Monday, December 10, 2012

Donuts

 Some of you may know that I got a sweet find at a garage sale this fall: a brand new, still-in-packaging DeLonghi deep fryer. The original sticker said $20, the sticker below it said $10, so I offered $5, and she looked relieved to have it gone. Between morning sickness and the initial fear of using a deep fryer, it has been sitting in our basement for over a month now. No longer!
 We broke in our fryer with donuts. And they were yummy. I made a very simple recipe that I won't post the link for. The measurements are all in ounces, which is very annoying, and I ended up changing it pretty drastically by the end. But it still worked.

The dough was rolled into small balls, then fried for 2-3 minutes. Just as in the description in Farmer Boy, the donuts really do flip over when one side is done cooking. Watching them sizzle was really cool. The amazing part was that they came out of the fryer almost dry. There was no big grease stain on the towel after we let them sit. I don't know why that is, but it sure doesn't speak well for McDonald's fries.
We rolled half of them in cinnamon/sugar mixture, and I attempted to glaze the other half. I need a little more practice in donut glazing, but I'm sure the kids won't mind.
They tasted amazing. They were not Krispy Kreme's, they were much more home-made tasting, and it was an improvement. They had a weight to them that made you not want to inhale the entire plate, which seems like a pro rather than a con. But they weren't heavy-gross, either (which is how I generally view cake donuts, though others in my house disagree.) That said, the plate was gone in about 2 minutes, and the kids begged for more.

After a maiden run, I think that was $5 well spent! Next on the list: coconut shrimp, chocolate glazed donuts, and cannoli!

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Hope update!

Hope had her 18 month half-birthday on Sunday. I know it's been a while since I've given you an update, so I took some pictures of her during one of her sessions with a therapist today to give you an update with.

Hope is doing very well. She is continuing to make forward progress, although it's slow. She learned to crawl this summer, right around 15 months. Because her muscles are so low-tone, the quality of her crawling is not great. Her legs do the splits more than the should, and she has a hard time lifting her head while crawling to see where she's going. That said, she is a master of figuring out shortcuts for these problems. She will crawl a little ways, then sit up so that she can remember what she was aiming for, go back down on all fours and keep going. She has also mastered this funny little swim-with-her-legs move, which the physical therapist hates. It involves putting her legs in directions they should not be able to go, and pushing with them, so that she really looks like she's swimming with her legs. It's hilarious, unless you're a therapist. Then it's alarming.
She can now pull up on furniture, and is working on her balance on her feet. We are hoping that she walks sooner rather than later, as that will put an end to her swim-crawl, which really is not good for her ligaments and joints. She has not needed any intervention other than therapy to this point to help her mobility. She wears these funny constricting pants (or she's supposed to, but mom is sometimes lax in enforcement) that help keep her legs in the right position while crawling and climbing. In the coming months, though, it looks like she will need little ankle and lower-leg braces to help her walk. Her muscles are just so loose that her ankles kind of fold over on themselves. A brace will help build those muscles up correctly, so that hopefully she would not need braces forever.
Cognitively, she is also doing well. Her receptive language (meaning her ability to understand and respond to us) is very good, almost up to her age-level. She can obey commands, and understand a lot of what she says. Her communication back, though, it severely delayed. It is actually her area of biggest delay, and it has kind of snuck up on us the last few months. We have been so focused on her gross motor skills, that nobody was too concerned about her speech. Now, we're concerned. She does not make any sounds other than grunting. She grunts with a lot of inflection, though, and is able to make her desires known. Our attempts at teaching her signs have been unsuccessful, as well. She was recently evaluated by a speech therapist, and that hour was very informative for me. The part of her brain that's damaged is her cerebellum, and one of the things that is affected is her ability to plan. With gross motor, this means that her brain can't really figure out all the steps needed to crawl--she's had to be taught them and her brain trained to know what's supposed to happen. We think this is what's happening with her speech. She understands us, her hearing is fine, and she can move her mouth and make noise, but somewhere, all the steps to make the sounds come out in the right order, with her breath behind them, at the right time, got lost. It's called a motor-planning deficit, and that explanation really fits with the way she communicates (or doesn't), along with the other problems she's had. In addition, because her motor skills are poor, it will be hard for her to learn to sign. She one sign she has consistently is "bye", where she will wave. We will probably continue to do some signing just as another way for her to understand us (both visual and aural), but don't really expect that she will be able to sign back. All that to say--we will be starting weekly speech therapy in the next few weeks. The therapist will work with her facial muscles and the motor planning to try to get her to speak, and will work with us to figure out alternative means of communication. In addition, when she does learn to speak a little more, there is a high probability that her speech will be a little slurred, simply because her muscles overall are so low-tone.

So that's the quick version. I feel like that is really a lot of bad news, though, and the reality of life with her is that we are all still completely enamored with her. She so stinkin' cute, and she does the funniest things. She will squawk at Rose for taking a toy or getting too close to her personal space. She'll give kisses. She'll wave bye-bye when she wants to be done eating. She plays peek-a-boo. She greets Dad when he walks in the door. When she wakes up in the morning, she spends a few minutes in bed with me, looking at a book. Then Ellie will come in and get her to go play in the school room. Ellie will pick her up, and wait for Hope to pull the door open so they can leave my room. Hope will wave to me as she goes.

We continue to be so thankful for her life. We will face the challenges in the upcoming months with her, and look for solutions, all the time knowing that she is a gift from God to us, in ways we can see now, and in ways we may only know in heaven.

Montana

Well, I've got a "Hope is 18 months" post for you, but first I'm going to subject you to other pictures I found when clearing off my flash card today.

As some of you know, we traveled a lot this summer. David and I went to Israel, by ourselves, for 10 days. Someday I might get around to putting up pictures from that amazing trip. 2 days after getting home, we started off on a whole-family adventure across the United States. We went first to Indiana, then to Montana, via Michigan, Missouri and Colorado (I know--they're not even close to each other). We spent 3 1/2 weeks at the cabin in Montana, and then returned to New Jersey via Indiana and Michigan. Along the way, my amazing husband defended his dissertation, earning the title "Dr." Pretty awesome.

Needless to say, while at the cabin, we spent a lot of time in the lake.



We also did some al fresco art on the deck. This was one of my favorite activities. We would go and find pinecones and other objects and bring them back and draw them. So cool.


Hope gained a lot of mobility at the cabin. She started crawling, and while she was not pulling up herself, she could hang on if you put her somewhere. She loved watching the kids from the deck. They'd jump in the water and yell her name, and she'd yell back at them.


The big kids all took turns tubing. After Carver, Laura was by far the most adventurous, until she got bounced around a little too much. After that, it was only slow for her.


Home sweet home.


And Carver caught his first fish! Montana is nobody's fool, and if you're not a resident, they charge you an arm and a leg for a fishing license. That was, by far, the most gourmet fish we'd ever eaten. Too bad Carver thought it was gross.


So there's a pictoral fly-by. Hope update coming next!

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Hope turns 1!

Wow, what a year it has been.
We went from this (post here for those of you who don't know the story):


To this:


To this:


And now, here we are, celebrating her first birthday! Such a miracle. What a gracious God we have!

(And yes, I did not have a "1" candle. She got Carver's leftovers from last year. She didn't mind, though, and Laura did a great job blowing it out.)

Friday, April 6, 2012

Fun with Wigs

I've been playing with my camera in manual mode a lot lately. I am learning to love it, but there's a fairly steep learning curve. I'm deleting a lot of pictures.I'm pretty happy with this bunch though--maybe just a little on the bright side.

The wigs were Wal Mart finds after Halloween this year. I think I got them for $1 each. They were a good thing to pull out to break up the boredom today. Unfortunately, we threw away the two that look like actual hair--they were shedding all over the place. Totally disgusting. The Pippi wigs will go into the dress-up bin, though--they should be fun for months to come.







Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Hope update!


Hope and I went and saw her new neurosurgeon today, and I've got great news to pass along! I'll start with a little bit of the back story, and then you'll think the news is just as great as I do :)
Since having her encephalocele removed, the only complication that we're looking for with Hope is hydrocephalus. Hydrocephalus is the enlarging of the ventricles of the brain (the spaces in the center of your brain where fluid is stored) due to an excess of cerebral spinal fluid. When this enlargement happens, the outer parts of the brain get smashed up against the skull, causing tissue loss and brain damage, usually global damage (involving everything--both physical and mental damage). The way that you can tell if someone has hydrocephalus is by looking for several warning signs: crankiness or changes in behavior, headaches, sleeping a lot, memory loss, eyes constantly looking down (sunsetting eyes), and forehead bulging (frontal bossing). In babies, because their skulls have not hardened yet, the first warning sign is often an extreme increase in head circumference, sometimes with few of the other signs. The only real way to tell, though, is to have an ultrasound done, or an MRI, which is much more precise. Hope and I had an MRI done before she was born, and then she had one done the day she was born. Since then, we have had 3 ultrasounds done, the last one being in November.

The treatment for hydrocephalus is to put in a shunt, a small tube that snakes between the lobes of the brain into those ventricles to drain the fluid. A tube then runs just under the skin of the neck and down into the abdominal cavity to drain that excess fluid. This surgery is life saving. A shunt will allow somebody who would otherwise suffer extreme brain damage and then death to have a long, normal life. But, the surgery itself is dangerous, with a higher mortality rate than the surgery Hope had to have her encephalocele removed. The shunt will also need care and replacing every decade or so. They can fail and they can become infected. Much like a lot of modern medicine, they are wonderful if you really need one, and a really bad idea if you don't.

In the 4 weeks after Hope's surgery, her ventricle size remained unchanged, which is when Dr. Young in Indiana told us that it was very unlikely that she would develop hydrocephalus and need a shunt. He said at that time that if she had hydrocephalus, it would have shown itself in that first month after surgery. We thought it was nothing less than a miracle that she would not need the shunt surgery, and were elated.

Then we moved and got a new doctor. We have spent the past 8 months being told something different every time we saw this woman. Based on her charting of Hope's head circumference, she was initially very concerned about hydrocephalus and encouraging an MRI to see what those ventricles looked like. Over the next few visits, she continued in this same vein, but each time the story was a little different. In December, I was told that Hope would likely need surgery in the spring, and that the doctor (in her brief office evaluation) saw sunsetting eyes and frontal bossing. She said that Hope's difficulty rolling and moving her head were due to the increased weight of having all that extra fluid in there. Then, in February, she said that the frontal bossing was mild, and hydrocephalus unlikely. All the while, Hope's head circumferences, which I was also taking at home every week, were hovering around the 90th to 95th percentile.

David and I were very uncomfortable with her waffling, her quick office evaluations of Hope, and her brushing aside of my concerns. We saw none of the external signs of hydrocephalus. Her eyes looked fine to us. Her head is funny shaped, but that can be explained by the fact that she has a very flat side from being positioned on one side for a long time. She was not losing ground developmentally, she was sleeping a normal amount, and she was not cranky. Her head is hard to hold up because she had all the muscles across the top of her neck cut! We really struggled with the idea that we would jump into surgery just based on a head circumference. The doctor told us to plan on doing an MRI in April, which we were fine with--after all, that would provide us the numbers that we need to compare with the MRI done at her birth.

After all this frustration, we also came to grips with the fact that she was not covered by our insurance, and that our insurance was not going to make an exception for us. That gave me the excuse to go out and find another doctor. I did some googling (since our doctor's office would not give us a name of another doctor, instead insisting that somehow, some way, our insurance must make an exception for us), and called a pediatric neurosurgeon at Columbia's medical center in the city. I explained our situation, and they got me in at a satellite office here in New Jersey that the doctor visits once a month. Hope and I went this morning, armed with reports from her birth and surgery, pictures, and copies of her MRI and ultrasounds on CDs.

The doctor was wonderful. His name is Dr. Feldstein, and he's an older man. He came out into the waiting room to get Hope, and then carried my bag for me while I carried Hope back to his office. He sat me down, asked questions about her history, writing down the answers by hand on a piece of paper. He then pulled up her most recent ultrasound on his laptop and walked me through the pictures. Then he measured her head. I watched, and he got the same measurement that I had been getting. He sat down and plugged it into his head circumference chart. He looked up at me, took her head circumference again, and then asked a few more questions about where the percentiles have been in the past few months. I told him how they had been at 40 when she was born, but had jumped up to 90 at some point, and stayed there ever since. He looked at his chart again, and said, "My calculations say below the 50th percentile. There is no way I would do shunt surgery on a baby with a head that small." I tried not to let my jaw hit the floor while he explained that there are several different manufacturers of these head circumference percentile charts, and with numbers this small, sometimes the variation is just that much.

I almost cried right there. I still feel pretty stunned. I asked him a few more questions, and he confirmed everything that David and I have been thinking. She is showing no signs of hydrocephalus because she does not have it. Dr. Feldstein even walked me through her ultrasound--showing me how her ventricles are large, but no larger than when she was born. They are not getting progressively larger. In fact, there is enough fluid around the exterior of her brain to indicate that there is no brain smooshing happening. He said that this is consistent with what he has seen in encephalocele babies--sometimes they just have a little bit more fluid in there.

He explained that he wants to see her about every 4 months for the next two years, just to check her, but that it is extremely unlikely that she would develop hydrocephalus. At age 3, he would consider her out of the woods. He started to walk us out the door, but I stopped and asked if he would like to have an MRI done, since that is what our last doctor had been recommending. His response? "I see nothing to indicate that there is anything wrong with her. Unless you and your husband have a strong desire to have the test done, I see no need to subject her to the dangers of the sedation and cost to do the test."

What an answer to prayer! I know that many of you were praying for us today, and I hope that God was glorified by showing Himself merciful to us. We have struggled to find doctors that we feel are actually concerned about Hope. More often than not, I have felt much closer to a cog in a machine than a person with a real, potentially life-threatening problem. I am so, so thankful for the visit today and the way God opened to door to find this doctor. David and I feel encouraged in our resolve to, in a sense, guard Hope from the medical profession. We are her parents, we know her better than anyone, and she was a heavenly gift to us. We may not have medical degrees, but we pray for wisdom regarding her and will continue to fight for her best interests. We thank God for our sweet baby!

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Flash Card Clean-Up

This is a random group of pictures, including ones from:
The weekend David and I had to ourselves (well, with Hope)in the city. We went and checkout out Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty, among other things:



Rose, doing her absolute favorite thing in the world:

A trip we took with the kids into the city. We drove to Staten Island and then took the (free!) ferry into Manhattan, ending up down in the Wall Street area. The ferry goes right by the Statue of Liberty, so they got a kick out of that:


Carver, on a hike in a park close to our house. The hike goes pretty high up, and at the top you can see the Manhattan skyline.