A Happier Post

Hi! You are still here! Infrequent blogging has chased away more readers this way. Wouldn't you agree it's passed time for a new post? Something, let's say, more happy to be greeted by than that drab title, "The Big Bad Seizure".

That weekend was a perfect illustration of the expression “Caught Between a Rock and a Hard Place.”

The reality was choosing between two sucky options. And really it's the situation that makes it sucky more than the choices, for I feel confident in the direction we have chosen.

One of the worst parts of being a parent of a medically complexed child is the decisions. I am the researcher of therapies, diagnoses, and drugs. I’ve spoken up time and time again in doctor’s offices. I spend sometimes hours late in the night on the computer trying to find the right answers and digging even more when those answers I find are too pat.

But sometimes there’s no great option - there’s no clear choice - but there’s still a decision to be made.

And a jury waiting to pass judgment on the decision.

For us last week we wrestled in the choice whether to place Cayman on a seizure medication or not.

We chose NOT.

Don't mistake that as a choice that we are doing nothing. If those were the only two options - do nothing or take the seizure med - most definitely we would have chosen the seizure medication. For the level of concern for the seizure Cayman had a week ago calls for preparation and prevention.

But I feel really lucky that there's another option available to us, found in the most unlikely place. Another doctor with several phd's behind his name, who gave up teaching to start his own business and has been successfully running it over 25 years. Dr. Saunders chose to practice homeopathic over medical because there's health found in it. Medication only masks the problem until another one eventually pops up. Cayman is on homeopathic medicine that as a newborn was successful at taking away her seizures and hopefully it'll continue with good results now. The best part, no side effects! Just a healthier working brain in the end and a happy, feeling good Cayman. She is doing real good and thus far we have seen no more seizures since that last big one. *Fingers crossed* in hopes there will be no more.

There is oodles of pictures on my camera that need to make their way to my computer and ideally onto this 'ol blog of mine. But that will not be happening for this post. Both kids are watching a Signing Time video right now. They're quiet and calm but soon they will erupt like Vesuvius. And when that happens I do not want to be found in the middle of a post. I have lost more good posts that way, starting many but not finishing them.

And since blogging without pictures, or a video, is just so boring, I pulled out from the saved files a quick topic I planned to blog about sometime ago.

I think it is humorous the way my children love the vacuum cleaner!! It's a huge attraction around here.

Cayman cheers, "Yay!" when I turn it on.

Kobe chases after it. He'd ride the thing if I'd let him.

I always thought children were afraid of these noisy household appliances.

I recall an entry a friend of mine wrote years ago, before I became a mother. A fantastic mother she is, one of the best I know! But does not abound in domestic abilities. She vacuums the floors as little as possible. House work is not appealing to her and is easy to push off til later. As a result, she wrote, her lack of vacuuming caused her baby boy to be terrified of the vacuum cleaner, crying in fear every time it turned on.

If it is frequent exposure to create comfort for babies over these noisy domestic chores then thanks to having a house for sale my children are now crazy-vacuum-cleaning-lovers, as I am held accountable to sweep around here repeatedly. You would think it was the best part of their day when I pull out from broom closet the yellow Dyson and turn on the noisy vortex of cleaning.

Secretly, I kind of like it too. A clean house makes me happy.