No, really, you have Asthma. You. Yes, you.... the reader of this post.
Because, according to what I was told at The Big, Giant Kids' Hospital around here that shall remain unnamed (but that you can probably guess), if you've ever had a respiratory infection, you have Asthma.
Isn't that neat, folks?
This answer wasn't forth-coming right away, of course. This was after lots of "Whys, What-Ifs, and Buts..." from yours truly. I'm probably a doctor's worst appointment of the day since I challenge them so much. But my line of questioning got the Doc to explain, the definition of Asthma has been changed. Apparently to include EVERYONE. Because if you've ever had a respiratory infection, you might have Asthma, so they just changed it to say you have Asthma, so they can treat you for Asthma, and then, in the case that you have REAL Asthma, well, you would already be treated for it.
Isn't that darn convenient for the medical world. Does anyone else see those giant dollar signs floating around in the air or is it just me? I must be hallucinating...
So let's back up a minute here.
I had scheduled an appt for Riley to see a new asthma doctor in September. I scheduled this in May, but if you have a truly sick kid and want to go to the Big, Giant Kids' Hospital Docs, you better hope your kid ain't that bad, 'cuz you're gonna wait for that appointment. This would be the 3rd Asthma Doc I would be taking her to. And I had a new approach.
I called them and lied. Said this was the first time she was being seen for Asthma. Said that she had some respiratory illness when she was 2, and that the ER doc had said she couldn't be tested for Asthma until she was 4, and now she was 4, which were all true.
I gave them the facts, that 3 times, one month apart each, in early winter of 2013 when she was 2 yrs old, she had been to the ER, and diagnosed with 3 different respiratory illnesses. She had been given the diagnosis of RAD (reactive airway disorder), which at the time I was ok with, it simply reflected that she had experienced a cluster of respiratory illnesses in a short period of time.
Then I lied. I did not disclose that she had been seen and tested for pulmonary function by 2 other doctors. I felt bad about lying. But I wanted a clean slate approach. I had learned from seeing Doc #2 that going in with records from Doc #1 means you're likely to get the same answer, just on her letterhead.
So after all that waiting for that appt, we went. Her additional history was that she had no major issues since early 2013. They tried telling me that if she had been around a lot of other little kids, she probably would've had more exposure, a chance to get sick. I told them she had attended a full year of 3 yr old preschool. "Oh" she said. "Well that sure would be full of germs." I also mentioned there were 2 more siblings who were not present. She agreed that a household of six can definitely host some germs.
They told me that the pulmonary function test could be done, but that the national database of comparison for the results starts at age 5, meaning any data would be skewed because of her age. (The previous two docs had both done the PFT, at age 2 and 3, and given me results that were less than desirable, which was probably due to the fact that they were comparing them to 5 yr olds.)
So we did the PFT. I crossed my fingers that Riley wouldn't blow my cover and say she had done this before. She didn't. And she was a rockstar with following the instructions, of course.
Her PFT showed 100% lung functioning. None of the "deficient lower lung function due to severe asthma" as one doc had said.
They also did the scratch test for environmental allergies, as they could be a trigger for asthma.
Nothing came up. Lucky her, to not have the animal danders and pollen allergies that I suffer from.
Great, I thought.
The Doc reviewed everything with me. No ER visits since early 2013. Lots of exposure from own household, community, preschool with no adverse illness resulting. No environmental allergy triggers. 100% lung function on the PFT.
In the clear, surely, right? My whole goal of coming (besides the fact that I had fired her last Doc for all the food allergy non-information she gave me about RJ) was to get the "Rule Out," the answer that nope, she doesn't have asthma. Thanks for coming. See you never again.
Of course, although I surely don't WANT my child to have asthma, if it turned out that a 3rd Doc said she did, and had the data and tests to prove it, I would accept it and manage it and account for it in everything we did, like the responsible Mom I am.
I was in good spirits, as everything seemed to be looking up.
The Doc left the room, came back and handed me a folder with the hospital's name on it, and inside were some print-outs.
"Managing Your Child's Asthma"
"Riley's Treatment Plan"
Two prescriptions - for a daily steroid inhaler and more albuterol.
With a smile on her face, she started to sweetly explain to me that even though her PFT was great, and we've had no problem for well over a year, Riley probably still has Asthma.
I think I was more confused than mad at this point. "I don't understand," I said. "How you can tell that she still has Asthma?"
"Well, we don't really know."
"So then why does she get the diagnosis of Asthma? Why do you want her on a steroid inhaler?"
Another sweet smile.
Trust me, that smile was not returned.
She has to think about her answer, and she says, "Due to the new definition that we talked about earlier, we can't be sure that Riley won't have another problem. It's better to use the medicine and prevent it in the meantime."
"So..." I say, "you want my kid on a steroid every day to prevent something that we don't know for sure she has? Isn't it more likely that in early 2013 she had a virus that caused the respiratory illness in her small, 2 yr old, still developing lungs, and that perhaps that virus didn't fully clear, and flared again the next month, and the next until she finally got it out of her system?"
Am I being an asshole? Maybe. I feel like one. But there is this incredulous feeling in me, I just cannot believe that a Doctor, who went to medical school, who swore under the Hippocratic Oath to HELP people and never to do harm, thinks this is the best option for my kid.)
"Well, it's a very light steroid. It really doesn't do much," she retorts. She's getting a little defensive now.
"If it really doesn't do much, than why bother at all?" I quip. "My husband and I are not the type to run our kids to the doctor for every scratch and sniffle, and we consider medicine to be a last-resort. We believe that allowing the body to manage and deal with most common germs is beneficial for us, in addition to eating right and avoiding processed foods in order to boost our immune systems, and actually, we're much healthier in general since we've adopted this attitude. We really don't want Riley on a steroid, or anything for that matter. And based on the results of her pulmonary function test and her history for the past year, it doesn't look like she has Asthma to me."
Doctors love being told how to their jobs, let me tell you. I watched that sweet smile drip right off her face.
"Well, I'll just give you the scrips instead of calling them in to your pharmacy, you can choose later if you want to fill them..." she says.
She leaves the room.
I can't help but wonder, does she really believe all this? Are all the Docs in this particular hospital care network like this? I want to yell at someone, so I decide we'd better get on out of there right quick. We check out at the desk and they ask me if I need another appointment. "NO!" I shout, probably a bit too loud. We head out, and don't look back.
In relating this to my primary care doc at Riley's 4 yr old well check a week later, I gave her my true opinion. We've had her for years, she's heard all my doctor stories, she knows how I feel about all this. Sometimes I apologize, after all, here I am doctor-bashing to my doctor. But I believe her response to me is genuine (probably why she's still our Doc, right?). And so I ask her, "Aren't doctors supposed to be curing people? And not handing out medicine like candy??"
"Yes!" she nods, emphatically. And I believe her. But while saying so, she has raised her hand, the hand with the manila folder, to cover her mouth, as if someone else in the office might hear. I don't think she realized she did it, but it was quite telling. The whole culture of doctoring is in trouble, my friends.
I've also been telling this Asthma Doctor story to my family and friends, and each time I find it just as incredible and sad. There was a whole waiting room full of parents and children, some tiny babies, too. How many of them are there but don't need to be? How many have been scared into thinking something terrible is wrong with their child? How many are simply trusting these doctors, while wondering why every kid they know sees a specialist now for one thing or another or sometimes a whole bunch? How many are playing into the "trend" of having sick kids, managing appointments and treatments and complaining on Facebook about how tough their life is? It's very similar to the "allergy epidemic" where doctors are over-diagnosing with false-positives on tests and assumptions of cause, and fueled by the ever-present threat of liability. Some of my thoughts and frustrations on the allergy "epidemic" can be found in a previous post here.
Should the blame be on some of these doctors? Are they really that ignorant of the body, the immune system, the effects of unnecessary medicine? Are they "forced" into this mindset by hospitals and offices and maybe even colleges that create their culture based on funding by pharmaceutical companies? In our area, new giant buildings are popping up in every corner, hospital care-networks, they call them. They advertise more than you could ever have imagined getting from a hospital 20 years ago. Private rooms, cable TV, a restaurant-esque fully-customized menu, technology and gadgets galore, etc, etc, etc. There are whole businesses making wild amounts of money off furnishing and stocking these new outfits popping up, not to mention the jobs to build, clean, run and staff them. But are this many people really that sick? Or is business just booming and no one at the top making billions wants to stop the gravy train?
I hate sounding like I'm anti-establishment, anti-doctor, anti-technology, anti-medicine. But I can't help feeling like things are more than a wee bit out of control in the medical world. Liability-based thinking has led us to a dark place where everyone is sick, no one can be cured, more meds and treatments and appointments are needed to keep everything funded, and a bunch of someones somewhere are getting awful rich off of all these "ill" people.
No matter what anyone else decides, I believe that I'm lucky to have been blessed with enough intelligence to analyze our data and make informed decisions about our family.
Oral antibiotics are considerably rare in this house. Instead, we increase our water intake (which is all we drink anyway), we make soup, we add black pepper and garlic in great amounts to our food. We allow fevers to do their jobs (but would seek help for a fever 104 or above), we rest and get fresh air. We eat probiotics and avoid processed foods, and we avoid all dairy for the duration of the illness. We gargle with salt water and flush out our boogies. We don't use over-the-counter meds to "alleviate" the symptoms that our body uses to tell us it is trying to fight a bad germ. We don't use sanitizer, ever. Except maybe after using port-o-johns....yuck! We're not in fear of coming in contact with a daily dose of germs from routine things around us. We do wash our hands, but not excessively. Our colds and flus are short, colds never travel down and become major coughs, and no one is worse for the wear. Perhaps it's luck, but I think it's a good chunk of education and personal health management.
We've gotten rid of some doctors:
Chase's GI issues are non-existent, after some major diet changes and some teaching from his parents. If the hospital had its way, we'd still be going to 3 month follow-ups, and he'd still be on medicine, doing the gut work for him instead of he and his body working together for resolution. Here's the link that mentions that briefly, it's the same post as Riley and her docs, which is linked below.
Riley doesn't have Asthma. If she did, we would see shortness of breath and symptoms with running, and other times when she is very active. If she did, we would have had some respiratory issue at least once, probably more, during the last year and a half where she had, dealt with, and rode out WITHOUT MEDS, at least 7 colds. But, as I just laid out in this post, the Doc at the Big Hospital wants us to put her on two daily inhalers, one that pumps a steroid into my little girl's developing lungs, just in case she has a problem that may or may not be real problematic Asthma. No thank you! If you're curious, here's my post on Riley and her doctors from before. Mind you, I was still pleased with the second doc at that point... until she saw my son for his supposed "food allergies." If I hadn't raised any questions, we'd be scheduled for 3-month follow-ups appts from now until forever, and Riley would be on two daily inhalers, possibly affecting her behavior, sleeping habits, daily energy levels, long-term lung-function and development. She'd be subject to X-Rays of her lungs periodically throughout her life to "check" for asthmatic symptoms. She'd "have Asthma," meaning I would feel obligated to list this on future forms, to tell all of her activities, sports, and bible camps and they would possibly make a liability-based decision and limit her participation based on this one word. The label would affect her whole life. When she isn't showing ANY signs of it.
RJ doesn't have any food allergies at the moment. If we'd stayed with the first allergist, our house would probably still be peanut and tree-nut free, having been frightened into believing the worst from the doctor who couldn't give us a solid answer. We'd also be keeping him away from cantaloupe and other melons and the fruit bar in general, frightened of the red-hivey reaction with welts that he got a few times, and in part due to his inability to communicate at his young age to tell us exactly what he was feeling. Here's the link again for the first of those posts. Our down-to-Earth, super-practical, old-skool 2nd Allergy Doctor helped us get an answer, quite easily, I might add, and so now we don't have to live in fear of food and cross-contamination, like so many other parents who could possibly be in the same situation as we were, where there is an assumption of an allergy based on inaccurate results. Please don't think for a moment that I'm down-playing the actual, rare life-threatening allergies that some do have, because I'm not. Even just feeling that we were there for that brief amount of time back in February was so terrible and scary and draining that I wouldn't wish it on anyone, and for all those true-allergy Moms out there (who need to wade through the mess and opinions left by the wolf-crying Bumper Sticker Moms) who need to make sure their child is safe every day, well, I give them loads and loads of credit.
Because I am challenging some of the educated and respected doctors of our society, I review all the info with myself often. Sometimes I doubt myself, and have to review and review again and again. If I'm wrong, I would be making poor choices for my family's health. But I don't think I've made any poor choices yet. I've made my own educated, researched, reviewed, and informed choices, even though I would never advocate for anyone else to "be their child's doctor." What's right for me may not be right for someone else.
I do encourage every parent or person to ASK questions, bring their OWN research, GET a second opinion, or a third, and DON'T settle for an answer if you don't think it's correct. Just because someone has successfully made it through medical school, doesn't mean they're able to make the best decision for YOUR child every time and you have every right to challenge their decision or go somewhere else.
Thanks for reading another super-long post by the Mom with 4 kids who don't have GI issues, Asthma, or food allergies. Anymore, that is...
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Monday, September 22, 2014
Congrats, You Have Asthma
Hi there! I'm a Mom to 5, figuring out homeschooling, attempting to garden, working with my husband on renovating our home and other projects, and trying to remember it all.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
A Texas Road Trip and Food Allergy Fun, Part 2
Fair Warning: This is continued from a previous topic, see Bumper Sticker Moms and Food Allergy Fun, Part 1 for the beginning.
So we did go and get that blood test on Peanuts, right before we left on our 10-day road trip to Texas for Aunt 'Ria's wedding. Figured it'd be nice to know, right? Also on it was the Celiac's panel, and just for shits and twiddles, a test for type of histamine over-reaction type thing.
I went crazy for a few days researching, preparing, separating and marking RJ's food. Here's pictures of my insanity:
We started out on a Sunday morning, 2 bottles of Benadryl and 2 Epi-Pens along for the ride.
RJ wouldn't eat. He barely drank anything. He throws every snack offer on the floor. Was he just pissed because he wasn't used to the foods that were gluten and nut free?
He fussed a bit, and we thought - wow, this is going to totally suck major ass if he cries like this for the whole trip.
But he didn't.
The DVD player that came with the car, that we didn't want but knew would be FANTASMIC on long road trips, was a lifesaver for the little guys. Big kids can totally do without movies on the road, even for hours (although you wouldn't think so based on all the moms who pop a movie in for EVERY car ride...). They can read, do crossword puzzle books, sing songs, listen to music, etc, etc, etc. But kids under 5 have a much tougher time, a lot in part to due with the fact that they are stuck in one position in their seat. So, yeah, animated Disney movies especially, are super great for keeping the car quiet and parents functional on long car trips.
We spent our first two nights in Sapphire, NC at a Wyndham Vacation Resort (finally using those racked up points!) that offered Gem Mining on site (see... science... who needs school?)
It had it's own ski hill and lift. We didn't ski. We didn't bring clothes for that. We were trying to get AWAY from the snow. We hit the indoor pool instead and Rog and I took turns relaxing in the hot tub.
Later that day, I accidentally ate one of those TastyKake peanut butter cakes that I just KNEW were going to be a problem (meaning I knew I couldn't NOT eat one), so when RJ got up to nurse in the middle of the night, I was ready for it. Low and behold, he turned red, got benadryl and still yakked all over the place. Throwing up directly after coming in contact with the offensive item. He throws up only his last intake when this happens, so other chunks, no previous stomach contents, and has no diarrhea. Just like before. Totally fits with the PB thing, right? Making sense for a PB allergy, except that he tested negative.
Day 3 we headed further south into Georgia. Not until we crossed the state line did we actually see grass. It took 11 whole hours south to get away from the snow. This was an exciting day as we were meeting Aunt Heidi and cousin Brayden at Legoland:
and then going back to Aunt Heather and Uncle Jim's house to stay over with another cousin, Jackson. Legoland was small, but fun for Lego-lovers. We built and raced cars, played in giant Legos, and big kids attended a workshop on how to make the SuperBrick. My stepsister Heather made an awesome dinner for everyone and Chase and Indigo went to have a sleepover at Brayden's house.
We woke up and prepared for a day at the Aquarium with Aunts Heidi and Connie, Tia (also known as Aunt Chelsea) and Brayden. Atlanta has a HUGE aquarium with lots of cool and even rare sea animals.
We watched the dolphin show which was a major hit with all of us. After hours of fun there, the Atlanta locals split off and us Northerners went to visit the Coca-Cola Factory, something I remember doing from my childhood. It was, of course, totally redone from 18 years ago, but very cool and interesting. The tasting room was everyone's favorite part, except Riley, who had no self-regulation, as seen below with a yucky-feeling belly.
Day 5 we woke up and learned that 3 of the people we had been in contact with the day prior were sick - some sort of stomach flu it seemed. We didn't know if they got it from us (although none of us were sick yet) or if we were in imminent danger of the yak-attack. We said good-bye and thank you and headed on our way - off to New Orleans, a place even I had never been to.
Somewhere in Alabama, Riley decides her belly doesn't feel well. We put a towel on her lap and keep going. 7 hours from Atlanta to New Orleans. Flat roads and sunshine.
Riley makes it to right about the state line from Alabama to Louisiana and throws up chunks (including the gummy sharks from the Aquarium gift shop - seriously, those things NEVER digest) all over the towel, her shoes, the car floor and a few board books. Pull over, clean up, get moving. She yells again shortly after and we squeeze into the Louisiana welcome center. She and I run, and she barfs in front of the welcome center door. It's bright green. I consider taking a picture for my sis-in-law who loves bright green, but I decide against it as we're out of time. She barfs a few more times on the way to the bathroom. We clean up, she says she feels better, and we even manage to snap a picture of all of us with a statue of the state of LA. Riley's smiling pretty good for just involuntarily giving up her $3.79 gummy sharks.
An hour from N'Orleans, Indigo is lying down... and turning shades of green.
Well guess what, folks? We'll be ordering in tonight. No sight-seeing in N'Orleans for this carload. The girls spend their evening yakking, sometimes at the same time. Thank goodness we are staying at another Wyndham resort in a two-bedroom, two bath unit. We order the works from the place recommended for authenticity by the front desk crew, since we won't spend any money seeing the town. Alligator sausage, Fried Catfish Po-Boy, rice and beans, jambalaya, etc.
The girls obviously don't eat, somehow I manage to enjoy my meal in between jumping up to hold little girls' hair over the can. New Orleans looks pretty cool from out the window... and it's 78 degrees.
Riley's belly is empty by bedtime.
I put together the Kid Bags to keep the kiddos busy at Aunt Ria's wedding, which is in two days. It was easier to pack the ingredients separately rather than the completed bags, that's why I did it a few days in.
I'm whooped. Hard to go to sleep wondering if the barfers are really done. Indy pukes for the last time at 2:20AM. She knows it, she says, "I think I'm actually done. There's nothing left."
5:20 AM Chase comes stumbling in my room holding his stomach and moaning.
Fan-friggin-tastic.
I give him dramamine... not sure if it will work, but worth a shot. He suffers the car ride to Texas (6 hours) feeling crappy, but never barfs.
Somewhere mid-drive, I got a call from the allergist. RJ's blood work is NEGATIVE for peanuts (WTF??) and the labs are NEGATIVE for gluten, bacteria, etc, etc - basically anything that could be making him have chronic diarrhea. So we've got nothing, except that sometimes he reacts. To food. And turns all red. And benadryl makes it better. So SOMETHING is going on. She mentions how confusing this all is. (Honestly, I don't appreciate the thinking-out-loud from my doctor. If you're confused, can you please keep that to yourself? I'd like to have a little confidence in your opinion.) All she can come up with is that he might still be allergic to peanuts, even though the testing shows otherwise. She changes my follow-up appt to a peanut challenge. The receptionist then hops on the phone to tell me that my appt will now take HOURS. Great. Because my last appt there with him went SO WELL.
We arrive in the Lonestar State at last. I text Pat, mother-of-the-bride, and say we're in town but we're not coming near anyone lest we spread the nasties around.
But we suck at timing, and we run into everyone (I mean, EVERYONE) at the hotel anyway as we check-in, and rudely run away from hugs and smooches.
Saturday morning, day of the wedding, guess who doesn't feel well... ME. I take dramamine, and feel like a major loop-head all day as we check out the Gulf of Mexico and see some things around town..... like oil factories. It helps tho with the barfy feeling, and thankfully wears off just as we're getting dressed up for the main event.
We go, the wedding is lovely. It's pleasant and simple, and beautiful, which is a perfect reflection of Maria. Jacob is a sweetheart too, they sing to each other during the ceremony and it's really cute. Somehow Roger keeps RJ mostly quiet. Head out to the reception. As I hand out the kid-bags (just bags full of crafts to keep kids busy at weddings) that Maria asked me to put together, the girls I talk to are saying, "Yes, M'am" and "No, M'am".... wow... yeah... I remember this from traveling in the deep south when I was a child. I mean, my kids are pretty well-behaved, but I gotta get me some of that!!
An hour into the reception, RJ, who's choosing not to eat again (and BTW he's now so skinny that I've made a doctor appt the day after we get back JUST so I can get him weighed on the same scale as before we left) throws green beans on the floor and sticks ONE small piece of pasta in his mouth.
After eating the pasta, Aunt 'Ria comes over to say hi. "Why is he red?," she says. Urrgh. I peer into the dark room to see, and yep, he's red. 30 seconds later he's screaming. Rog picks him up to try to console him, and he barfs liquid all down the front of both of them. It's dark enough that no ones else sees, and we run to the bathroom to clean up. We leave the big kids with family and ski-daddle the heck on out of there. We did get to eat cupcakes, cuz we did that first (awesome!) and dinner (beef, mashed potatoes, green beans... double awesome). AND - they had some craft beer there. Pretty much triple awesome on the food and drink.
We leave Sunday morning, heading out for our longest drive - 15.5 hours to Seviersville, TN, to another Wyndham. We really did pretty awesome with our points useage this year! Here's what quiet looks like:
We picked THIS Wyndham due to the awesome fact that it's connected to the Wilderness resort, which has it's own indoor WaterPark. Wyndham guests get a wristband and free admission.
So we did go and get that blood test on Peanuts, right before we left on our 10-day road trip to Texas for Aunt 'Ria's wedding. Figured it'd be nice to know, right? Also on it was the Celiac's panel, and just for shits and twiddles, a test for type of histamine over-reaction type thing.
I went crazy for a few days researching, preparing, separating and marking RJ's food. Here's pictures of my insanity:
The full spread of packed snacks for everyone else. Fruit mixed in with the carby-kid treats that we usually don't buy, like Cheetos, BBQ Chips and Peanut-Butter TastyKakes.
RJ's peanut and tree-nut and gluten-free food is in a separate large lunch tote, in baggies marked with big Sharpie X's. I feel like an idiot doing this, but if I'm gonna do it, better do it right. I shop that crazy aisle in the store and try to match up the "look" of the snacks with stuff his sibs are getting so he doesn't feel left out.
RJ wouldn't eat. He barely drank anything. He throws every snack offer on the floor. Was he just pissed because he wasn't used to the foods that were gluten and nut free?
He fussed a bit, and we thought - wow, this is going to totally suck major ass if he cries like this for the whole trip.
But he didn't.
The DVD player that came with the car, that we didn't want but knew would be FANTASMIC on long road trips, was a lifesaver for the little guys. Big kids can totally do without movies on the road, even for hours (although you wouldn't think so based on all the moms who pop a movie in for EVERY car ride...). They can read, do crossword puzzle books, sing songs, listen to music, etc, etc, etc. But kids under 5 have a much tougher time, a lot in part to due with the fact that they are stuck in one position in their seat. So, yeah, animated Disney movies especially, are super great for keeping the car quiet and parents functional on long car trips.
We spent our first two nights in Sapphire, NC at a Wyndham Vacation Resort (finally using those racked up points!) that offered Gem Mining on site (see... science... who needs school?)
It had it's own ski hill and lift. We didn't ski. We didn't bring clothes for that. We were trying to get AWAY from the snow. We hit the indoor pool instead and Rog and I took turns relaxing in the hot tub.
Later that day, I accidentally ate one of those TastyKake peanut butter cakes that I just KNEW were going to be a problem (meaning I knew I couldn't NOT eat one), so when RJ got up to nurse in the middle of the night, I was ready for it. Low and behold, he turned red, got benadryl and still yakked all over the place. Throwing up directly after coming in contact with the offensive item. He throws up only his last intake when this happens, so other chunks, no previous stomach contents, and has no diarrhea. Just like before. Totally fits with the PB thing, right? Making sense for a PB allergy, except that he tested negative.
Day 3 we headed further south into Georgia. Not until we crossed the state line did we actually see grass. It took 11 whole hours south to get away from the snow. This was an exciting day as we were meeting Aunt Heidi and cousin Brayden at Legoland:
and then going back to Aunt Heather and Uncle Jim's house to stay over with another cousin, Jackson. Legoland was small, but fun for Lego-lovers. We built and raced cars, played in giant Legos, and big kids attended a workshop on how to make the SuperBrick. My stepsister Heather made an awesome dinner for everyone and Chase and Indigo went to have a sleepover at Brayden's house.
We woke up and prepared for a day at the Aquarium with Aunts Heidi and Connie, Tia (also known as Aunt Chelsea) and Brayden. Atlanta has a HUGE aquarium with lots of cool and even rare sea animals.
We watched the dolphin show which was a major hit with all of us. After hours of fun there, the Atlanta locals split off and us Northerners went to visit the Coca-Cola Factory, something I remember doing from my childhood. It was, of course, totally redone from 18 years ago, but very cool and interesting. The tasting room was everyone's favorite part, except Riley, who had no self-regulation, as seen below with a yucky-feeling belly.
Day 5 we woke up and learned that 3 of the people we had been in contact with the day prior were sick - some sort of stomach flu it seemed. We didn't know if they got it from us (although none of us were sick yet) or if we were in imminent danger of the yak-attack. We said good-bye and thank you and headed on our way - off to New Orleans, a place even I had never been to.
Somewhere in Alabama, Riley decides her belly doesn't feel well. We put a towel on her lap and keep going. 7 hours from Atlanta to New Orleans. Flat roads and sunshine.
Riley makes it to right about the state line from Alabama to Louisiana and throws up chunks (including the gummy sharks from the Aquarium gift shop - seriously, those things NEVER digest) all over the towel, her shoes, the car floor and a few board books. Pull over, clean up, get moving. She yells again shortly after and we squeeze into the Louisiana welcome center. She and I run, and she barfs in front of the welcome center door. It's bright green. I consider taking a picture for my sis-in-law who loves bright green, but I decide against it as we're out of time. She barfs a few more times on the way to the bathroom. We clean up, she says she feels better, and we even manage to snap a picture of all of us with a statue of the state of LA. Riley's smiling pretty good for just involuntarily giving up her $3.79 gummy sharks.
An hour from N'Orleans, Indigo is lying down... and turning shades of green.
Well guess what, folks? We'll be ordering in tonight. No sight-seeing in N'Orleans for this carload. The girls spend their evening yakking, sometimes at the same time. Thank goodness we are staying at another Wyndham resort in a two-bedroom, two bath unit. We order the works from the place recommended for authenticity by the front desk crew, since we won't spend any money seeing the town. Alligator sausage, Fried Catfish Po-Boy, rice and beans, jambalaya, etc.
Seriously, the place was gorgeous.
Riley's belly is empty by bedtime.
I put together the Kid Bags to keep the kiddos busy at Aunt Ria's wedding, which is in two days. It was easier to pack the ingredients separately rather than the completed bags, that's why I did it a few days in.
I'm whooped. Hard to go to sleep wondering if the barfers are really done. Indy pukes for the last time at 2:20AM. She knows it, she says, "I think I'm actually done. There's nothing left."
5:20 AM Chase comes stumbling in my room holding his stomach and moaning.
Fan-friggin-tastic.
I give him dramamine... not sure if it will work, but worth a shot. He suffers the car ride to Texas (6 hours) feeling crappy, but never barfs.
Somewhere mid-drive, I got a call from the allergist. RJ's blood work is NEGATIVE for peanuts (WTF??) and the labs are NEGATIVE for gluten, bacteria, etc, etc - basically anything that could be making him have chronic diarrhea. So we've got nothing, except that sometimes he reacts. To food. And turns all red. And benadryl makes it better. So SOMETHING is going on. She mentions how confusing this all is. (Honestly, I don't appreciate the thinking-out-loud from my doctor. If you're confused, can you please keep that to yourself? I'd like to have a little confidence in your opinion.) All she can come up with is that he might still be allergic to peanuts, even though the testing shows otherwise. She changes my follow-up appt to a peanut challenge. The receptionist then hops on the phone to tell me that my appt will now take HOURS. Great. Because my last appt there with him went SO WELL.
We arrive in the Lonestar State at last. I text Pat, mother-of-the-bride, and say we're in town but we're not coming near anyone lest we spread the nasties around.
But we suck at timing, and we run into everyone (I mean, EVERYONE) at the hotel anyway as we check-in, and rudely run away from hugs and smooches.
Saturday morning, day of the wedding, guess who doesn't feel well... ME. I take dramamine, and feel like a major loop-head all day as we check out the Gulf of Mexico and see some things around town..... like oil factories. It helps tho with the barfy feeling, and thankfully wears off just as we're getting dressed up for the main event.
We go, the wedding is lovely. It's pleasant and simple, and beautiful, which is a perfect reflection of Maria. Jacob is a sweetheart too, they sing to each other during the ceremony and it's really cute. Somehow Roger keeps RJ mostly quiet. Head out to the reception. As I hand out the kid-bags (just bags full of crafts to keep kids busy at weddings) that Maria asked me to put together, the girls I talk to are saying, "Yes, M'am" and "No, M'am".... wow... yeah... I remember this from traveling in the deep south when I was a child. I mean, my kids are pretty well-behaved, but I gotta get me some of that!!
An hour into the reception, RJ, who's choosing not to eat again (and BTW he's now so skinny that I've made a doctor appt the day after we get back JUST so I can get him weighed on the same scale as before we left) throws green beans on the floor and sticks ONE small piece of pasta in his mouth.
After eating the pasta, Aunt 'Ria comes over to say hi. "Why is he red?," she says. Urrgh. I peer into the dark room to see, and yep, he's red. 30 seconds later he's screaming. Rog picks him up to try to console him, and he barfs liquid all down the front of both of them. It's dark enough that no ones else sees, and we run to the bathroom to clean up. We leave the big kids with family and ski-daddle the heck on out of there. We did get to eat cupcakes, cuz we did that first (awesome!) and dinner (beef, mashed potatoes, green beans... double awesome). AND - they had some craft beer there. Pretty much triple awesome on the food and drink.
We leave Sunday morning, heading out for our longest drive - 15.5 hours to Seviersville, TN, to another Wyndham. We really did pretty awesome with our points useage this year! Here's what quiet looks like:
We picked THIS Wyndham due to the awesome fact that it's connected to the Wilderness resort, which has it's own indoor WaterPark. Wyndham guests get a wristband and free admission.
Waterpark was a BLAST. We rocked it all day.
Indy on the ropes course outside of the waterpark.
We order the special from the deli on our walk back to our room, a 42 oz hot fudge brownie sundae. Skip the nuts, please. We don't really remember why RJ was so mad about ice cream, but he was.
The advantages of waterparks are immense.
Next day, sad to leave the waterpark but knowing we will definitely be back someday, we head out for a 10 hour trip home. RJ is eating a tad bit better, but just a tad. We haven't had hives since the wedding 2 days prior.
RJ's weight check appt is early the day after we get home, and his peanut challenge is scheduled 7 days out. I still think a challenge is silly based on his results, not to mention a waste of my time. I'm considering just feeding him a peanut while sitting in the hospital parking lot with my Epi-Pen. Doctors everywhere probably hate my rebel attitude.
To be continued...
Look for Food Allergy Fun, Part 3
Hi there! I'm a Mom to 5, figuring out homeschooling, attempting to garden, working with my husband on renovating our home and other projects, and trying to remember it all.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Bumper Sticker Moms and Food Allergy Fun, Part 1
First for some definitions - (these are based on actual people that I know, not just making this crap up)
Bumper Sticker Moms are what I call the Moms who seem to flaunt their children's food allergies. They mention it to everyone, every chance they get. They mention how HARD their life is. They make sure to tell every waitress (their own and everyone who happens to visit their table) that no one should even have (insert problem food here) NEAR their food, because their kid is allergic. In essence, they make a BIG DEAL out of it. Hence the name - Bumper Sticker Moms. Because I'm sure if there was one, they would absolutely have a bumper sticker that reads, "My Kid Has Food Allergies." Like it's a trendy club these days or something. I'm also nearly convinced that many of these flaunting Bumper Stickers Moms have children who actually have false positive readings (in fact, I definitely do know this of some of them), and many of them have never experienced any sort of real reaction. Because real food allergies are scary, and I can't imagine anyone wanting to BRAG about it.
So then there are the Real-Deal Moms, moms (and dads too) who actually HAVE kids with real food allergies, have dealt with reactions, some mild, some downright scary, and these moms are just so down-to-Earth with the whole thing that it's simply refreshing. If they drop their kid off at my house, or a birthday party, they pull me aside, they mention the allergy briefly, they let me know what's the worst that can happen and what to do about it, and in some, more severe cases, they give me a list of things their child needs to avoid. Past the age of kindergarten, these real-deal parents will have their child make a list of things to avoid. This means they are giving their child the responsibility. These same types of parents are the ones who tell their kids not to lick other kids at school who are eating the problem foods, instead of requesting that the whole school be decontaminated and sanitized. They make sure their kids stay safe by being informed, and informing people on a need-to-know basis, instead of feeding off all of the attention that THEY get as a parent of a food allergy kid. And I'm also aware they do not represent the very few, and I mean very few parents of kids with actual, proven, direly severe food allergies who have to be WAY more vigilant and cautious with their severely allergic children. Boy do I appreciate these Real-Deal Moms.
If you think about it, these two types of parents are probably raising two VERY different types of children... but that's a whole other topic.
So. Onto our very own Food Allergy Fun. Fun as in sarcastic-fun. Because food allergies are absolutely NOT fun. Not at all. It's not a club that I want to be in, for sure. The reason RJ first saw an allergist was due to a day of sudden and terrible diarrhea that happened the day after he had way more peanut butter than he'd ever had in his life. Meaning that I had found 6 jars of the stuff in the pantry and decided that we were eating PB with every meal until we were down to a normal 1 or 2 jars. Not his first time with PB, but the diarrhea was sudden and out of place, and so I wanted a rule-out on the allergy thing. Meaning I didn't really THINK he had an allergy, but I love rule-outs. And we already knew this doc as she was Riley's asthma doc.
Skip ahead, as a previous post covers the fact that PB was Negative, but Crab was Positive (we tested shellfish too based on Dad's sinus reaction to some seafood - he's way too stubborn to go and get testing done OR to stop eating it). A blood test (so much fun with an 18-month-old) said crab was negative.
Fine, right? See? Rule-out done. No more allergist.
That was mid-January.
Skip ahead to February 7th. We'd been trucking along for days on those 6 jars of PB. Pears and PB, apples and PB, PB chicken for dinner, PB on ice cream, etc. The boy eats lunch. Apples, PB and cantaloupe. He's done. I wipe him off. His face is red, only where I wiped him. I snap a picture, cuz it's strange.
As I take him out of his seat, I notice his wrists and arms are red, too.
Then I see his neck. All these places are now BRIGHT red. I take more pictures and send to my sis-in-law, cuz we had just been talking about the crazy diarrhea, and how I was starting to think he actually had some sort of chronic diarrhea, and at 18 months he should really have more solid poo... brainstorming, really.
Since I'm taking pictures, I take his clothes off to check for more.
His shoulders and back are starting to turn red. It's a snow day. We're stuck in. We're on our 4th day of being without power. I've nothing else to do (not really, ha!) so I call the allergist. To complain. That now we've done a stick test (which didn't bother him) and a blood test (which definitely DID bother him) and although everything said negative, we only tested for SOME things, and look here - now something's affecting him.
Due to the massive amount of snow that was descending on us, I assumed the office would be closed and I would leave my complaint on a voicemail. I really was not that concerned. RJ didn't seem to care.
I got a nurse. I explained what was going on, thinking she'd write a note to have the receptionist call me to make another appt. So much for that original rule-out theory, right?
Instead, she said it was hives and did it have raised bumps with it?
Why, yes it does. There's welts on his wrists and neck and face. And matter-of-fact, I'm watching it spread down his body as we speak. It's down to his diaper now.
That's an anaphylactic reaction! Is he having trouble breathing?!?
Ummm no. I don't think so. He's running around the living room pushing a toy bus.
If it's spreading like that, you need to hang up with me and call 911.
-------- (Processing this...)
Nurse - The hives with welts spreading fast can be nothing, but it can quickly turn into a breathing problem. You need to call 911 and have him transported by ambulance.
I have other kids to get situated. Can I just drive him to the hospital?
No. You can't. If he's in the backseat and starts having a breathing issue, you won't be able to catch it or react appropriately to help him. The paramedics will be able to do that.
Okay, let me go then. I'll do that.
________________
So I called Roger. Sent the kids to my neighbor. Rog and I drove him to the hospital. I sat in back with him to monitor him. But we just felt really silly calling an ambulance and making such a big fuss. Since there was the end of a snow and ice storm going on concurrently, we should have just called the ambulance. Roads were closed, tree limbs were down, it was a mess. But we got to the hospital. They didn't have power either. We sat in the waiting room in the dark. They confirmed that he had a reaction, termed it severe. Got him back to normal before he officially tore the room apart and sent us out with orders to follow up with our allergist. We stopped for Benadryl on the way home. Being a household that rides out colds, opts out of the Flu shot, and generally tries to be med-free, we didn't own any. Plus, Benadryl makes me think of those crappy parents that give it to their children just so they'll sleep and not bother them. But I suck it up and buy some.
In reflecting on our day later that night, I am pissed. Angry, upset, overwhelmed. In addition to being confused. Everyone is saying it must be the PB, but he just tested negative two weeks prior. Even the doctor thinks its weird. It was one thing to have him react to crab on the stick test and for two weeks kind of, sort of think, okay, sure, we'll stay away from crab. It was an entirely different feeling to see my kid react like that, to be told to call 911, to not know how bad it was going to get, that he wasn't old enough to communicate any major symptoms to me even if they were there. In the mix of all my feelings, I got even madder at the Bumper Sticker Moms that thought this was cool and trendy and part of a neat ole club.
The allergist was a waste of time, except that we got a scrip for an Epi-Pen, since we don't know what he reacts to and how bad it can get. Since he just had a major reaction, he couldn't be tested again for anything else for 3 weeks. I was pissed again. I wanted answers. She blew off the apples and cantaloupe, saying they were pretty rare. She gave me a scrip for a blood test for peanuts, if I wanted to know sooner. Another blood draw? Yeah, sign me right up. He loved the first one soooo much.
For the next week and a half, he reacted on occasion to whatever IT was. I took pictures of him, then the labels.
I did internet research. I got mad about having to wait. I got better at feeding him nut-free. I became an even better label-reader (we already check labels for carbs, sugar mainly). We (myself and friends and family that I talked to) decided he was just hypersensitive from having that big reaction. But I kept records anyway. 3 weeks was a long time away, and we were heading on our Texas Road Trip imminently.
I took him to his primary care doc about the diarrhea that was still there, and the fact that now that I was paying attention to his bowels more closely, he didn't digest a lot of foods that he ate. She gave me some poop-collection bottles to test for gluten-intolerance, bacteria, E. Coli, and other yummy stuff. Rule-outs. This makes me a little happy. But only cuz I love rule-outs. She says that in addition to keeping him nut-free, feed him gluten-free until we get results. Even more fun. Thank goodness for those small aisles at the grocery store, that I formerly thought were only for weirdos and hippies... mostly joking... but seriously, it is WAY easier (albeit expensive) to be nut-free and gluten-free than it ever was before, and I am grateful for that, for sure!
Enough for now... Part 2 coming soon!!
Don't miss my blog under this one, yes, I actually did two in a row after 2 months off!!
Bumper Sticker Moms are what I call the Moms who seem to flaunt their children's food allergies. They mention it to everyone, every chance they get. They mention how HARD their life is. They make sure to tell every waitress (their own and everyone who happens to visit their table) that no one should even have (insert problem food here) NEAR their food, because their kid is allergic. In essence, they make a BIG DEAL out of it. Hence the name - Bumper Sticker Moms. Because I'm sure if there was one, they would absolutely have a bumper sticker that reads, "My Kid Has Food Allergies." Like it's a trendy club these days or something. I'm also nearly convinced that many of these flaunting Bumper Stickers Moms have children who actually have false positive readings (in fact, I definitely do know this of some of them), and many of them have never experienced any sort of real reaction. Because real food allergies are scary, and I can't imagine anyone wanting to BRAG about it.
So then there are the Real-Deal Moms, moms (and dads too) who actually HAVE kids with real food allergies, have dealt with reactions, some mild, some downright scary, and these moms are just so down-to-Earth with the whole thing that it's simply refreshing. If they drop their kid off at my house, or a birthday party, they pull me aside, they mention the allergy briefly, they let me know what's the worst that can happen and what to do about it, and in some, more severe cases, they give me a list of things their child needs to avoid. Past the age of kindergarten, these real-deal parents will have their child make a list of things to avoid. This means they are giving their child the responsibility. These same types of parents are the ones who tell their kids not to lick other kids at school who are eating the problem foods, instead of requesting that the whole school be decontaminated and sanitized. They make sure their kids stay safe by being informed, and informing people on a need-to-know basis, instead of feeding off all of the attention that THEY get as a parent of a food allergy kid. And I'm also aware they do not represent the very few, and I mean very few parents of kids with actual, proven, direly severe food allergies who have to be WAY more vigilant and cautious with their severely allergic children. Boy do I appreciate these Real-Deal Moms.
If you think about it, these two types of parents are probably raising two VERY different types of children... but that's a whole other topic.
So. Onto our very own Food Allergy Fun. Fun as in sarcastic-fun. Because food allergies are absolutely NOT fun. Not at all. It's not a club that I want to be in, for sure. The reason RJ first saw an allergist was due to a day of sudden and terrible diarrhea that happened the day after he had way more peanut butter than he'd ever had in his life. Meaning that I had found 6 jars of the stuff in the pantry and decided that we were eating PB with every meal until we were down to a normal 1 or 2 jars. Not his first time with PB, but the diarrhea was sudden and out of place, and so I wanted a rule-out on the allergy thing. Meaning I didn't really THINK he had an allergy, but I love rule-outs. And we already knew this doc as she was Riley's asthma doc.
Skip ahead, as a previous post covers the fact that PB was Negative, but Crab was Positive (we tested shellfish too based on Dad's sinus reaction to some seafood - he's way too stubborn to go and get testing done OR to stop eating it). A blood test (so much fun with an 18-month-old) said crab was negative.
Fine, right? See? Rule-out done. No more allergist.
That was mid-January.
Skip ahead to February 7th. We'd been trucking along for days on those 6 jars of PB. Pears and PB, apples and PB, PB chicken for dinner, PB on ice cream, etc. The boy eats lunch. Apples, PB and cantaloupe. He's done. I wipe him off. His face is red, only where I wiped him. I snap a picture, cuz it's strange.
As I take him out of his seat, I notice his wrists and arms are red, too.
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| See the welts on the wrist of his right arm? |
Then I see his neck. All these places are now BRIGHT red. I take more pictures and send to my sis-in-law, cuz we had just been talking about the crazy diarrhea, and how I was starting to think he actually had some sort of chronic diarrhea, and at 18 months he should really have more solid poo... brainstorming, really.
Since I'm taking pictures, I take his clothes off to check for more.
His shoulders and back are starting to turn red. It's a snow day. We're stuck in. We're on our 4th day of being without power. I've nothing else to do (not really, ha!) so I call the allergist. To complain. That now we've done a stick test (which didn't bother him) and a blood test (which definitely DID bother him) and although everything said negative, we only tested for SOME things, and look here - now something's affecting him.
Due to the massive amount of snow that was descending on us, I assumed the office would be closed and I would leave my complaint on a voicemail. I really was not that concerned. RJ didn't seem to care.
I got a nurse. I explained what was going on, thinking she'd write a note to have the receptionist call me to make another appt. So much for that original rule-out theory, right?
Instead, she said it was hives and did it have raised bumps with it?
Why, yes it does. There's welts on his wrists and neck and face. And matter-of-fact, I'm watching it spread down his body as we speak. It's down to his diaper now.
That's an anaphylactic reaction! Is he having trouble breathing?!?
Ummm no. I don't think so. He's running around the living room pushing a toy bus.
If it's spreading like that, you need to hang up with me and call 911.
-------- (Processing this...)
Nurse - The hives with welts spreading fast can be nothing, but it can quickly turn into a breathing problem. You need to call 911 and have him transported by ambulance.
I have other kids to get situated. Can I just drive him to the hospital?
No. You can't. If he's in the backseat and starts having a breathing issue, you won't be able to catch it or react appropriately to help him. The paramedics will be able to do that.
Okay, let me go then. I'll do that.
________________
So I called Roger. Sent the kids to my neighbor. Rog and I drove him to the hospital. I sat in back with him to monitor him. But we just felt really silly calling an ambulance and making such a big fuss. Since there was the end of a snow and ice storm going on concurrently, we should have just called the ambulance. Roads were closed, tree limbs were down, it was a mess. But we got to the hospital. They didn't have power either. We sat in the waiting room in the dark. They confirmed that he had a reaction, termed it severe. Got him back to normal before he officially tore the room apart and sent us out with orders to follow up with our allergist. We stopped for Benadryl on the way home. Being a household that rides out colds, opts out of the Flu shot, and generally tries to be med-free, we didn't own any. Plus, Benadryl makes me think of those crappy parents that give it to their children just so they'll sleep and not bother them. But I suck it up and buy some.
In reflecting on our day later that night, I am pissed. Angry, upset, overwhelmed. In addition to being confused. Everyone is saying it must be the PB, but he just tested negative two weeks prior. Even the doctor thinks its weird. It was one thing to have him react to crab on the stick test and for two weeks kind of, sort of think, okay, sure, we'll stay away from crab. It was an entirely different feeling to see my kid react like that, to be told to call 911, to not know how bad it was going to get, that he wasn't old enough to communicate any major symptoms to me even if they were there. In the mix of all my feelings, I got even madder at the Bumper Sticker Moms that thought this was cool and trendy and part of a neat ole club.
The allergist was a waste of time, except that we got a scrip for an Epi-Pen, since we don't know what he reacts to and how bad it can get. Since he just had a major reaction, he couldn't be tested again for anything else for 3 weeks. I was pissed again. I wanted answers. She blew off the apples and cantaloupe, saying they were pretty rare. She gave me a scrip for a blood test for peanuts, if I wanted to know sooner. Another blood draw? Yeah, sign me right up. He loved the first one soooo much.
For the next week and a half, he reacted on occasion to whatever IT was. I took pictures of him, then the labels.
I did internet research. I got mad about having to wait. I got better at feeding him nut-free. I became an even better label-reader (we already check labels for carbs, sugar mainly). We (myself and friends and family that I talked to) decided he was just hypersensitive from having that big reaction. But I kept records anyway. 3 weeks was a long time away, and we were heading on our Texas Road Trip imminently.
I took him to his primary care doc about the diarrhea that was still there, and the fact that now that I was paying attention to his bowels more closely, he didn't digest a lot of foods that he ate. She gave me some poop-collection bottles to test for gluten-intolerance, bacteria, E. Coli, and other yummy stuff. Rule-outs. This makes me a little happy. But only cuz I love rule-outs. She says that in addition to keeping him nut-free, feed him gluten-free until we get results. Even more fun. Thank goodness for those small aisles at the grocery store, that I formerly thought were only for weirdos and hippies... mostly joking... but seriously, it is WAY easier (albeit expensive) to be nut-free and gluten-free than it ever was before, and I am grateful for that, for sure!
Enough for now... Part 2 coming soon!!
Don't miss my blog under this one, yes, I actually did two in a row after 2 months off!!
Hi there! I'm a Mom to 5, figuring out homeschooling, attempting to garden, working with my husband on renovating our home and other projects, and trying to remember it all.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Speaking of...
.... doctors and such, the entire house is ill at the moment, but no, we don't need any doctors.
RJ started crapping juice last Friday, starting projecting vomit at awesome speed all day Saturday, continued both through the weekend, busted a fever on Monday and has still got the Hershey Squirts today. He smells perpetually like AD&D and Balmex and has been a needy, whiny sort these last few days but at least he got his energy back today to start climbing on the oven door and such things again.
Riley started pooping every hour on Monday but it didn't turn bad and although we expected the horfing to start too, it never did. She did run a low-grade fever yesterday and today but isn't out of sorts.
The big 2 popped fevers this morning, with Indy as usual running higher than everybody else. If the rest are low-grade, she's usually floating around 101, which is where she's at today. Didn't seem to bother them though and we all drank extra water to help flush it out and stay hydrated. We don't give medicine unless absolutely necessary (which is very rare thankfully), we allow the body to use the fever to fight the infection, essentially we don't treat any of this, except with rest, downtime, water & a few tricks listed below.
Other tricks we use:
- We sprinkle extra black pepper on our food to help drain the sinuses (great recipe here for Killer Chicken Soup - works wonders and tastes great too!)
- We all get to gargle with warm salt water (boiled first in the tea pot and cooled).
- Everyone older than the baby rinses their noses with the warm salt water (the Neti Pot without the pot - use baby medicine droppers to squirt it up your nostril) - the theory here being that if you can break up the mucus and get it out, it won't gather, run down your throat or get into your chest. You can basically stop the virus or bacterial cold in it's tracks before it cycles from your sinuses to your chest.
- A cheater way to do this for an adult is to take a Claritin when you start getting the snots - an antihistamine that will dry up your sinuses and also thwart the cold from spreading. I try not to use this way since it involves a med, but it actually does work well.
So it's been a fun week. I got jack done around the house and finally made it out to the grocery store TODAY, along with everyone and their mother and uncles, to get what I needed to make food for tomorrow.
Now off to bed to get MY rest... our Elf returns tomorrow. And he's known for making messes...
RJ started crapping juice last Friday, starting projecting vomit at awesome speed all day Saturday, continued both through the weekend, busted a fever on Monday and has still got the Hershey Squirts today. He smells perpetually like AD&D and Balmex and has been a needy, whiny sort these last few days but at least he got his energy back today to start climbing on the oven door and such things again.
Riley started pooping every hour on Monday but it didn't turn bad and although we expected the horfing to start too, it never did. She did run a low-grade fever yesterday and today but isn't out of sorts.
The big 2 popped fevers this morning, with Indy as usual running higher than everybody else. If the rest are low-grade, she's usually floating around 101, which is where she's at today. Didn't seem to bother them though and we all drank extra water to help flush it out and stay hydrated. We don't give medicine unless absolutely necessary (which is very rare thankfully), we allow the body to use the fever to fight the infection, essentially we don't treat any of this, except with rest, downtime, water & a few tricks listed below.
Other tricks we use:
- We sprinkle extra black pepper on our food to help drain the sinuses (great recipe here for Killer Chicken Soup - works wonders and tastes great too!)
- We all get to gargle with warm salt water (boiled first in the tea pot and cooled).
- Everyone older than the baby rinses their noses with the warm salt water (the Neti Pot without the pot - use baby medicine droppers to squirt it up your nostril) - the theory here being that if you can break up the mucus and get it out, it won't gather, run down your throat or get into your chest. You can basically stop the virus or bacterial cold in it's tracks before it cycles from your sinuses to your chest.
- A cheater way to do this for an adult is to take a Claritin when you start getting the snots - an antihistamine that will dry up your sinuses and also thwart the cold from spreading. I try not to use this way since it involves a med, but it actually does work well.
So it's been a fun week. I got jack done around the house and finally made it out to the grocery store TODAY, along with everyone and their mother and uncles, to get what I needed to make food for tomorrow.
Now off to bed to get MY rest... our Elf returns tomorrow. And he's known for making messes...
Hi there! I'm a Mom to 5, figuring out homeschooling, attempting to garden, working with my husband on renovating our home and other projects, and trying to remember it all.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
On Doctors, On Dancer, On Prancer, On Vixen...
Ok, fine... this is just On Doctors. Generally speaking, of course.
So basically what I'm gonna say here is... don't just take your Doctor's advice without asking for alternatives, for options, for second opinions even. It's your right. Your obligation. Your (or your child's) health. It's all in your hands. Speak up, and make sure the job gets done right. And call me if they give you trouble, I'll tell 'em how it is! Too many doctors are quick to recommend a drug or an antibiotic to fix something simple that your body can handle on it's own and be stronger for later. Too many doctors are quick to give a "standard" response, slap you with a bill and tell you to follow up every few months for them to tell you the same thing and keep money rolling in their door. And they will keep on doing it if people let them.
Let me just say this here, when I take people to Doctors, I tend to show up complete with ageneral..... basic.... detailed, very detailed history of whatever the issue at hand is. Typed, bullet-pointed and formatted in MS Word. I know, I have a problem! But it sure saves time when they just read the sheet instead of starting with open-ended questions...
Last year, I "fired" Chase's GI doctor because I felt like she didn't know my kid at all, wasn't listening to what his Dad and I had to say at the visits and was just putting him on more and more medicine without checking to see if there really was even a problem. Long story short, I became "Dr. Mom," took him off all his meds, made some nutritional changes and voila! The problem was gone. When I pulled his file from the Doctor's office (and boy does that copy machine work slow when you tell them you're taking your business elsewhere...) and took him to a different doctor after 3 months on my plan, the new Doc sent us home as there was no longer a problem. Score one for mom.
I was definitely feeling more empowered in regards to my family and their health decisions.
So then, I decided that Roger's heart Doc wasn't giving us... well, any answers, really. So I canned him, found another Doc and ordered repeats of all of his testing from 2009. I think, to be honest, after the guy got done reading Roger's 2 page history (which included why I canned the last guy), he wasn't going to even try to say "No" to the testing I wanted.
Sure enough, testing went afoul again (although this time I had pre-warned them about the results and told them NOT to try to call an ambulance) but they did bring in a Specialist of the Specialist that we already were at... at least it was something new, something that the last guy hadn't mentioned, bothered with, seemed concerned about. And this guy was a good listener, a great explainer (he even used his hands to mimic the heart) and he gave us our options straight, no BS, no sugar-coating, just Facts. I think I love him. As a Doctor, of course.
I was feeling the high of Making the Right Decisions about Doctors.
So, naturally, I then "fired" Riley's allergist and took her somewhere else too. I got a similar answer to the first guy, but I also got a full explanation, an in-office test where the breathing tests were performed and data collected before and after a breathing treatment to show proof that it worked, a full pro's and con's list of the medicine and a written action plan for when she does have an issue. In essence, I feel like I got my money's worth out of this Doc. Like I always say, I'm a "hard-answers" girl. I don't like maybe's and if's and possibly's so much, especially when it comes to my family and their health. It takes a little bit of work, for sure, but it's worth it in the end when you get real answers and see results.
Random Picture Updates to follow:
So basically what I'm gonna say here is... don't just take your Doctor's advice without asking for alternatives, for options, for second opinions even. It's your right. Your obligation. Your (or your child's) health. It's all in your hands. Speak up, and make sure the job gets done right. And call me if they give you trouble, I'll tell 'em how it is! Too many doctors are quick to recommend a drug or an antibiotic to fix something simple that your body can handle on it's own and be stronger for later. Too many doctors are quick to give a "standard" response, slap you with a bill and tell you to follow up every few months for them to tell you the same thing and keep money rolling in their door. And they will keep on doing it if people let them.
Let me just say this here, when I take people to Doctors, I tend to show up complete with a
Last year, I "fired" Chase's GI doctor because I felt like she didn't know my kid at all, wasn't listening to what his Dad and I had to say at the visits and was just putting him on more and more medicine without checking to see if there really was even a problem. Long story short, I became "Dr. Mom," took him off all his meds, made some nutritional changes and voila! The problem was gone. When I pulled his file from the Doctor's office (and boy does that copy machine work slow when you tell them you're taking your business elsewhere...) and took him to a different doctor after 3 months on my plan, the new Doc sent us home as there was no longer a problem. Score one for mom.
I was definitely feeling more empowered in regards to my family and their health decisions.
So then, I decided that Roger's heart Doc wasn't giving us... well, any answers, really. So I canned him, found another Doc and ordered repeats of all of his testing from 2009. I think, to be honest, after the guy got done reading Roger's 2 page history (which included why I canned the last guy), he wasn't going to even try to say "No" to the testing I wanted.
Sure enough, testing went afoul again (although this time I had pre-warned them about the results and told them NOT to try to call an ambulance) but they did bring in a Specialist of the Specialist that we already were at... at least it was something new, something that the last guy hadn't mentioned, bothered with, seemed concerned about. And this guy was a good listener, a great explainer (he even used his hands to mimic the heart) and he gave us our options straight, no BS, no sugar-coating, just Facts. I think I love him. As a Doctor, of course.
I was feeling the high of Making the Right Decisions about Doctors.
So, naturally, I then "fired" Riley's allergist and took her somewhere else too. I got a similar answer to the first guy, but I also got a full explanation, an in-office test where the breathing tests were performed and data collected before and after a breathing treatment to show proof that it worked, a full pro's and con's list of the medicine and a written action plan for when she does have an issue. In essence, I feel like I got my money's worth out of this Doc. Like I always say, I'm a "hard-answers" girl. I don't like maybe's and if's and possibly's so much, especially when it comes to my family and their health. It takes a little bit of work, for sure, but it's worth it in the end when you get real answers and see results.
Random Picture Updates to follow:
Starting the addition at the Farmhouse
Coming right along
The existing front, before we add the porch
Daddy reading to kiddos
Why must we get IN the Little People bus? WHY?
I'm guessing she tried really hard to stay awake for this one...
Fun with Sight Words
If you don't get it, read them in order... tee hee hee.
Hi there! I'm a Mom to 5, figuring out homeschooling, attempting to garden, working with my husband on renovating our home and other projects, and trying to remember it all.
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