Pancreas

This week had been overwhelming. Today has been overwhelming.  I have been taking Little Bear the chiropractor since last week.  I have heard really great things about babies with severe GERD and chiropractors, so I decided it was time to try it out.  I have seen a chiropractor for many years for severe migraines, and actually saw this same chiropractor when I was pregnant with Little  Bear to help with my pain from labor, and bed rest.  We'll see what happens.

He also had his follow up appointment with his GI last week. Apparently he also has severe food intolerance, yes, you read that right, food.  All food.  She also said his pancreas isn't working properly, and isn't producing either enough, or any enzymes to digest and process his food, and most importantly protein.  So, she put him on an eighth medicine. Yep, 8. So now he is on a live enzyme  made from bovine pancreas.  Gross I know.  I shudder every time I open the capsule, and put it in his applesauce. Oh, get this, the Children's Hospital Pharmacy (the only place in the state that can get most of his meds), will overnight me his medicine if they don't have it in the pharmacy.  So, Saturday, FedEx came and dropped it off.  The driver told me that it was the only package sent out that day, and said it cost $150 to deliver it 45 miles to my house.  Isn't that madness?!?!?!? I hope the insurance covers that sucker ;)

His formula ingredients changed and now have soy in them.  No wonder he is still having so many issues right? So I took him off his formula and put him on coconut milk.  He's been on it for 3 days now.  Not sure if it's making a difference or not.  It's been a hard, hard week.  His eczema has been terrible, and yesterday he got into some cereal with soy in it, and had a really bad reaction. 

My next goal is to learn how to make my own coconut milk.  It's supposed to be much more cost effective, and better for you than the processed stuff.  If it works out well, I'll post how it turned out :)

My little Munchie Moo has been having a hard time lately.  She can't leave my side, and has been very whiney, and throwing temper tantrums.  I have been trying to spend more one on one time with her and let her know how special she is to me.  She is currently sleeping on my legs, on the couch while I type.  I love her.  I just wish I didn't feel like I was failing her, failing everyone.  I hope she knows how much I love her. I hope she knows how much I need her, and how special she is to me.  The GI told her that she is the reason I am still sane.  She was so proud of herself for being such a big girl.  I love her.  

Introductions

Why hello out there :) Thanks for stopping by.  One of my guilty pleasures is the "Real Housewives of..." franchise.  It's embarrassing and ridiculous, but I love it!  Real housewife's do not have lives like that.  I am a real housewife.  This is my story.

 I thought it would be best to make some introductions to start with.

Let me tell you about my family first.  In all honesty, I have the cutest kids you will ever meet.  Seriously, I do.  You can't make this stuff up.  I am seriously told at least twice a day how cute my offspring is.

My oldest is nearly 3.  We call her Cricket, or Sissy, or Sass, or Sassy Pants, or Buggy, or Bug, or about 7 billion other nicknames.  She'll basically answer to anything. She is a feisty, spitfire little thing, with personality +.  She is my heart, and hope for good in this world.  She is my bestest little friend, and we often end up in fits of giggles.  I have never seen a child so young be full of passion.  Everything she does she does with her whole heart and all the passion she can muster.  Sometimes this infuriates me, sometimes it makes my heart swell, it NEVER ceases to amaze me.  She is my helper girl, my sassy pants, my heart.  She is what reminds me of God's grace and mercy, and his all knowing plan.

My baby just turned 1.  We call him Little Bear, Bo-Bo, Brother,  Little Man, Stinky, and lots more, I have a problem, an addiction really to nicknames.  He is my little miracle baby (more on that later).  He is my fighter boy, my whole world.  I am so deeply in love with him, it's not even funny.  He is my baby, my miracle born of countless tears and prayers.  He my mischievous, all boy, little man.  He constantly keeps me on my toes, is always into something, and is the one I lose the most sleep over.  He is a heartbreaker (Yes, my friends, already), and his sweet half smile (just like his daddy's) and giggle can extinguish my frustration over a torn up book, or long sleepless night in a millisecond.

Let's take a second to talk about the love of my life.  The Hubs, Papa Bear, Babe, Love, my heart.  Seriously, what is it about men that they age so well?! Sometimes I look at him and fall in love all over again.  He is one hardworking man and such a great daddy.  My kids love him to pieces.  They cannot get enough of him.  It's really no wonder why.  He is very quiet and reserved.  He is the smartest person I know, and he makes me laugh harder than anyone I have ever met.  He and I have been through hell and back, our 7 years together have been quite the journey, but we have made it through, in moments where many would have given up, and I love him more for it.

It's hard to know what to say about me.  To explain why I am who I am.  I feel like I have been through the fires of hell in the past 7 years.  I have experienced some pretty extreme adventures the past while.  It all started with some really severe endometriosis, PCOS,  infertility, 4 miscarriages, and cancer.  This is my real life, and I love who I share it with.