tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72913565340791402772024-03-08T10:15:08.446-08:00Sweet Baby KThis is a place to keep our family and friends updated on our sweet girl's progress. Thank you for caring about Lydia!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375953347815246047noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291356534079140277.post-39195230540053349502016-01-19T00:57:00.001-08:002016-01-19T00:57:11.339-08:00Another Seat At The Dinner TableIs there ever a "good" time to add another child??? The most common answer I get from parents of small children is, "NO". I've always wanted a big family. Four children was my minimum and I really thought I could go for six... or more. At least this is what I wanted when I thought that God understood my plan for my life and I would be getting married in my early twenties and procreating soon after. Well that wasn't exactly how my life played out and I hopped on the motherhood train almost a decade later than I had anticipated. While pregnant with Lydia I was already thinking about how quickly we needed to have another child if I was going to pop out one more kid before having the title "advanced maternal age" unceremoniously slapped on my forehead.<br />
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Then came Lydia... this feisty, strong-willed, joyful, ever-energetic little being that makes me so so happy to be a mom - and yet makes me question my ability to be a decent one several times a day. Add to that all her medical issues that require constant vigilance. How could I plan a good time to have another child and make sure I wasn't going to have an infant at the same time Lydia was requiring surgery or some other more acute care. The truth is - I couldn't. I started to wonder if we'd ever be able to add a second child - forget number three and four. And yet... I couldn't stop thinking about what our family would look like down the road and I just didn't think we were complete.<br />
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This summer, due to the wonders of Facebook, I saw that a family friend from California was in town for a few days for her daughter's basketball tournament. By some miracle we worked out a time to meet for a quick lunch. Somehow amidst my precious angel whipping a pizza off the table and getting cheese all over my skirt and then entertaining the other diners on the patio by crawling onto the only empty table and doing a victory dance, I managed to actually hear and remember something this dear woman said to me. She told me how she had her second child while her first child was undergoing treatment for a brain tumor. "We just had him on faith." she said. I pondered that line on the way home. I said it to myself over and over.<br />
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Another woman dear to my heart had once told me that when it comes to kids, you don't make decisions based on what your life looks like now (when your kids are little). Instead think about what you want your dinner table to look like down the road and then make your decision. I knew I didn't want just one kid sitting at the table with Joel and me. I wasn't exactly sure what to pray for or what kind of an answer I wanted. I just couldn't figure out a "good" time to have another child and at times I thought I was crazy to add one at all... But I stepped out in faith and somewhere deep in my heart I let God know that I wasn't sure when was a good time or how this would all work out - but I didn't want Lydia to be an only child.<br />
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Our son will be joining us some time in May. We are grateful and relieved to report that his little spine is intact and right where it should be. The doctors say everything is looking great so far. We would love it if you would add this little guy to your prayer list just the same. Prayers for his continued health and development and an uneventful delivery would be great! The fact that Lydia requires special care daily makes it really difficult to plan for our boy's arrival - and is causing me no shortage of anxiety. BUT I know that this little guy is God's answer to my heart's cry. He will be faithful to help us work out the details whenever our son makes his appearance. I just wish God would let me in on what that plan is... :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375953347815246047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291356534079140277.post-72939640260203154202016-01-01T20:40:00.000-08:002016-01-01T20:40:23.621-08:00New Year 2016!<div style="text-align: center;">
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This was us on new year's day two years ago. I was finally getting to hold my baby for the first time. It was AMAZING - and terrifying all at the same time.There was so much uncertainty about the days ahead. The more I tried to read to educate myself, the more the unsettling questions bouncing around my mind increased. Would she be able to... how would we handle... I felt completely unprepared for all that this precious bundle was bringing my way...</div>
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NOW we have a beautiful, crazy, funny, inquisitive, sweet, and very strong-willed two year old. We are so so grateful for how far we have come in our journey these past two years. We haven't always liked the answers to the questions we asked two years ago. But God gives us grace for every step forward - even if we don't see it right away. </div>
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Lydia experiences a full range of emotions every day - and causes her mama to do the same. One minute she is showering me with hugs and kisses because she gets to have raspberries for breakfast, and the next minute she is face down on the floor wailing because I put them on the plate wrong. There is NEVER a dull moment when Lydia is in the room. She makes us laugh a lot - and she seems quite proud of herself for doing so. We are currently working very had on learning to obey. There is a little song we have been working on about obedience that starts out, "O-B-E-Y, obey your mom and dad." Last week she climbed on top of a speaker next to the TV ( a definite no-no) and proceeded to shake her booty while loudly singing, "O-B-E-Y, mom and dad!" What's a mom to do? It was hard work to hold in my laughter while I put her on time out! She can run quite fast and climb onto just about anything. So basically nothing in the house is safe unless it's locked or on top of the fridge. I have to remind myself almost daily, as I am chasing her around and cleaning up messes, just how incredibly thankful I am that her little legs work! Her strong will and sass is beautifully balanced with a sweet side. Lately she has been rubbing my back and telling me, "good girl, mommy." She is quick to say thank you for just about everything. My greatest joy these past two weeks has been watching her enthusiasm for praying. She even lined up her toys and prayed with them! She really is a lot of fun. We love her so so much and can't wait to see what the coming year brings in her little life!</div>
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P.S. For those who are inclined to pray for Lydia... She has another UTI. We've had 3 blissful months of being infection free, so it's frustrating to have this creep up again. We spent the first part of her birthday taking her to a clinic to get tested and a good part of this morning trying to get an antibiotic prescription filled. Lydia hasn't been feeling great and having lots of trouble sleeping. Hopefully things will start to turn around now that she is on meds. We are so thankful to live in a place where we have access to the care our girl needs!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375953347815246047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291356534079140277.post-83494003485099448922015-09-14T22:39:00.000-07:002015-09-14T22:39:05.151-07:00Dark Skies and Rainbows We have the incredible blessing of using a friend's cabin from time to time. A few weeks ago I was itching to get away and decided to venture off to said cabin with Lydia in tow for a four day mother-daughter adventure before Joel would join us for a few more days. I could not wait to get to the water's edge and just relax. Apparently, I forgot that I was bringing Lydia on this mother-daughter adventure. "Lydia" and "relax" have never been found in the same sentence to date. For starters she is a delightfully, strong-willed child. I say "delightfully" because I truly am delighted when I think of what a fantastic adult she'll make. Someday. If I survive raising her to be one. :) Lydia is also incredibly social and loves to have pretty much constant interaction. Playing by herself is something she only feels the need to do about twice a week for no more than 10 minutes. All my hopes of her entertaining herself at the water's edge while I sat next to her and read a book were pretty much trashed within a few minutes of our arrival. We did have a great time splashing, throwing rocks off the dock, touching every tree on the property, and dutifully clearing the deck of each and every spider web we encountered. I din't know she had such a severe dislike of spider webs until she grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the deck railing as she pointed and said, "Uh oh" repeatedly. I asked if she would like me to get rid of the web. Her eyes lit up, she clasped her hands, and excitedly replied, "Ohhhh. OK!"And so played out the next 30 minutes of the day. And I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it! She really is so so fun to play with.<br />
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Lurking behind all our fun and "relaxation" was that ever present spina bifida. We just can't seem to catch a break from it this summer! Within 24 hours of getting to the cabin I thought she had a UTI and debated about finding an urgent care or driving home. Then the pooping started. I'm not exaggerating when I say that for 2 days my poor baby barely had 60 seconds at a time with no poop in her diaper. I would change her, walk to the door of the bedroom and there would be a significant amount in there again. Lydia was less than thrilled with all the diaper changes. She conveyed her feelings to me with lots of kicks to my face during diaper changes and cath sessions and then added in some hair pulling for good measure. She was frustrated. I was frustrated. She cried. I cried. It was exhausting. Then Joel showed up and life got better as it usually does when he is around! After some lovely days together, we were happily packing up to go home when Lydia started having wet diapers. In Lydia's world, wet diapers=UTI. I drove home thinking about who to call first in the morning and which clinic to drop her urine sample off at this time. Sigh.<br />
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Thanks to my amazing husband I was driving home in a kid free car. It was almost weird to be able to have a complete thought. Weird and wonderful that is. I threw in one of my old mix CDs from the one and only Sara. Belted out "Defying Gravity" from <i>Wicked</i> - a few times. And then, after singing a few more songs I might not admit too, I finally gave in to what I knew I really needed to do with my time - I started to pray. I had been reading in the book of Psalms the day before and had read a verse about "pouring your heart out to God". I knew I needed to do just that. It's hard to start when so much of what will come pouring out is so ugly and so painful. I often feel like people don't know what to do with the heartache I let spill out at times. So I become ashamed of it and try to hide it. But nothing is hidden from God so you might as well spill. I cried out about a dear friend with cancer, a sweet friend whose marriage is ending, and about relationships in my life that are painful and broken and confusing to me. I cried about how much I miss my sister and need her by my side to raise my special child (twice a year visits aren't cutting it). I cried about how lost we feel in Lydia's health issues; there seems to be no solid plan for her in sight. I cried because seeing my baby in pain several times this summer hurt in places I didn't know existed. I cried because my never ending exhaustion seems to keep me from being the person I want to be and keeps me from loving all the broken and hurting people around me like I should. The sky was getting darker and darker as I approached the cities. The almost black hue surrounding me seemed to fit my state of mind perfectly at the moment. And then IT happened... The vibrant colors of a rainbow stretched across the blackness in front of me. I could see almost the entire arch and the beauty of it made my heart soar. I'm sure lots of people enjoyed the rainbow that night, but I swear God put it there just for me. He sent me all those beautiful colors as a reminder that He sees every tear that falls and that I'm not alone in this fight. The darker the skies we face, the more beautiful the rainbows we get to see. God is so good.<br />
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I wish I could say that all has gone well since that drive home. But that just isn't real life is it? Our life seems to be ruled by poop. There has not been a day this summer that Lydia pooping or not pooping has not stressed us out. We started summer with a severe bout of constipation that made her poor stomach so distended all the veins were fully visible and she began puking every time she tried to eat. Broke. My. Heart. Well we learned that severe constipation causes Lydia to get a UTI. When we finally reversed the problem and dealt with a non-stop flow for a day or two - she also got a UTI. Her primary MD, whom we love, exclaimed "Oh my gosh! We just can't win!!!" And that is how we feel when it comes to keeping this girl healthy - we just can't win. As I'm writing this we have yet another culture pending in the lab, that I know will show a UTI. I have lost count of how many times we've been at the doctor's office this summer. The amount of time I've spent on the phone with different clinics this past month qualifies as a part time job. Everyone's consensus is that if we could fix her poop problem, the UTIs would probably go away. Yet, we can't find a consistently effective way to clean her out without extremely undesirable side effects.The last two stimulants we've tried have made her lie on the floor and moan and rub her blanket on her face. I just can't do that to her daily. I read a facebook page almost daily where other SB moms, whose lives are ruled by poop, talk about what works for them. There is a surgery they can do at age 5 to promote social continence that we feel very hopeful about. But we are a long way from 5, and days of 14 diapers before midnight are going to make life difficult for her long before then. Our current GI doctor doesn't seem to keen on some of the things I've read about doing until then. Our primary MD disagrees and suggested taking her to a specialized SB clinic. She sent a referral to one, but they don't have any openings until mid January AND they don't have a GI doctor. Sooo... we just don't know what to do at the moment and we would love your prayers for wisdom. In May, we got nothing but good news from her bladder test and spine MRI. The doctors said we wouldn't need to do them for another year. Now, because of Lydia's continued health problems they want to redo both tests this month. Please be praying for her bladder test on September 15th (tomorrow) and her spine MRI on September 30th. We would love some answers and for some light to be shed on a better plan for Lydia.<br />
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All the confusion about what to do have made the skies really dark these last few weeks. But the rainbows have been there too. On a day when I was really discouraged and felt like I was failing my daughter a sweet friend sent me the most encouraging text full of words my heart needed to hear. There are the precious friends who tell me not to worry about bringing anything to our lunch play date when they know we are coming straight from a MD appointment. Joel and I aren't very flexible with our times for date nights since we have to plan around Lydia's cath times. But yet another sweet friend took a late shift at the Korkki Casa and let us go to late night happy hour (where we had a very detailed discussion about Lydia's pooping status. I was desperately hoping that the cute couple next to us, obviously on a first date, couldn't hear us.) And then there is the person who has loved our child and us in ways we can never repay. There are many more I could list - this is just in the last month! If we didn't go through dark times, we would never be able to experience the rainbows found in the depths of God's grace and love played out by people around us. Thank you to all who have painted those rainbows around us. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In one of my "bargaining" moments I told God something like this, "Couldn't you have given me something else to deal with? The long term stuff is not something I excel at! I would rather have had Lydia be born with something else - where we had to stay in the NICU longer and didn't know what her outcome would be. But we would pray really hard and talk about our faith in You. Lydia would be healed completely and we'd give You all the glory." Translation - I get what I want (Lydia is healed from all physical disabilities) and I cease to have something in my life that continually reminds me of my need for God. I could be self-sufficient and to the world it could look like I had won. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As I've been reflecting on the Christmas story of the birth of Jesus, I've been thinking a lot about Mary. I am in NO WAY comparing my situation to hers. For starters, I can assure you Lydia was not the result of a virgin birth. :) But I do wonder if Mary didn't have some similar feelings to me. It says in Luke 1:38 that after Mary heard about God's plan for her to become pregnant though a virgin, and bring the Savior into the world, he response was, " I am the Lord's servant. May everything you have said about me come true." Wow! If you understand the gravity of the situation she was about to find herself in, due to the culture and belief system of that time, then you know that her response is astounding. That is a response I would love to have. But after some hard days, I wonder if Mary ever wished this was not her path. I wonder if she ever felt like telling God she could have done much better in a different situation. Were there any other parts of His plan available? Maybe she could be considered for something else? I wonder if she felt lonely. I'm sure as she stood waiting for her turn to draw water from the well it didn't matter that she was surrounded by women. There probably weren't many women in her village she felt she could discuss her special pregnancy with. There wasn't any other woman who had been in Mary's position and could empathize or understand all that was going on in her heart. Mary didn't know exactly what her child's future would look like, but I think she knew there were parts that were going to be painful for her. She probably also had to learn to live in the moment with her child lest any anxiety about the future steal the joy of the present. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And what about Lydia??? She continues to be a bright and happy little girl. To look at her you would never know anything is wrong. Several people have commented that it is almost as if she didn't have spina bifida. Well I can tell you I'm reminded that she does indeed have spina bifida several times a day. We had a brief window where cathing was going really well. And then Lydia decided she doesn't have much patience for the whole routine. Since she is not at an age where she can be reasoned with or told to hold still, it makes for some interesting situations. A tiny tube that is supposed to make its way into a tiny hole on a very wiggly baby trying to roll over and crawl away from me - oh and you are supposed to keep that tube sterile. I'll let you imagine how that is going. I have definitely been doused with pee on more than one occasion. The good news is that we ended the summer free of urinary tract infections and she hasn't had one since. </span><span style="font-size: large;">In January we will have a test done to evaluate her bladder pressure and have another ultrasound of her kidneys. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In addition to her bladder issues we now have poop issues. The last part of her GI tract does not have great - or any - muscle tone. This means that unless her stool is very soft her body can't get it to the exit point. When Lydia can't poop for several days her poor little tummy looks very distended. We are doing things to combat this. The problem is that all of a sudden her system cleans out and we are changing her diaper 4 times in a hour - or worse she is standing in the tub with watery poop running out of her. Not fun for any involved. We are seeing a gastrointestinal MD and praying we can find a way to get Lydia to a happy medium between these two scenarios. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There is one other thing we found out this fall that is a prayer point as well. Lydia had a MRI of her brain and spine done in October. The fabulous news is that brain looks normal. The not so fabulous news is that there is a sac of fluid at the base of her spinal cord. The doctor thinks it is slow growing, but it will have to be taken care of at some point. The doctor is hoping to wait until Lydia is older so he can take care of the fluid sac at the same time he takes care of her tethered spinal cord. We will do another MRI in April to see if this sac is growing. Please pray that this fluid sac does not grow. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hello friends! I know it's been a while since there's been an update. Mostly it's because we've been doing well... and playing! In the last 2 months we've been fortunate to spend some time with my family in California and visit some dear friends in Florida. Both coasts before 4 months old - not bad for a future world traveler. She must have some of her grandpa's travel genes because she's already an expert. There were very few tears over the hours and hours of travel - much to the relief of all those seated in our vicinity. After all the unknowns surrounding her birth, surgery, and managing multiple MD appointments for the first 2 months of her life we have just really enjoyed the last 2 months. We haven't had to worry about anything and its felt like we have a "normal" baby. Miss Lydia started sleeping through the night, started smiling at people - especially if they tell her she's pretty, and she'll talk to anyone she thinks is listening - usually the baby in the mirror. There is no shortage of compliments for this beautiful girl when we are out and about! Life just started to feel carefree again and I almost forgot about spina bifida...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well our vacation from reality ended last week. We went to the urologist last week and they did a test to measure the pressure in Lydia's bladder. Unfortunately her bladder pressure is high and her bladder is almost never relaxed as it should be. This makes the kidneys unable to drain into the bladder properly and if left untreated can cause kidney damage. Her bladder also holds very high volumes which may cause urine to back flow into the kidneys and cause damage. On top of this, her bladder doesn't empty completely making her prone to infections from urinary retention. Not good! Since the test results were not favorable the urologist wanted to go over our treatment options right away which meant she ended up squeezing us in between surgical procedures. She proceeded to give me the bad news and then rattle off our treatment options in less than 2 minutes and then wanted to know if I felt strongly for or against any of those options. Hmm. What do I feel strongly about??? I'm against having to do anything to my baby that is going to make her uncomfortable. I'm against my child having irreversible kidney damage before she's a year old - or ever. I'm for telling you to go jump in a lake for seeming so nonchalant about me having to pick one of these options. Since I couldn't say any of that without sounding like a crazy person I was standing there trying to process all that she told me while bouncing my fussy baby, keeping her pacifier in, and praying I make the right decision for my child. I'm so thankful I have the medical knowledge that I do from being a RN, but it still isn't easy - especially when it's taking all your resolve not to end up in a puddle on the floor. For now we are going to treat Lydia with oxybutin - a medicine that will help relax her bladder. While this medicine is doing its job of relaxing her bladder to protect her kidneys it may relax her bladder so much that she never urinates without using a catheter to drain her bladder. So we also started her on a cathing routine. I did not leave that appointment in the highest of spirits. I know that life always looks brighter when you are thankful, so on our drive home I told Lydia all the things I was thankful for; from the sun shining to the fact that we have medicine to give her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As we started our new routine in that week before Mother's Day, I embarked on a roller coaster of emotions familiar to most moms. Guilt, worry, fear, anger, frustration - all enveloped in one big heartbroken mess. It was all I could do not to bawl as Joel held her legs and I cathed her for the first time. She did great and I'm thankful I know how to do this. That doesn't make it any easier to accept the fact that this isn't just something we have to do for a week or a month. This is her life now... for years to come. Its hard not to let your mind run ahead and worry about how all this could affect in her future. Then to make matters worse, Lydia got a urinary tract infection. Talk about a tidal wave of guilt. I was absolutely miserable over being responsible for adding to my sweet baby's discomfort. This then led to an extremely frustrating day of trying to obtain antibiotics for her from very unhelpful people. It seriously took a full 12 hours from the time I started making phone calls until I had antibiotics in my hand. Suffice it to say none of us were having a great week. Then add in the side effects from her new medication: urinary retention, constipation, overheating, and severe dry mouth. All of these have me wondering if we are doing the right treatment for her, but I'm afraid of what will happen to her kidneys if we don't use this medication. My heartache over my beautiful baby made my chest physically hurt.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">By the time dawn was breaking on my first Mother's day I was a mess! I was up with Lydia at 3:30 am as she was distressed over her dry mouth. She loves to suck her thumb, but that doesn't work so well with a dry mouth. Watching her frantically going back and forth between her two thumbs and howling when she couldn't soothe herself just made me so sad. After 3 hours of continually wetting her mouth with a syringe and trying to get her to suck on a wet wash cloth she finally fell asleep on my chest. Then in the midst of my sadness I was just really angry. Angry that Lydia had to deal with this. Angry that I had to cath her in an hour. Angry that she had this blasted spina bifida. I felt like my soul was limping along as we walked into church a few hours later. I also felt like I was a pressure cooker of emotions and could explode at any moment. Soooo I snapped at my husband. Then as I tried to get out the words to say I was mad at him for this and that I fought back all the hot tears threatening to pour out. I knew that I wasn't really mad at him. I was mad at spina bifida for the way it was affecting all of our lives... and mad at myself for not handling it better. It became apparent that I was not going to make it into the service. I asked Joel for the keys but he held onto my hand and suggested we go on a walk together. He must have read my mind - which at that moment was making plans to get in the car and drive somewhere where all this did not exist. Joel was a wise man and held onto me! And now we are "Those Parents"... The ones who left our child in the nursery while we went for a walk and then sneaked back in before the end of the service. Sorry Pastor Kerry, it was a "desperate times" kind of moment.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I have been climbing out of the pit that has been this last week, there are two thoughts that have been comforting. First of all my daily devotional (Jesus Calling by Sarah Young - it's a good one people) was derived from John 16:33, which states, "I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." God wants me to remember that He has the final chapter written. This world and whatever hardships we experience in it won't last forever. That is so good to know! Secondly, there is a Chris Tomlin song with the chorus, "I know who goes before me, I know who stands behind. The God of angel armies is always by my side." Now how can I possibly walk in despair with that nugget of truth to rest upon? The God of the universe - who has every angel at His command - still takes the time to surround me, Joel, and our Lydia - and walk with us through whatever the day holds.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375953347815246047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291356534079140277.post-11617279514784646822014-02-06T19:39:00.001-08:002014-02-06T19:39:56.828-08:00Urologist AppointmentI can tell that people were praying for our appointment with the urologist yesterday. Lydia has had a cold and was fussy all day. Yet she was PERFECT for the whole appointment- happy and charming the nurses and techs. Lydia had another ultrasound of her bladder and kidneys. Her first scan when we were still in the hospital showed that her kidneys were small and her bladder was very large. Her ultrasound yesterday showed that her kidneys have caught up and are now an appropriate size. We are thrilled with this news. Thank you for praying. God is at work and He is good! <div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375953347815246047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291356534079140277.post-55310118066604028282014-02-03T20:25:00.002-08:002014-02-03T20:25:57.353-08:00Lydia's Progress<div>
My mom is telling me that I need to write something because lots of people are asking about Lydia! I never cease to be amazed, and incredibly humbled, at how many people care about out sweet girl. Lydia LOVES to be held, so finding time to write is tricky. Also, I seem to be having trouble putting coherent thoughts together so don't expect too much from this update! No deep thoughts today!<br />
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Last week we went to see the neurosurgeon to have a head ultrasound. The neurosurgeon showed me all three of the head ultrasounds that Lydia has had. The ventricles in her brain (where they are watching for extra fluid to accumulate) have increased in size a little bit. However the MD feels that it's only a slight increase and probably just her body trying to adjust to a new way of dealing with her cerebral spinal fluid or CSF. Due to her spinal defect her body leaked spinal fluid out the hole in her back prior to surgery. Surgery, although necessary, disrupted her body's way of dealing with the CSF which is why they are concerned her head may swell. The neurosurgeon was happy enough with how things were looking that we don't have to have another head ultrasound until the end of March. He was also very impressed with Lydia's movement in her extremities and her response to sensation in her feet. We were freed from our 60 minute time limit in the car seat and she doesn't have to sit on the foam donut anymore. The MD said her surgical scar is looking great and we are no longer doing dressings which is a huge relief. God is so good and we are so thankful for a good report.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375953347815246047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291356534079140277.post-33251867092862441732014-01-11T21:19:00.000-08:002014-01-11T21:19:19.177-08:00Home!I've been a little slow in sharing that we are HOME! Lydia was discharged from the NICU this last Monday (January 6th). Since we do not have a team taking care of Lydia any more and clean blankets are no longer a call button away, finding the time to post any thing has been difficult! Joel and I are both in that new parent mode... exhausted all the time!<br />
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Monday was a LONG day. It wasn't clear in the morning if we would be discharged or not. Lydia had to have an ultrasound of her head, spine, and kidneys. She also had to have a scan of her bladder. Multiple doctors had to sign off on her and give their follow up recommendations. We had to make sure we had all the supplies to do her dressing changes at home. It just seemed to never end. By the time everything was in place Lydia and I were both exhausted and ready to just spend the night. But we pressed on and left the hospital around 7:30 pm on the coldest night the Twin Cities has seen in 18 years! (For those living in warmer regions - our high that day was negative 12!) I was so thankful that all the staff I had found most helpful during our stay were on duty that day to get us home.<br />
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Once we made it home, Joel and I stood there looking at our precious bundle sleeping in her Moses basket. Joel said, "I can't believe they let us take her home!" Pretty much what I was thinking at that moment as well. When you've been used to monitors telling how your baby is doing for the last week it is hard to transition to no indicators at all. I lay there in bed afraid to go to sleep - because if something were to go wrong there would be no alarm to alert me. We made it through the night though - and the subsequent ones as well. We are slowly but surely figuring things out. Life has changed completely, but we would never want to go back - even if you offered me a full night's sleep! We are completely indebted to my mom for feeding us, keeping the kitchen clean, doing all the laundry, and being my chauffeur while I'm still on percocet. (Yes, sleep deprived and on meds - Scary!)<br />
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Lydia is absolutely beautiful and I cannot stop staring at her. Except for the stitches and the incision on her back (which is healing well), everything seems perfect. I can almost forget about her diagnosis and challenges that still lay ahead of us. I usually want to forget about all that because it can be overwhelming. I only share these next things so that you can continue to pray for my sweet girl.<br />
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It was extremely difficult to hear some of Lydia's test results on Monday before we were discharged. The ultrasound of her spine showed a tethered spinal cord. This condition can cause some loss of muscle function to the legs, bowel, and bladder. Most likely this will require some sort of surgery in the future. She was also found to have a large bladder which the MD said is consistent with a neurogenic bladder. This basically means that due to some of the nerves that control the bladder not forming properly there is problems with the bladder storing urine or emptying urine. I knew all of these things were probably going to be issues before Lydia was born. But it didn't make it any easier to hear them confirmed. We continue to be thankful that her head ultrasounds are looking good. However, I'm her mom and my heart can't help wanting everything to be healed so she doesn't have any medical challenges to face.<br />
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As you pray for Lydia, please continue to ask for healing for her spine and bladder. Pray for me not to be discouraged as I care for her. Right now diaper changes often make me tear up as it is so difficult to keep her dressing on and her incision clean. Getting her in the car seat is tricky as she has to be on top of a foam circle to protect her incision and has a 60 minute limit for being in the car seat. Also pray I would have grace as I deal with all her medical follow up. We will continue to have follow up with a neurosurgeon, a urologist, and physical therapy. I've been on the phone making 4 different appointments for her already this week. Nothing has been communicated as it was listed out in out discharge instructions and I find myself arguing with schedulers about what the doctors said to me in the hospital versus what they are trying to schedule Lydia for. I'm thankful for my knowledge of the medical system and ability to understand what the doctors are saying. I don't know how other people do it!<br />
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All that being said, we continue to trust God to carry us through and give us the grace we need in the moments we need it.<br />
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Psalm 138:8 "The Lord will accomplish what concerns me; Your lovingkindness, O Lord, is everlasting."<br />
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Thank you for your prayers,<br />
Joel, Amy, and Lydia<br />
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To learn more about the challenges Lydia may be facing you can read the following pages. Lydia has a myelomeningocele.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Yesterday Lydia was able to have her last IV removed. She is now only hooked to a heart monitor and a probe that measures her oxygen level. I came down to do one of her feedings and found they had put a shirt on her... and got ridiculously excited about her wearing her first clothes. Lydia was keeping her temps up enough that she was able to ditch her NICU bed with a warmer on top and be put in a crib. Every step we take towards being "normal" puts a huge grin on my face.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">My surgeon for the C-section decided I could be discharged yesterday evening. Since I'm feeding Lydia every 3 hours I still can't go home. Joel and I were moved to a boarding room (kind of like a hotel room) down a different hall of the NICU. Since Lydia was in a crib and needing minimal monitoring she was able to be put in the room with us. She is still hooked up to monitors in this room and she still has a RN following her. But who cares? We finally had our fist family sleepover! Joel and I were so excited to have our girl with us. We figured life would be much easier when we weren't having to go to another floor to visit or feed her... or wonder how she was doing while trying to sleep. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Easier might not have been the right word... we spent our first sleepless night with Miss Lydia. Eating and sleeping were not on her agenda for our first night together. Her diaper changes are particularly challenging because of the dressing on her surgical site which often has to be changed at the same time as the diaper. Who knew a teeny tiny baby could make it so difficult for two adults to get changed. Despite the fact that neither of us could put together a coherent sentence by the time the sun rose, it was still a great night. Having Lydia in the same room as us finally made both of us feel like her parents and like we had some control in taking care of her. If that means sleepless nights... we'll take it!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The best part of the day was our update from the neurologist. He told us that her head has been looking good. There is no sign of fluid accumulation in her brain. He said we aren't completely out of the woods yet... but it is looking like she will be one of the 5% of kids with a myelomeningocele that does NOT require a shunt in her head. Praise the Lord! The surgeon said she is one of the lucky ones. I don't believe in luck, but I do believe in a God who listens to prayer and heals.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I know I keep saying this, but... THANK YOU! Thank you for your continued prayers for Lydia. We are grateful.</span><br />
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Well this was not how we anticipated spending New Year's Day... but Joel and I both agree it has been pretty sweet. We are both extremely tired... as you can see in our first family photo since the operating room. Lydia is exercising her lungs, which we were happy to hear. Amazing how two days with this little bundle has completely changed our definition of what a good day is!</div>
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Lydia had surgery on her spine yesterday afternoon. She came through surgery beautifully. It was horrible to watch her fight and pull at her breathing tube as she began waking up. So we were extremely grateful when she was stable enough to have it pulled at 1:00 this morning. I couldn't sleep until I knew it was out! Later that morning we got more good news as they decided I could hold Lydia and feed her. I hadn't been able to do either since she was born and it was killing me. I started crying as soon as the RN started to put her in my lap. Lydia ate like a champ. She kind of seemed to give me a look after that said, "What took you so long? These cheeks aren't going to stay plump all by themselves!" Sorry, Baby Girl... It wasn't fun for me to make you wait either! We are both glad those restrictions are over!</div>
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There have been lots of questions from Lydia's fans (I told her she has lots of them) as to how long we will be here. We don't know the exact answer to that yet. Her operative site on her back still needs to heal some more and and she'll need intravenous antibiotics until then to reduce the risk of infection to that site. For the next few days she can't be on her back at all as nothing can put even the slightest amount of pressure on her incision. They are continuing to measure her head every day to make sure she isn't accumulating fluid around her brain. This can sometime happen after the surgery she's had on her spine. Some of the nerves impacted by her spinal defect can affect her ability to urinate on her own. She's had some trouble with that so we aren't sure if its related to recovering from surgery or if this is because of the nerves affected. Then there is the matter of her eating. While she was a champ this morning, we've had only limited success since then. They said this could be due to her still recovering from surgery and being extra sleepy today. However, if she doesn't pick up the pace she may end up with a feeding tube down her nose. </div>
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5. That Joel and I would be able to rest well despite a hectic hospital schedule full of interruptions, so we can be our best for Lydia and get her home!</div>
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Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of your prayers and support. I am absolutely overwhelmed - in the best possible way - by all the people following Lydia's progress and showing their love and concern for her. I am blessed beyond words. Please know that I read and appreciate every fb message, blog comment, email and text. They help me through the day. I wish I could respond to every single one and let you know how thankful I am. I am unable to do that now with all that I have going on. Just want you all to know I don't take any of you for granted. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375953347815246047noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291356534079140277.post-9881545115875555652013-12-30T22:03:00.000-08:002013-12-30T22:03:57.299-08:00Welcome Lydia Jean! (a little earlier than expected)Proverbs 19:21 says "Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand." Joel thought that was a fitting verse for today!<br />
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So much for that January 15 birthday we were planning on... Lydia Jean Korkki arrived the morning of December 30th at 9:39 weighing in at 6 pounds 8 ounces, and 19 inches long.<br />
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When my water broke at 4 am I have to say I wasn't exactly thrilled. I had just been telling Joel the night before how much we still had to do. I couldn't wait to get through my next few days of work and have 10 days off before our baby's arrival to get everything ready. For those who don't know...we were trying to finish up a renovation of our main bathroom before baby. Joel was going to spend New Year's Day tiling the bathroom! I had looked over the days we had left and had a plan for how to accomplish what was left, booked my hair appointment, and went to bed feeling at least somewhat in control. </div>
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Then came that lovely 4 am wake up call and I was not at all in control! There may have been some yelling (NO NO NO). Definitely some tears. Then some major denial. Joel kept asking when I was going to call the birth center while I was putting away laundry, emptying the dish drain,and.....straightened my hair. If I just kept busy and ignored this maybe it wasn't happening. All that leaking fluid could be something else, right? </div>
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I already felt like I had to give up so much when we found out about her diagnosis in August. I didn't want to give up my new plan for how she started life. If she came today, my parents wouldn't be here, she wouldn't have the doctors and surgeons that we had met with previously, and she wouldn't have a January birthday with her cousins which I was really excited about. Couldn't just one thing go according to my plan?</div>
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I finally had to remind myself that God wasn't surprised by this. Just like I knew he wasn't surprised by her diagnosis of spina bifida in August. That is why I have to trust Him. I didn't get there right away- there were quite a few tears first- I am human after all....and this morning I was a pregnant human....having contractions I thought I was going to skip! But God knew that my plans weren't going to work out. He had already worked out who would be around to care, comfort, and encourage all 3 of us. </div>
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We are so thankful for all the messages, texts, and prayers sent our way. We know all 3 of us are very loved. We ask for your continued prayers as Lydia is scheduled for surgery to correct her spinal defect, tomorrow, December 31, at approximately 11 am. </div>
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Love Joel, Amy, and Lydia</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375953347815246047noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291356534079140277.post-58551381920985575382013-12-10T22:05:00.003-08:002013-12-10T22:05:51.391-08:00And her birthday shall be...Yesterday the hospital scheduled my C-section for January 15th at noon. So mark your calendars because unless my little darling doesn't cooperate and decides to start the party early, my firstborn's birthday will be January 15th!<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">It seems really weird to know when my daughter's birthday will be. I had always looked forward to the anticipation of wondering when my baby would show up and the growing excitement of finally being able to know if a son or daughter was being added to our family. But all my plans... along with all my hopes, dreams, and expectations for how my first child would arrive kind of went out the window after that 20 week ultrasound. You see, I have wanted to be a mom for FOREVER. Pretty much as soon as I was big enough to tote a baby around on my hip I've been anxiously wondering when that baby on my hip would be mine. I've spent a lot of time contemplating how I wanted things to go when I had my own munchkins. Then in a matter of about 60 seconds my MD managed to disassemble every last part of my plan for my child's birth. Now, I know that children are experts at disrupting plans and this is what I've signed up for from here on out. At that moment though, everything seemed really unfair. I have 9 other pregnant women in my life that are all due in December and January. None of their plans had been so drastically altered. Why me??? How come I have to be the one to be told my baby has a spinal cord defect and will need surgery shortly after birth? </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Well initially I responded with a lot of tears. I spent the next two nights bawling my eyes out as I kept thinking of things that were not going to happen. Like how my baby wouldn't be handed to me as soon as she was born so I could just stare at her. Pictures that wouldn't be taken of the people coming to hold her on her first day of life. The first moment when everyone else in the room can leave and it would be just the 3 of us for the first time... Then I started in on all the unknowns of my baby's future and cried even harder. 24 hours earlier I would not have considered the statement, "I'm fairly confident your child will walk." an encouragement and now I was clinging to it with everything I had. I definitely could not go on like this. I didn't think I'd make it to her delivery a sane person.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">This year I've been reading a daily devotional book entitled, <i>Jesus Calling,</i> by Sarah Young. One of the days she had written about thankfulness. The very first line was, "Thankfulness takes the sting out of adversity." I sat and thought about that concept for a long time. Over the years I've memorized Bible verses about being thankful - there are a lot of them! 1 Thessalonians 5:18 says, "<b>Give thanks</b> in all circumstances; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus." Excuse me??? Thankful was about the last thing in the world I felt like being when we got the news about our baby having a problem. I've always been quick to give thanks in the good times, but I can't say I've been great at doing it when things weren't how I wanted them to be. God would understand, right? Surely He doesn't expect me to have a grateful heart when life is crummy and hard. </span><br />
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I've been working on trying out this concept when I start to feel anxious about my daughter. Instead of focusing on all that isn't as I want it to be, I'm trying to dwell on all that I have to be thankful for in the midst of this circumstance. I am so thankful that I live in a country where medical technology is available to me. Because of this we were able to find out about our daughter's spina bifida before she arrived and be proactive about a treatment plan. I'm thankful for the doctors we have met along this journey - for their expertise and compassion as they prepare us for what is ahead. I'm thankful for amazing co-workers who constantly ask how my baby girl is and genuinely care about her progress. I'm thankful for my friends and family who immediately jumped in to support Joel and me. Cards, emails, and phone calls to say they were thinking of us and praying for us have truly made me grateful. Let me tell you - going through something difficult lets you see how much you are really loved. Definitely something to be thankful for! My husband is also the source of many things to be thankful for- that could be it's own post! Most of all I am thankful to have a relationship with a God who is always with me and loves me regardless of my attitude at the moment. I have definitely felt Him walking through this with me.<br />
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As I take the time to ponder all that is GOOD in this circumstance - I become less anxious and have more hope. I'm gaining a greater understanding for why God wants us to be thankful in all circumstances. He isn't being cruel. He wants what's best for us. This life is going to be full of things that don't go as we envision and cause our hearts to hurt. If we don't have a way to deal with that... well, life is going to be long and miserable. However meeting difficult circumstances head on with thankfulness changes our perspective. God knows that when we are thankful no matter what, we are on the road to having joy no matter what. God also knows this isn't intuitive to us, it is a learned behavior that takes practice! Hence why there are so many verses reminding us to be thankful!<br />
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I definitely don't have this thankful thing down completely. I'm sure this journey will give me more opportunities to keep working on it!<br />
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Thank you all for being on the journey with us.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06375953347815246047noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291356534079140277.post-46700651415590364152013-12-01T21:54:00.000-08:002013-12-02T11:28:32.702-08:00Six Weeks To Go<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We are about six weeks away from meeting our little girl! While I am excited for her arrival date, her fast approaching arrival also causes some anxiety. For those who don't know yet, we found out at our 20 week ultrasound that our baby has spina bifida. Spina bifida is a congenital disorder where some of the vertebrae overlying the spinal cord are not fully formed so they remain un-fused and open. The spinal cord can actually protrude out of the back and is surrounded by a fluid filled sac. The opening in the back is usually closed surgically by a pediatric neurosurgeon within 24-48 hours of birth. Soooo... as we get closer to meeting our daughter, we are also getting closer to sending our newborn off to surgery right after we meet her. Needless to say this wasn't exactly my dream for how to kick off my adventure in motherhood. In the days following the diagnosis, as I tried not to sink into the mire of "why me", I kept thinking about this verse.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Many years ago my parents were fighting the "why" questions as I had been diagnosed with leukemia. They could only see what was right in front of them- their little girl was sick and could possibly die. Instead of letting the "what ifs" of my uncertain future crush them, they entrusted me to God and waited to see how He would work in all of this.<br /><br /> Obviously I'm still here! There were some tough years, but God healed me and allowed me to make it to this day were I'm about to be a mother. Being sick was just part of living in this broken world, but God took that and wove it into the fabric of my life to make the person I am today. Now Joel and I are the parents that have to refuse to let all the "what ifs" of our daughter's future overwhelm us. We have to entrust her little life to God and believe that He can take what seems so terrible now and use it in her life - and ours - in ways beyond what we could imagine from where we stand now.<br /><br /> We are encouraged that the spinal defect is as far down the spine as possible, which will hopefully mean a better outcome. She will have to be delivered by C-section at the University of Minnesota Amplatz Children's Hospital. We don't have the exact date yet, but we'll post it when we do.<br /><br /> As you think of it, please be praying for our little girl. We have been praying for a miracle for her spine. Pray for Joel and I too as we learn to trust God with our baby. <br /><br /> Thank you so much!<br /><br /> Amy</span></div>
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