Snow Fun!!

So Dallas got this AWESOME snowstorm a couple weeks ago! We have not EVER seen snow like this here (it's been since the year I was born that we've had such a snowfall in a short time) I think our town got 6-8 inches which is unheard of. But it just snowed and snowed and snowed pretty much straight for an entire day. And we're talking the nice fluffy packable stuff not the wet or icy stuff.

Needless to say we ran our dryer often while playing outside. We'd soak one set of clothes, put them in the dryer and get a new dry set on. We LOVED playing in it!!

Day 1:
Kaitlyn still was able to have school but Sam and Lindsey had fun in the backyard. They loved filling buckets with the snow, making tracks in the backyard and discovering that snow was something you could ball up and throw at the house and Mom won't get mad at you!!

Day 2:

Was finally a "snow day" for Kaitlyn so she had the day off (this was devastating by the way because it was the Friday before Valentines day and therefore the class party and she'd decorated a box and made valentine treats and insisted that since Dad had driven to work, we could make it to her school--I pointed out that she'd be the only one there!!--the snow fun quickly solved any concern though!)Breakfast was an appropriate pancakes and hot chocolate! YUM!!

The kids REALLY wanted to make a snowman....

(This is Kaitlyn's personal attempt at a tiny one in our yard)

I however had never made one and our snow gear definitely left something to be desired as Sam or Linds didn't have matching pairs of gloves and shoes were kind of an issue. I was skeptical of how long we'd last outside if we wanted to make a halfway decent snowman....So I was thankful when my parents called and invited us over for snow play in their large backyard and some lunch! What was better was that they had some extra snow gear (why? I have no idea where my So Cal parents scrounged up so many hats, scarves, mittens and boots) but it was just the thing we needed for an extended play time.We made snow angels, threw snowballs at each other and built FRUITY the long awaited snowman! Thankfully Grandpa and Aunt Summer had had some snowman experience and Uncle Ben is a genius so we got a pretty decent snowman. Lindsey was an expert packer of snow, Sam loved using the shovel (a bit too much--you know him and tools--just like his DAD) and this was the end result:

And the hardworking crew with their masterpiece:

Update....totally confused

For those of you who read my last post and are dying to know the outcome....

We're still searching!

The biopsy came back "normal" which is totally baffling! We felt so much peace about the procedure to test and felt like this was finally the answer we've been needing for months and years and it's not. We're pretty bummed!

So that was only the first test, the next one we'll be doing this Thursday, it's a sweat chloride test to see if Sam has Cystic Fibrosis (I know way out there right?) that's what we think too but it's part of the set things to test for, a small number of kids with Sam's issues will only manifest the constipation issues so we'll jump through the hoop. After this who knows?

We're told it could just be low motility so in the meantime we're on some pretty strong laxatives making him REAL regular and then maybe we'll just have to find a way to get him on a set pooping schedule--won't that be fun? We'll keep you posted and thanks for your prayers!

And finally some Answers.....

***Sorry for the long post, but I needed to get this out and many of you are aware of this story so this might be of interest to you***

Hirschprungs Disease?!?!?! Yes, this quite possibly could be the answer to one of the biggest stress points of my life over the past few months.....(and years?!?!)

Let me back up. April 2006 brought a wonderful blessing to our family in the birth of Samuel Stephen. His delivery went great, but the next few days, weeks and months were some of the roughest for me.
First off, he wouldn't eat, didn't want to. Then he wasn't pooping the maconium poop that most babies do. Then after 12 hours or so he started spitting up this green mucous like bile. (gross right?--well more alarming than gross). Our pediatrician didn't wait and immediately got a neo-natologist involved and Sam was wisked off to the N-ICU to monitor him. We quickly got him a blessing (which forced us to decide on a name because we were torn between 2) and off he went. Stephen didn't leave his side as they hooked him up to an IV, a tube to pump his stomach and a few other things. Compared to the other babies in the N-ICU he looked great, but to us it was scary. I wasn't allowed to feed him and they began x-raying his digestive system every few hours looking to see what the problem was.After about a day in the N-ICU he finally showed signs of movement in his digestive tract, we gave him a bunch of stool softeners and he cleaned out his system. He was jaundiced but keeping down what we were feeding him by this point and they let me bring him home within the next day (3 days after he was born)But things were still not over, he was miserable! He would just scream and pull his legs up into a ball, we had a hard time teaching him to nurse and he seemed to prefer the bottle but was still very uncomfortable.

The first few months were LONG, he cried A LOT, seeming to be in so much pain, he'd only sleep if I held him so the baby carrier became a constant accessory. And he wasn't gaining too much weight. He didn't look healthy!

(Sam on his blessing day--2 months old)

Then there was the projectile vomiting. It seemed to happen a bit too frequently so we went into the doctor. He went on some medicine which seemed to help a bit at first. He was finally able to keep his food down better BUT he wasn't pooping. He would go days without pooping and just cry from being uncomfortable. So we began giving him suppositories every 2-3 days to help him clean his system out. An assumed side effect from the medicine.

This was my life for the first year of Sam's life. He just had one issue after another! By about 9 months his reflux had seemed to subside and he was never a great nurser so we weaned him. When I finally gave up nursing (and immediately got pregnant with Lindz--surprise!) his tummy didn't like regular milk and we assumed lactose intolerance and changed his diet yet again.

But for the most part we'd figured out the digestive issues, or so it seems.

FAST FORWARD TO AGE 3!!

A few months after turning 3 we attempted potty training. He took a couple weeks to pee but since June or July of last year he's been peeing like a champ!! Even dry through the night really quick into the process.

BUT SAM has NEVER had a successful BM in the TOILET. Can I stress NEVER enough?!?! We've tried everything: teaching him about the process, making him sit for long periods of time on both the regular potty and the training potty, reward charts with stickers, going comando, just taking a break and letting it happen when it should. We've fasted, prayed and he himself has even prayed in his personal night-time prayers "PLEASE HEAVENLY FATHER HELP ME LEARN HOW TO POOP" (doesn't that just break your heart?) We've tried to be really patient and not make this a punishable behavior. Pooping had just been his "thing" since birth, why should we be surprised that it was taking him a bit longer than most? But was it just that?

At this point it was becoming a social issue with Sam. He's been made fun of at a play date when he'd had an accident. He's ready for pre-school and I can't send him until he's mastered these life skills. And lets remember that I'm about to have a baby, and having 3 children who need help in this area is enough to make any mom a bit crazy--we were desperate!!

So last month (January--8 LONG months of no pooping success) I pull out all the stops and begin using suppositories again when I knew he needed to have a BM and letting him sit on a training potty all relaxed in front of the TV. He HATED having it put in and when I told him that he could push it out, he couldn't. (BELLS GOING OFF IN MY HEAD!!!) He can't control these muscles, he CAN'T do what we're asking him to do.

Off to the doctors. Last week Stephen and I went in together and let Sam wait in the waiting room with my mom so that we could talk openly with the doctor. He listened!! And agreed that there seemed to be a bigger problem going on. We were referred to a Pediatric Gastro-intenologist. Sam had another blessing and we enlisted the prayers of many friends and family.

I was worried at first that he wasn't going to believe me and just think I was a mom not giving my kid enough time to figure out the pooping part of potty training but that's not what happened at all. I started with Sam's history of being impacted when he was born. Dr. Brown was VERY interested. He asked what was done and I told him. Then I continued on with his history.....

His assessment: it sounds like Hirshcprungs Disease. A condition where the nerves don't form at the end of your rectum and you therefore have no sensation. Usually tests are done on infants that don't poop for 36-48 hours after birth but Sam was able to poop before that (with some help of course) and so the tests were never done. A very specific biopsy test (will be done Monday) to confirm if he indeed has this, but if he does then a simple surgery will be done to reach up and pull part of his colon down and cover the affected area to let it have nerves that work and WHA-LA he should be able to poop like a normal kid.

We don't know if this is indeed what is going on but it feels like the missing piece to the puzzle that we've been searching for for MONTHS and years.

Part of me feels REALLY guilty that I didn't follow my gut more when he was so little and it didn't seem that the reflux treatment was working and I had that nagging feeling that something more was at play. But I was frazzled, exhausted, and had a "difficult and colicky baby". The pediatrician was willing to send me to a GI specialist but I was told nothing would be done because at that point he was a healthy weight and keeping things down. I just keep thinking of all the pain he would have been spared, about all the bouts of crying when he was trying to tell me something was wrong and I didn't listen. AND all the hassle our family would have been spared had we known then and treated it then.

Let's hope this is the ANSWER WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR!! Keeping our fingers crossed for Monday.