Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Be still my beating heart....

     As many of you know we got some really bad news today at Camden's doctor appt and while living in the unknown, we are trusting that God is in control. And as much as my heart breaks and as much as I want to blog about all our of our problems, I will not. It does no good to share every detail that could actually turn out to be 100x worse than we think or simply noithing at all. All we need is prayer..there is POWER in prayer...Please pray for our Cadmen. On that note I want do want to blog about how much I love this amazing baby.
    My sweet Camden..you came into this world in a flash and our world came crashing down. Yet, we loved you from the beginning. I will never forget them bringing  you to me for the first time and placing you on my chest. You looked at me with those tiny blue eyes and I promised you that I would not let them take you anymore and that I would forever protect you. Yet they had to take you again, possibly to save your life and you forgave me. Every time we visited you in the NICU my love grew for you more with each passing minute. And when we brought you home I just knew that God was smiling down upon us and the angels were dancing in heaven because we were together at last. I listened to every breath you took for the first 3 month because you were so loud the neighbors could hear you, and yet though I was barely sleeping, my heart was full because you were with us. The bigger you get, the stronger you get.  I am so proud of you.Those baby blue eyes steal away my heart every day and I am pretty sure you will forever get by with more than your poor brother ever will. Those mornings when I get you up to feed you and you grab my face and kiss me..those take away my breath and I will never forget them. The moments when you giggle at your brother for hours will never leave my thoughts. Sometimes I watch the video monitor while you sleep and can't imagine what our life would be like without you. Even though I would probably change our circumstances, I would never trade you for another. You are my angel, I am your mommy and no matter what tomorrow may bring I will be there, loving you, holding you, sometimes crying and always trusting you to the Lord's mighty hands. <3





Monday, January 23, 2012

A momma hug...

    Every time I get on fb or talk with an old friend I find out someone from high school is pregnant or just had a baby! Its hard to believe we are all grown up and starting our own families. As I have mentioned before I love keeping up with girlfriends from high schools, especially watching their little bellies grow through fb pictures! I often get messages from friends asking what my number one "must have" thing is when having a baby. I often throw out all the materialistic things that come to mind that I couldn't possibly live without. But the more I get asked, the more I realize the most important thing through my last two pregnancies and raising my two beautiful boys is a mommy network.
   When Alexander was born I really didn't understand what I was getting myself into. I was lost in a sea of random idea that were thrown my way by people that had good intentions. After many tears, "I can't do this thoughts," colicky nights that I just didn't understand and struggles, I finally found an online mommy group with babies exactly Alexander's age that I absolutely loved! I often found myself texting my girlfriend Amber to see if she was going through the same thing with her daughter that we were going through. What a relief it was having a close friend that often said "yea us too!" Now  2.5 years later one of my best friends has a daughter that is almost 2 and my other best friend has 4 kids! I also have lots of LM support groups online.  I am absoluly blessed.
    My point is, yes a moby is good to have, yes a swaddleme blanket is something that will come in handy, but what you NEED is a momma network. What you need is a momma that is in the line of fire right along with you, not only one that is out! What you need is someone to vent to about how you got no sleep, that baby cried all night and you are so tired you could barely lift your DECAF cup of coffee up to your mouth, only for them to sigh and say they completely understand. I mean who doesn't need someone to talk to about their newborns constantly changing poop?! :)What you need is someone who tells you "this to shall pass" or "this is what worked for us." We need to reach out to each other, help each other, support each other, even if your parenting philosophies are completely different. My best friend Alli often says, "Us Mommas have to stick together!" She is right, its simply to hard on your own, and as much as we love our husbands, they will never understand! So if you come across fb comments of a momma really struggling, have a church friend that needs some advice, or know something that could make life easier for a momma....be her network, listen, tell her you understand, give advice and sometimes even give her a momma hug. :)
  

Friday, January 20, 2012

Being real....

 

                                      

    The reason we struggle with insecurity is because we compare our behind-the-scenes with everyone else's highlight reel.~Steven Furtick


    I love, love, love reading blogs. I love following the adventures of long lost girlfriends from high school that I haven't seen in years and some lives of mommies that I don't even know. I have one main goal for my blog, that is being real. I don't want to come across that everything is perfect. Let me tell you my friends its not rainbows and butterflies around here 99.9% of time.  There are tears, arguments, trials, struggles, good times, beyond stressful times, anxiety that keeps me up at night, hugs, kisses, laughter and memories made around here almost every day. Life is HARD, striving to live as a believer in these times is HARD, motherhood is HARD, marriage is HARD. I want to be able to blog about this crazy life of ours and though I want to be honest, I don't want anyone to think we live a perfect life and I also don't want anyone to feel sorry for me. This is simply our life from my eyes and sharing my heart with friends/family is therapy to my soul. I found in the past couple weeks that it feels amazing just to "get it out" so to speak.  My prayer is that I can be honest, not offend anyone, maybe make you laugh, help some nerve wrecked mommy have someone to relate to, possibly help another LM mommy that is struggling and share wonderful stories of our boys with everyone who chooses to come by our blog. :)

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

More than making it through the day..

   Wow, what a day. I think I say that every day before I fall into my bed at night. Keeping up with a 2.5 year old and a 7 month old with no break or adult conversation can really take its toll. Our day started with shattered glass all over the kitchen b/c I was running back and forth trying to get the clean dishes put away before then boys finished their breakfast. I got Camden down for his nap, worked out, got in the shower all the while debating on whether  I was going to wash my hair or shave today, only for him to wake up when the water turned on,then I decided I didn't have time for either. I hoped out, ran to him soaking wet, gave him his prevacid, put him in tummy time and placed Alexander in the pack n play to watch seasame street. I ran downstairs to make Camden's bottle and returned to him chewing on the iron cord that was 3 sec away from falling on his head off my end table. I gasped, ran over, caught the iron and pulled the chord out of his mouth. I fed him his bottle and brought them both down stairs to get lunch going. Alexander ran laps while screaming and Camden jumped away in his jumparoo all while I caught my brother (Uncle J) up to speed on pertinent info.While I was feverishly jabbering away,I glanced over to see Alexander thought it would be fun to pick up his potty (full of pee mind you) out of his playroom and run with it!  After I captured the potty, I placed both boys in the high chair for lunch, fed them, fed myself and pumped at the same time.  I brought both boys upstairs, put Alexander in his rocking chair, told him to read some books while I laid Camden down. I think I heard him slam his door open and closed at least 5 time in 5 min. After I came in from laying Camden down Alexander had pulled out all the toys in his toy box, I sighed and asked him to help me clean them up. At 1 pm I remember I hadn't use the bathroom almost all day or drank anything. I hydrated, shoved in a little to much chocolate, grabbed the laundry and headed to my bedroom. I made a few important phone calls, checked my email and fb. As I went to start the laundry I noticed Camden was already awake after an hour. I left the three loads of laundry on the bed, went and pumped so Camden could eat. Again I shoved in a few more pieces of chocolate and got both boys  up (who barely napped) since they were both awake.
      Our afternoon proceeded with potty accidents that you don't want me to get into because it is just totally disgusting, but lets just say he knew better b/c he was hiding in the corner. Anthony got home from work super later tonight.  I was feeling brave and tried to give Camden a bath with Alexander  for the first in the big bath tub, (since the pesticide guy sprayed Camden's bath tub which I just happened to throw out on the back porch  yesterday since we a renovating the downstairs bathroom). Well Camden flipped out! I grabbed him up, calmed him down and tried again. I placed him in his bath chair and before I could stop him Alexander slammed the lap bar that goes between Camden's legs and managed to pinch Camden's man parts in the process. Let's just say it wasn't pretty. Everyone freaked and praise the Lord Ant was coming through the door about that time. I ended up giving Camden a sponge bath, some motrin and called it a night.
    I said all that to say most days I am simply "making it through," or surviving. But I want so much more than that. I want to soak up every second I have with my babies. I want to worry less and enjoy more. I want to get over that fact that I have to go to the bathroom with an audience, sometimes even bouncing a fussy baby at the same time. I want to let go of the fact that I eat almost every meal standing up and never actually taste my food. I want to realize it doesn't matter if I haven't shaved in a week, worn sweat pants for days and can't remember the last time make-up touched my face. Who cares that I can sometimes track Alexander's mud foot prints through the house, his finger prints on all my shiny surfaces and walls. Ant totally doesn't mind to come home to a wife covered in baby spit up and usually smells like it too. What really matters is that my babies are happy. What really matters is that my babies feel loved. What really matters is that I spend quality time alone with them during the day. What really matter is they are learning, growing and thriving. What really matters is that I discipline them and help mold them in what God would have them to be. What is really important is that I soak up each laugh, hug and kiss, because my even though they are still so young I know my time with them is short. I don't want to miss a beat. I don't want to miss a minute. I don't want to have any regrets. <3

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Momma Guilt

     If you know my Alexander well you know he is my spirited one. My crazy, strong willed, life loving, lets run laps until one of us passes out child. Little does he know his Momma is just as strong willed as he is...or I use to be before my babies. The past 6 months have been a BATTLE when it comes to the dinner table. No matter what we put in front of him he, "can't eat it." When he finally gives in and decides he is hungry enough to eat it, he wants someone to feed him. We use to give into feeding him, but after months of feeding myself, feeding the baby solids, feeding Alexander and trying to pump all the same time, I decided something has to give. Today was the day I was going to put my foot down.
          At breakfast he gobbled up his PB&J oatmeal with a smile on his face. "Okay," I thought to myself, "Maybe this won't be so bad after all." Then came lunch. I heated up some roasted chicken, peeled a clementine and proceed to call him to wash his hands for lunch. As soon as he spotted what was on his tray he stared to whine. "But I don't like chicken Mommy. I don't like oranges Mommy. Ugh that is yuck!" I could feel both of our frustration levels begin to rise instantly...the battle had begun...and we were both going to put up a fight!
             I took care of my business, fed Camden and myself. I looked at the clock to find 35 min later he had still not touched his lunch. I proceeded to tell him if he didn't eat it soon he would go in time out. Ten minutes later his lunch still remained untouched. When I went to get him up to place him in time out he began to throw his tantrum, I ever so lightly popped his little bottom and sat him in time out. He sat there for all of 3 min and I placed him back in his booster seat to "try again." He still refused to touch his food. I gave him 15ish min and got him up. That was an hour total of refusing to eat his lunch when I know he was hungry. Then it came..the Momma guilt. A thousand thoughts went through my head...."You aren't possibly going to let him go hungry are you? He is going to be starving by time he gets up from his nap! What if he refuses to take a nap because he still hungry. Then I might  not get a chance to catch my breath during the boys afternoon nap. Sarah this is so wrong of you..he is 2.5!"  I pushed away the thoughts, got him up, took him potty and put him to bed. As I was leaving he said, "I'm hungry Momma." My first instinct was to grab him up, fix him a PB&J and let him have his way...but I resisted. I reminded myself that this battle had gone on long enough. I told him I loved him and that he could eat his chicken/clementines when he got up from his nap. So here I sit typing, feeling guilty, wondering if his little tummy is rumbling, wondering if I got anywhere with him. Do I think its his age, absolutely. Do I want to nip this in the bud as fast a possible..you betcha! But the Momma guilt, oh the momma guilt..its getting the best of me. I'll probably fix him one of his favorite dinners tonight and love on him a little extra this afternoon knowing good and well that the battle will begin again tomorrow, at 11:45 am to be exact. :)
                                

Monday, January 16, 2012

Camden's stridor

Camden's progress so far with his LM symptoms

                                                          2.5 months old
                                                             4 months old

6 months old
                                               

You can't really hear his LM at all in the 6 month video. Some days are really good (like that day) and some days are really bad. But he is improving drastically as you can tell! Praise the Lord! 


Happy 7 months Camden Thomas!

Can't believe my baby is growing up so fast! Happy 7 months my sweet blue eyed boy!


Favorite things: his JUMPAROO!, going for walks in the bob stroller, rough housing with his big brother and Daddy, snuggling with ANYONE!

Favortie food: sweet potoatoes

Least favorite Food: PEAS! gags every time!

Favorite person: his big brother :)

Favorite things to do: giggle, snuggle and SPIT!

Milesones: sitting up and rolling over

Camden's journey...

     I have to be honest with you, Camden's pregnancy was long, hard and VERY painful. It all started June 14th as I was sitting at the table eating dinner chatting with Alexander. When I got up to put my bowl in the sink it was like the bottom fell out. I felt something pop and within seconds I was swimming in a sea of water. I ran to tell Ant who was picking tomatoes from the garden. I stuck my head out the door and screamed in excitement, "Ant my water broke, my water broke!" He looked at me strange and instantly there was fear in his eyes. I was totally confused because I was elated and ready to get this baby OUT! We cleaned up the kitchen and proceeded to call Mrs.Sue as she would be taking care of Alexander. She quickly came over and we left for the hospital. The whole way there Ant was sick to his stomach. He didn't know why, he just knew something wasn't right. We got to the hospital at about 8pm and Camden was born around midnight.
      I will never forget the look on Anthony's face when Camden wasn't crying.  We were reassured Camden was okay and he soon began to cry. His cry did sound strange but we never thought anything of it. We got the chance to hold him for about for a few min before they rushed him off to the nursery to do his assessment. Shortly after they took him away, a nurse came in with a strange look on her face telling us Camden wasn't breathing well and his blood sugar was very low. We gave the permission to try a formula bottle and she was to return shortly with our baby. Hours later we were still waiting. His breathing was getting worse and his little chest was retracting every time he breathed. I kept telling myself that it was b/c he was born early, that he would be with us shortly and everything would be okay. Well they came in that that following morning around 3am to tell us Camden was being transferred to the NICU b/c his O2 levels kept falling and his breathing just kept getting worse. We were devastated and in denial that something was really WRONG with our baby. Once again I told myself it was just b/c he was born early and that he would spend a couple days in the NICU and would be home soon.  I literally couldn't stop crying from the moment they told us something was wrong till the moment I left the hospital. The nurse thought it would be better for me to leave and go home early since I was doing so well physically and she thought it would be best for me to see Alexander.  When she told Dr. Feore I had been crying for literally 24 hours he immediately wrote up a discharge for me, we visited Camden in the NICU who we couldn't touch, and went home without our baby.


         We switched off visiting Camden and the grandparents would come over so we could also go together. We were told they thought he had a bacterial infection and pumped NEEDLESS antibiotics through his little body for 3 days. It eventually came back negative that he didn't have an infection. That Saturday I went to visit him alone and they told us the worst news yet...Camden had stopped breathing completely for over 30 seconds 3 times that night. I remember sitting there numb, confused, and then angry. What do you mean he STOPPED breathing and had to be roused. What do you MEAN a nurse had to remind my baby to breath! What does that mean my baby had 3 apparent life-threatening events (ALTEs). I just couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. Then it happened. I was holding him and the his monitor started to freak out. Camden's nurse quickly ran over to us and placed her finger under his chin to wake him up. She said, "There did you see that!? Did you feel that!?" "Feel what?" I responded." Your baby just stopped breathing while you were holding him." Then it sunk in something wasn't right, something was REALLY WRONG! The doc came over to tell us they didn't know what was causing his apnea spells because his breathing was getting better by the day. They would monitor him for a few days and then send him home on an apnea monitor for at least 3 months. She told me horror stories of how it would keep us up all night and how much of a pain it was, but her daughter was on one for 9 months and we would get through it. I held Camden close and cried for about 30 min till I started to get physically ill. I immediately called Anthony on the way home, he dropped Alexander off at the pool with Grammy and Poppy and met me at the house. We stood in the kitchen holding each other sobbing for what felt like an eternity. It was then that we knew this nightmare wasn't going to end when we brought him home from the NICU, it wasn't going to end anytime soon.
   

      We woke up every 3 hours at night for  7 nights to call and check on Camden and for me to pump. Every night when they told us he has had "2-3 apenea spells" we would sink that much lower.  They reassured us that they thought it was probably apnea of prematurity and that was what was wrong with this breathing also. He would probably be fine and the monitor might drive us a little nuts but in 3 months it would be gone. They also sent a home health nurse out once a week to check on him.
      On the 8th night we had to "room-in" with Camden to make sure we knew how to handle the monitor if it went off.  We went through he training of the monitor and they FINALLY gave us our baby.  They brought Camden to us who I immediately placed on my chest and snuggled. Ant left to go grab us some dinner. Ant hadn't been gone for 20 min and the apnea alarm went off. It squealed 3 times and Camden and I both jumped out of our skin. I freaked, started pushing all kinds of buttons and then called one of the NICU nurse. I began to cry and she looked at me frustrated and said, "This baby does have apnea spells you know? You will have them at home and YOU will have to know how to turn the monitor off!" I broke down, called Ant to tell him I just couldn't do this. He assured me that I wasn't only me, that we were in this together and that by the grace of God we would get through it....together.
 

    Well the NICU doctor was right. That apea monitor went off ALL the time! It was living nightmare. Camden would wake, we would feed him and finally get him back to sleep only for the monitor to go off 30 min after we all fell asleep for the vicious cycle to start all over again. Many early mornings after it had gone off multiple times, we would unplug him, put him on one of our chests and the other person would go back to sleep. The leads that had to be placed under his little arm pits would blister horribly. We were constantly trying to move the leads in a different spot on his chest, but it would just cause more false alarms. I could NEVER pull them off and always made Ant take them off and replace them. Ant and Admen were both troopers through the whole thing! In the end Camden did have 2 real apnea spells at home both being before his due date and was discharged at 3 months from it.
      Everything started to come together when my brother, Zack, brought my beautiful niece to meet us for the first time. I remember precisely when Tiffany was holding Camden and I was holding Ryleigh that I began to notice Ryleigh didn't make the same noises Camden made. Ryleigh's little chest wasn't rising and falling as hard as Camden's was, her neck wasn't sucking in like Camden's was. I brushed it off as he was "worked up" because he was overtired and ready for his nap. After they left I swaddled him, laid him down and after he fell asleep the sound became even louder! I goggled "respiratory distress" in infants and Camden's was showing a lot of the signs. I think Ant and I were both in denial and agreed that he had always made a lot of noise while he slept. I did record the noise on my phone just to have proof if we ended up of the docs. The next day I explained the whole situation to me one of my best friends, Alli, because Camden seemed even louder than the day before. I let her listen to the to the sounds I kept hearing and she immediately told me that it wasn't normal. I broke down realizing that I should have probably taken him to the doctor in the beginning and she immediately rushed over for me to take him in.
    It was too late in the afternoon for us to see our doc so we saw the nurse practitioner. She came in and didn't like the sound he was making. She noted his chest was retracting a little and his neck was sucking in. She decided something wasn't right but didn't think he was in respiratory distress because he "wasn't blue." She wanted to get his O2 stats so they tried to get a true reading and couldn't get one that she liked. She then decided to give him oxygen to see if his level rised, well they did. She then sent us over to the ER. The wonderful Chippenham ER took us immediately back and accessed Camden. They hooked him up to monitor him and his stats never dropped once. They made me feed him to monitor his O2 stats that never dropped. The nurses were totally confused why he "looked like he had respiratory distress symptoms but didn't seem to be in respiratory distress?" The ER doc shortly came in, accessed Camden, and immediately told us he thought it was tracheomalacia, there was really nothing they could do for us and to push for acid reflux meds. The nurse went and printed off info about it for us, told us to pursue an ENT, monitored him a little while longer, then sent us on our way.
        The next day we were off to see our doc to push for acid reflux meds which she prescribes and told us she thought Camden has laryngomalacia. Shortly after we were in with the ENT who scoped Camden by making me hold him down, sticking a tube down his nose into the back of his throat. The ENT said he definitely has moderate laryngomalacia and he wanted to see us every 4-6 weeks.  We went back at 3 months when Camden's noise seemed to be at its worst. You could literally hear him breathing in our bedroom upstairs all the way downstairs in the bathroom with BOTH doors shut. I remember the ENT coming in with eyes as big as quarters concerned at how loud Camden was. He scoped again to tell us there was no change and he was thinking of putting Camden to sleep to get a "good look." I remember instantly feeling sick to my stomach. He told us he was going to consult a specialist down at MCV and get back to us. In the mean time I contacted our doc who agreed with me that she thought it was totally unnecessary procedure at this point. I was sick for weeks until the ENT called me back and told me that MCV specialist doesn't perform these procedures unless the baby was one years old, turning blue or failing to thrive, and Camden was none of these. Praise the Lord! We decided to give Camden some time to HOPEFULLY outgrow some of his LM symptoms before we would allow the ENT to scope him again.
Alexander meeting Camden for the first time.
      So here we are at 7 months today. Camden is doing much better. Most people have never heard of LM. We also recently found out that LM is not something you outgrow like most websites say. Yes, most babies outgrow the symptoms, but it is a defect that is always there.  We are also still healing emotionally. The pain of the NICU stay, not being able to hold my helpless baby who had needles in his head, not being able to put him on my chest skin to skin, not being able to comfort him when he cried...all the the pain is still so fresh in our hearts and minds. All the horrific days and nights of apnea alarms going off are still so fresh in our thoughts. To this day Ant and I both jump at a loud beep when we are out in public. It's just recently that we can laugh about it when it happens. I have talked to people whose babies have outgrown their LM symptoms at 9 months, 18 months and 2.5 years old. It seems as though every baby's experience is a little different and they heal in God's perfect timing for them. So here we are waiting for Camden's perfect timing.
    Lastly, I wanted to share about how wonderful our Lord and Savior is. Night after night I found myself crying out asking why. Wasn't my pregnancy hard enough? Wasn't the NICU stay hard enough? Wasn't the apnea monitor hard enough? Now laryngomalacia? But oh the joy that filled my soul every time I put my trust in Him. He has give us strength that is unimaginable. He has brought me to my knees countless times and through it all has drawn me nearer to him. I never knew what is was like to be at the end of myself, to be heart broken, numb and simply done with life until Camden Thomas. Yet, through all the struggles, all the tears, all the heart ache, he has made me who I am today. When it felt like no one else was there in the NICU to comfort me He was, when Ant and I would lose it at night after we put Alexander down for bed He was there, when I would collapse into bed at night not wanting to go on I would plead with him and He was there....all along . He was there lifting me up, giving me strength and drying my tears. He gave my heart peace knowing that no matter what the circumstances He was in control. I remember a conversation I had with my older brother Jon when I wasn't sleeping at night worried Camden was going to stop breathing. "Sarah," he said. "You know our God is in control. You know he has his hand on Camden. He gives Camden EVERY breath he takes. You simply have to trust in him." I could never repay Jon of those words. Every night to this day I still crawl into bed asking the Lord to have his hand on Camden. I close my eyes at night and sleep knowing that MY GOD is in control. Praise the Lord that his grace is sufficient for me!
     Camden is definitely improving and sometimes I blissfully forget he has LM. His stridor returns with a vengeance every time he goes to cut another tooth. Right now he has 5! We were also told that his stridor would become pretty severe when he got sick. Our prayer is that he will outgrow all the symptoms by 1 year. Our sweet Camden brings us joy on a daily basis. Although life has been hard these past 7 months I simply couldn't imagine life without Camden. He is such a gift, a blessing, a MIRACLE.

Camden Thomas 7 months old

     

Here is website explaining Camden's condition: http://emedicine.medscape.com/article/1002527-overview
        

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Here's to 2012!

Hey yall! Thanks for visiting our page! I know I started a blog a while back and sent it out, but we can't seem to find it.....so we thought we would start a new. :)
  
    Where do we even manage to pick up? Ant and I have been on one crazy road journey since we got married back in August 2008. In 2009 we had our first baby about 11 months after getting married (SURPRISE!) and we moved in our first house. In 2010 we almost lost one the most amazing woman I ever met, my MIL, in a horrific car accident.  I can't even begin to tell you the heartache that our Fahed family experienced during this time.  I can't begin to tell you the tears that fell over the thought of loosing someone we couldn't even IMAGINE life without. Yet through it all the Lord was there. He gave her body strength to recover in ways unimaginable. And even though it is a journey she is still some what on the Lord is continuing to bless her and for that we are so THANKFUL! In 2011 after a long, painful and hard pregnancy, we gave birth to our second baby boy Camden Thomas. We too thought we might be loosing him as every time they brought him to us, they would then rush him away telling us he was stuggling to breath and not getting enough oxygen. I will tell his whole story in a whole other post. Neeless to say we are praying for a quiet year for 2012 .However, we know that what ever comes our way the Lord will be there. He will be there to to lift us up when the pain is to much to bare, to pick us up when we have fallen and dry out tears when they can't stop falling. We are ready for a new start! Here's to 2012! :)