It's Time to Share the Good, Me Thinks.....

Well hello strangers! Or is it I, that is the stranger here? I AM strange - so maybe that counts for something. Anyway, on to the more pressing matters. I was going to write about my feelings on yet another viral posting on food allergy haters. I'm already bothered that the "bullied" have become the bullies in this scenario, but I'm not going to rant/vent on that. INSTEAD, I'm going to tell you a story of hope (I hope).

If you go back on my blog, you will see, it's not been an easy road for us - there have road blocks, persons being intentionally difficult and there have been times I felt like hiding inside my home and not coming out. Throughout most of those difficult times, there has been something wonderful though - Liv's school staff. Did it take an act of Congress to get her enrolled in school? Almost (I mean that literally). Do I think I've ever gotten through to her principal, about what it means to care for Liv? Probably not. Have her teachers, aides, school nurse, school secretary, parent volunteers and almost everybody else that cross her path protected her, cared for her and loved her like her own? You betcha.

Liv's first experience at her current school, was preschool. This is separate from the elementary, but shares the name and location. Her Director there could not have been more of an ally. She heard my concerns and she didn't bat an eye. She walked me RIGHT over (yes, that moment) to the teachers that would be in Liv's room.  These women would be the first, in a school setting, that I would experience. Would they cringe, would they tell me I had no right to ask for accommodations, would they tell me there was no way....? Nope. They looked at one another, looked at me and then looked at Liv - and they said, "We've got this. Give us a week to gather our thoughts, on how to best protect her, and we'll be in touch." They were in touch, and they came up with a plan that I just didn't even know was feasible in a classroom setting and one I never dared thought I could ask for. During the middle of that school year, Liv would have her tonsils out. Not only was her preschool staff concerned - the Director drove the hour and a half to the hospital...she surprised us in pre-op with some stuff to keep Liv busy there in the hospital and with a sign from her classmates. That was my first introduction to school and my food allergic child. Thank goodness for them - they are angels. Every time I see them, they still greet me with a smile and ask about Liv.

Liv with one of her Preschool teachers.

After preschool, and going into Kindergarten I hoped for much the same. Well, did I get slapped in the face with some hurdles there! You can read about those another time though (in earlier posts). We got over the hurdle and I met the staff that would be responsible for Liv's school experiences. In my first meeting with this staff, they all stared in bewilderment....what did Liv's health mean for them? How could they reasonably accommodate her, why did we have to walk into their school? Yes, you could read most of those thoughts in their faces...then something happened, their faces changed. They looked over at Liv who was peacefully coloring and listening in (she's been to every 504 meeting thus far). They saw it - the child who looked so "normal" on the outside, but clearly had some health needs. A collective deep breath was taken and then a meeting that lasted hours ensued. Ideas came pouring out from each of us and put to paper. We each took that paper home, read through the ideas and came back together a bit later to weed out the unnecessary and fine tune the necessary. They played the role of devil's advocate and played it well. This still meant I had parents to meet/work with. I was nervous going in, I won't lie, but I wouldn't trade that for what I got in return! These parents didn't understand food allergies in the way Liv's present - but they had zero issues with learning, protecting and becoming proactive! Did Liv have a successful year? Yes. She missed a lot of school due to illness, but in our world, that's pretty normal and to be expected.

Graduating from Kindergarten!!

First Grade: This was going to be a challenging grade. It was the first year we had the lunch room to contend with. I can't even, adequately, put into words the anxiety this brought on for me. I was terrified, pure and simple. So, at the end of Kindergarten all of us from the first meeting came together again at the end of the year, this time with Liv's future First Grade teacher. There it was again - that wide-eyed look of terror over having Liv in her class. This time, there was another teacher in the room to put her hand on the shoulder of the new teacher, telling her, "It's gonna be great, she's a great kid and her accommodations are not only doable, but become habit and so easily part of the day." The Kindergarten teacher then made her exit as we talked lunch room. Several ideas were shot down as quickly as we thought of them (shot down by all of us), but some had weight to them and are in place to this day. A week before the First Grade school year began, we met up for a less formal 504 meeting - just to fine tune the details, and the Specials (Art, P.E, Music) teachers popped by, much to my surprise! They too, wanted to know the fine details and be a present part of these proceedings. Again, a year that really went well - teacher got it, parents go it, staff was a team WITH me. This was the year that I realized Liv's peers were her advocates and allies - they even took notice and went the extra mile, all to ensure their friend's safety and inclusion in all they did.

Special delivery from her 1st grade aide, on her birthday!

This past year was Second Grade for Liv and would prove to be the most pivotal year yet. Her teacher was not only somebody that I already knew as she taught Tai several years prior - but my family knows her. She knew of Liv's health concerns, she knew Liv was going to be challenging and she requested Liv be in her class. There was no look of shock or bewilderment - sure some was a bit overwhelming at first, but she knew what she was getting into for the most part and she wanted my child to be in her class. She took all the necessary precautions like all the teachers prior. Once, after a lockdown in the school, I asked out of concern - what if Liv needed emergency help...her teacher looked me in the eye and told me, "Billie, I won't be leaving her side for a moment and I can tell you with certainty...if her life were on the line and it meant me breaking protocol and losing my job, to save her...she would be just fine and I may need a place to live." She joked at the end, but she meant that and I knew it. This teacher texted me throughout the year checking on Liv when she was out sick, or had an important Dr visit. She even showed a child level educational video on food allergies in Liv's class and then opened up the room to Q& A session with Liv. She didn't just care for Liv, she empowered her. She gave her ownership of her food allergies and this gave Liv's peers understanding vs fear of Liv's needs.  Again, another successful year of staff, parents and myself being on one team - for all of our children. I could honestly go on for days and days about her second grade teacher as she was so much more than I'd anticipated for Liv, and that's saying a lot considering I already knew she was amazing.

Halloween in 2nd grade!

And throughout all of the elementary years, at so very many meetings there has been the support staff: Secretaries, Counselor, School Nurse, District Area Nurse, District Director of Health Services, Specials (Art, P.E., Music) Teachers and Aides. These folks have done it all, from being a shoulder to lean on, being actively involved/concerned with Liv's hospital/Dr visits and medical tests. They've sent her home with flowers and even had flowers delivered on her Birthday.

 Flowers given to her by one of the school secretaries, just because. :)

All of this crazy long post is simply to put it out there - school is not always a nightmare scenario for Food Allergic children (or those like Liv that are also chronically ill). It's not always easy, there are a LOT of meetings, lots of phone calls, emails and hard work involved, but it has been my pleasure working with Liv's school. It can (and should) be a wonderful journey that is educational, encouraging, inclusive, empowering and full of wonderful happy memories. Thus far, that's been the experience for us, and I wish it to all of you as well!

Liv on the far left...on the last week of 1st grade on a field trip, saying goodbye to 1st grade and HELLO SUMMER! 

**This blog has been brought to you by a friend stating that "It's human nature to complain." Maybe she's right, but I took that as a challenge and my son's favorite saying came to mind, "CHALLENGE ACCEPTED." This is me not complaining and this is me spreading the good that can come from an FA child in public school settings.**

The Bad, The Good & The Thought Vomit? Ew...

Just a late night rant/vent/thought vomit (you're welcome for the visual).

I wonder how many other parents of chronically ill children find themselves with a very limited number of friends; if any at all (Specifically those working with hidden disabilities; FA parents, Eczema parents, Asthma parents, Autism Parents, so on and so forth).  I mean, it's hard to have a social or work life when more often that not, you need to cancel plans with little to no notice. Making play dates with an FA child is one of those things that I'm always torn about; do I ask the other parent(s) to accommodate my child regardless of how difficult that may be for them or do I beg them to make a 'food-centric' time well...sans food? Going back to canceled plans, how do you tell a friend, co-worker, boss, teacher, family member or really anybody that you have to cancel plans because your child is having an eczema flare? Come on, I'm part of the real world and I try to keep things real - who would believe that eczema could interrupt every aspect of life (outside of other eczema parents, of course)?! How numb can a person become to the look that a person gives you saying, "uh, yeah, eczema...sure," or the tone and change of voice you hear when they say, "Oh, poor child...," but it really sounds more like, "Hrmm...canceling again, suuuper."

I wonder how many parents of chronically ill children have to stay home with them out of necessity or work places not being able to accommodate the needs of an employee's chronically ill child. If you've been reading my blog through the years - you know I've been given the choice of being with my hospitalized child or losing my job...sadly, more than once. I wonder how many other parents like me, find themselves wondering if they're letting all other responsibilities down...such as school, siblings, work, etc...

On the positive side - my social life may be less than amazing, but the friendships I've made, via different online forums for other parents in similar situations to myself,  are too many to count. The friendships that I've formed on a certain "mommy board" when Liv was an infant have thrived through the years, with some of the most compassionate and caring women I could ever imagine touching my life. My son is a clear example of some of the things I'm (hopefully) getting right; he's this intelligent, kind, considerate, confident and selfless young man. My son will (usually) willingly sit down and just chat me up about a book, a class assignment, a Scout accomplishment/activity, future intentions and as far as I can tell, is fairly open with me - that's something I treasure so much.

If I haven't tooted my own horn enough in the previous paragraph, I'd like to think I've touched the lives of others myself. I'd like to think that through our trials, others have learned. I can be rough around the edges, sarcastic, stubborn, stretched thin (too bad this is figurative and not literal, d'oh) but at the end of the day - I regret nothing about where I am in life. I wouldn't trade the blessings I've received through the struggles for one single moment - if everything else sometimes feels like it's falling apart, but I have my faith and my little family; I am and have enough.  I began this "thought vomit" (yeah, that's gonna be a "thing" for me now, ha) feeling frustrated and thinking somehow I was failing at far too much, but this has really been the perspective I needed. Mission accomplished.

The Twisted Road to the Struggles Unseen

Oh hello, I do have a blog, don't I? Yes, I rarely keep it up and I rarely write on a regular basis; I know. Life gets in the way most times.

Really, I'm just writing to get it all out; out what's in my head (Thank you 4 Non Blondes; for that line). I've recently had a revelation and I'm just trying to digest it all. What is this latest of my many revelations? My youngest child is special needs.

How does a food allergic/asthmatic with eczema become special needs?  By having some of the most severe forms of each of those and throw in a case of Vocal Cord Dysfunction that is not near as controlled as we need to get it. (Read about VCD here.) The aforementioned diagnoses are the cake we call life; Liv's anxiety is the most delicious frosting on our cake. I will say, I have had a front row seat to see just how powerful the mind really is - since beginning counseling for anxiety, Liv has really made many strides in all aspects of her diagnoses and life in general. As I often say, food allergies are rarely as simple as what meets the eye.

Liv is what is known as a chronically ill child; her Dr informed me last year she should be part of the Starlight Child program. I looked into it, and that was about as far as I went. How could my child that is so rambunctious, joyful and full of LIFE, be special needs? How is it by the end of each school year, I look back and realize she's missed more than 30 days of school (with countless early dismissals due to falling ill or Dr appts)? It's no wonder we're all so exhausted and ready for summer; we've spent the better part of the years being behind and trying to get makeup work done and turned in (while keeping on top of current work). The thing is, Liv gets sick, she gets really sick and it happens often. To keep on top of her health, there is a ton of maintenance - at home and in clinic.

Now, more to the point of what I want to say. I'm not writing this out to complain, please don't misunderstand me on that. I'm writing this to remind folks that we all have battles that are unseen on the surface. I see jokes about food allergies or asthma, and I can laugh at them; I have a seriously wicked and twisted sense of humor. What I cannot listen to or tolerate is seeing my fellow mothers being judged and so harshly. I hear that mothers like my fellow asthma/allergy moms are "helicopter moms" and while I can see how somebody on the outside may think that; I highly doubt many of them would be able to trade lives too easily. I don't believe I'm any better than the next mother, but I do believe that given the choice - the mother or anybody judging my life wouldn't trade places for a moment.

There are days it's exhausting just to keep everybody fed and the dog walked, let alone get work done and an even smaller chance of free time (I'm stealing time that I should be using to walk the dog, he's lazy anyway ;) ). To know that so much energy goes into the lives of allergic children and to see my fellow moms struggle SO much to get schools to understand that our kids need certain accommodations makes me angry. To make schools understand that our rambunctious children could be taken from us due to one mistaken bite of allergic food (or even contact with it), is so difficult. Why? When I watched my child do a challenge to baked egg (which mutates the protein and dilutes it among many other ingredients), and go into anaphylaxis by her 3rd dose is heartbreaking. Those three doses didn't equal one full bite of a muffin and she went down fast. Within minutes she'd vomited twice, sneezed uncontrollably (more than 16 sneezes back to back), eyes were watering, coughing along with the sneezing and then it happened...her blood pressure plummeted. Her blood pressure plummeted after a dose of Epinepherine - Epi should cause the heart to race; Liv was in full anaphylaxis and the whole thing first to last symptom (before Epi began working) was within 7 minutes. Seven terrifying minutes that I could NOT imagine happening in a school that denied my child her rights to have a food free classroom and immediate access to her medication. Can you imagine that? Sadly, I'm seeing so many mother's go through this very ordeal with their schools and fellow parents...and today, I'm not sad, not complaining, not hopeless - I am strong, I am standing up and I am ANGRY.

I could go on and on, but lucky for you, the dog's walk time is ending and I must get myself to the school and meet with staff regarding the next school year, that should be fun, especially considering my mindset with schools right now (Liv's teacher being the extraordinary exception, I do have to say that...she's wonderful!). Before I go a shout out to the moms of the world. To the moms with struggles unseen on the surface or seen on the surface - hats off to you for all that you do.