked out the view.
 
 
 
I'm glad we did.

 
I not only got some precious pictures of my three littles...
 
 
 
I  got this gem with their Papa.

 
Precious, precious!
 
 

Sunday, April 1, 2018

From Our House to Yours

Happy Easter...
 
 
He is Risen from the dead.... just as He said!
 
And that has made all the difference!

Monday, March 26, 2018

Transformation

Three months on hard, mind-altering drugs made for difficult relations in this family.
 
How can you even consider playing with someone who acts like a hostile drunk?
 
 
Four weeks off hard, mind-altering drugs makes for a much more pleasant little sister.

 
It means her brothers actually want to play with her.


It's only been in the last few days that they have realized that she's not going to bite their heads off and is rather a fun companion.

 
The sounds of laughter and seeing the three littles truly enjoying each other has been a pleasant gift these last few days.

 
We are loving the transformation.


 
Laughter is good medicine!
 
 
 

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