Tuesday, July 31, 2012

The Road is Long


We're in a recession. Has anyone else noticed? Well, my family has. Throw in two years of playing "Mystery Diagnosis" with my husband’s health, one very expensive, semi-successful spinal surgery, and a new baby and we are in deep to put it lightly. 


Two and a half years ago my husband started having asthma attacks. No big deal (well, ok a big deal, but not unheard of. He's had asthma his whole life). His asthma had been under control for a long time so it was a surprise to us. For the next year we spent hundreds of dollars trying to figure out why he wasn't getting his asthma under control. He had so many asthma attacks at work that he was forced to resign, leaving me to be the sole breadwinner in our house. A teachers salary ha ha. We had been married 6 months.
See how happy we are? 
This is our honeymoon. 

He was also in a lot of back pain. Excruciating actually. Ibuprofen barely made a dent. Doctors had told him to see a general practioner to figure out why he was in pain with the hope that, since nothing else was solving his asthma, maybe pain was his "trigger;" that solving one problem would, in turn, fix the other. We went to several more doctors who had no answers for him. We finally figured out that he was allergic to NSAIDS (ibuprofen, aspirin, naproxen. Basically anything over the counter except Tylenol). Still, there was no answer for why he was in so much pain. One doctor even went so far as to tell him that he could "spend tens of thousands of dollars running tests to find out what was wrong with him and we would never find anything because it was in his head." That’s a direct quote that came about a year and half into our journey. I was 3 months pregnant. I know right? Just to add a little pressure. 

He was also developing some disturbing new symptoms, including but not limited to: tingling, numbness, pins and needles in his foot and flashes of light. All of these symptoms were getting worse and fast. In November we finally got a diagnosis (after spending about two weeks thinking he had Multiple Sclerosis). The MS specialist did something not one of the twelve other doctors (yes, twelve) had thought to do. He took a contrasting MRI of his neck. Turns out he had three (yes, three) herniated disks in his neck. He was in surgery twelve days later. By the time he went into surgery he was using a wheelchair on a daily basis, I was almost 8 months pregnant and we had moved in with his parents to help shoulder some of the financial burden.

In his neck brace post-surgery, pre-baby

He improved well for a little while, but once Wiggles was born he worked way too hard taking care of her than he should and set his recovery way back. We're still searching for answers as to why he's not better than he is now. He still is in a lot of pain, but he is able to work again after more than two years. There are some jobs he can't do. No heavy lifting or standing all day, but office work he can do. But I don't know if you have noticed, there aren't many of those jobs to be had. And after a year of living with his parents I think all five of us are ready for a new living arrangement. 

See how he's bending over to love his littel girl?
 This was taken her first night home and 7 weeks post suregery. 
He'd had his brace off for only 3 weeks.

Ok, now the point. It's been a hard few years. It has been a test of our relationship and a huge test of my faith in God. I would like to take the next few posts to share with you the things that I have learned over the last few years. Stay tuned! Maybe if you can learn these through me, God won't have to teach you in your life.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

A Trip to the Pool and Down Memory Lane

On Tuesday we took Wiggles on her first swimming outing! We took her to the pool where I had my first job. I was so excited! Wiggles was clueless but I was nearly skipping.

I mean, I grew up swimming in this pool! Starting at about age five I was at this pool roughly 6 hours a day all summer long. 7am for swim team (yup, they've got swim team for littles, just for fun though, not to be competative), open swim for three hours in the afternoon (no lie) and swim lessons in the evening. Sometimes we would even stay for the evening swim were Mom and Dad would join us.

To tell the truth it wasn't just me, it was me, my sister and another pair of sisters who we met in pre-school of all places (the four of us are still extremely close to this day). The four of us were the local pool rats. It was only fitting that when I came of age (ok, when I turned 15, not exactly "of age," but it felt like a milestone) I started teaching swim lessons. I spent 6 happy summers in the pool's employ and now I am passing on that love to my little one. It was sureal and exciting.

Here's Wiggle's First reaction

She was a little unsure, but I was so gungho it didn't phase me. Here's what hapened when we went a little deeper:

I know it's small, but those are real tears.

 She was very unhappy until Mel (one of the sister friends mentioned above) brought her a fishy. Then life was a little better. Anyway, we had a great time. It was warm and sunny and I think maybe we'll have a little water baby on our hands! Well, maybe after a few more pool visits. Wiggles tends to take a little bit of time to warm up to things. She's her Mama's girl!

Family picture. 
Notice Wiggles is holding onto that toy for dear life? Flash forward to thirty seconds later when I took it away because we were leaving and there was much screaming and many tears. Poor girl. Her nap was a little too short that day and I think I had pushed her to the breaking point with all the new and exciting things we had done that day.

All in all though, it was a perfect summer day!