Perform It.

I want to start this blog with a praise report! Malachi’s seizures have calmed back down to his normal and he is acting so much more like himself.

He has lots and lots of opinions these days and the medication increase does not seem to have affected his communication skills and quality of life. He is still staying up incredibly late due to a few nighttime seizures but they are his “old” type that we are used to- not those beastly ones we have been fighting recently.

Malachi just keeps growing and growing! He is so long legged now and trying to position him on my lap makes me laugh. Both boys head to the GI doc this week for weigh ins and g-tube checks and I am curious what the doctor will have to say about Malachi’s weight gain and height.

Levi is also growing by the day and starting to look like such a big boy.

He keeps us laughing and is at a phase where he gets us in trouble often with the things he repeats to others outside of our four walls. But he has the sweetest little heart for others. And a genuinely great sense of humor.

The boys did some kite flying with dad last week where there was zero wind, so Jake had to put in some extra effort. Here is a quick video for you to enjoy!

In one week Levi and I will be heading to Cincinnati for his pre-op appointments and surgery. I think I have mentioned this in previous posts, but since I can’t remember how thoroughly I explained it I will try again.

Levi has an extremely rare condition he was born with called Congenital (from birth) Idiopathic (unknown cause) Bilateral (both) Vocal Cord Paralysis. He is past the age that they will spontaneously “wake up” so this is a permanent, lifelong condition that will continue to require surgeries throughout his life. Until he turns 18 we will be doing annual trips to Cincinnati for surgeries and more often when needed.

The vocal cords produce sounds but they also serve other functions. They open wide to allow air to pass through when you breathe. They also close tightly when you swallow so food diverts to the right place and doesn’t end up in the lungs. Since Levi’s cords are paralyzed slightly open, and we opened them further with a piece of his rib cage, his do not always perform all these functions.

This is surgery #30ish? for Levi and each summer when we go to see his surgical team we sign off on “interventions as needed” before he goes into the operating room. Sometimes they need to trim tissue, sometimes they need to balloon dilate the airway, sometimes they just need to get a good look and test the fluid in his lungs to check for aspiration.

Usually leading into the surgery I can tell by his breathing what they may have to do, and we have been very blessed these last few years to require minimal interventions in the operating room. But in April Levi started struggling to breathe and had moments where he stopped breathing at night, called obstructive sleep apnea.

In addition to nighttime concerns Levi is also struggling to breathe when he plays hard or exerts physical activity. He starts breathing incredibly loud, called stridor, which indicates there are obstructions to his airway. It is actually pretty bad right now. It started getting worse in April but the surgeons weren’t able to work us in until now.

If we tried to open the airway more he would no longer be able to speak and he wouldn’t be safe to ever eat and drink. So we don’t want to intervene TOO much. But he has to be able to breathe safely, so something has to be done.

Next week we are going to do his typical MLB procedure (microlaryngoscopy & bronchoscopy) which will be done by his ENT surgeon and pulmonologist team. Then the ENT surgeon is going to remove his tonsils and adenoids (tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy or T&A) to see if we can make a little more room for him to pass air through his airway.

Because he is not a typical patient he will have to spend at least one night in the complex airway unit. Then his surgery team has asked us to stay local for at least 7 days post op in case of complications after discharge. With the pre-op appointments before surgery day we will be in Cincinnati for at least 10 days.

Unfortunately Jake is also scheduled to return to work the same timeframe so we are working out what is best for each child. It looks like right now Levi and I will do week #1 solo and Jake and Malachi will join us post-op, Jake heading back to Tennessee the following day solo.

Levi is a tiny little ball of nerves, swinging the emotional pendulum every hour of every day. He asks a lot of questions and cries often.

The truth is I am also struggling with my swinging emotions. But I am trying desperately to keep those stuffed deep down so he can’t sense my dread. Hospitalizations are never fun for ANY child. But for Levi the experience is known and memorized as it is repeated each year. He knows what is coming, and continues to ask me why I drop him off with strangers and leave (talking about the operating room hand off). The “silly juice” that most kids can take pre-surgery put him into respiratory distress a few years ago and he almost had to go on a ventilator. I am anxious about a repeat of that incident.

It is going to be a very hard 10 days for him, not to mention the physical pain that the T&A will bring. Malachi had his removed as a child too and I remember the misery of that well.

There is also an unknown of how any surgical change will change Levi’s abilities to speak, breathe, and eat/drink. He is functioning well with the position his cords are currently in. Will removing the tonsils cause him to aspirate liquids (go into his lungs instead of the stomach)? Will any of the surgical changes affect his voice quality or volume? Many kids with Levi’s condition cannot speak above a whisper and are not safe to eat and drink. I can’t imagine having to undo those things for a child that has grown accustomed to them.

If you can’t tell, there is an underlying anxiousness in this momma’s heart. And the logistics of planning, packing, and traveling with medically complex kids is complicated. We have to make sure we refill all prescriptions, both medical and equipment, so we can travel with enough feeding bags, formulas, etc to take care of each boy. These items aren’t something we can pick up somewhere else…they get shipped to the house. Then thinking through each worst case scenario- like should I pack oxygen tanks or a concentrator for Levi just in case? Or Malachi’s machines if he happens to get sick while we are gone? Just lots of thinking and planning involved.

In addition, this week we received a letter from the state trying to remove Malachi’s secondary insurance he has had since birth. With his Hypoxic Ischemic Encephalopathy diagnosis he qualified for state insurance regardless of our income and assets. They are no longer honoring that and if you own any cars, homes, or have any savings you are above the income limit, regardless of diagnosis. There is a waiver program I can apply for but we would no longer qualify for many of the grants we get for Malachi, like the grants we used to help get his therapy pool, specialized seating, etc.

Without the secondary insurance our family will not be able to function. Just one of Malachi’s medications costs $300 per month after primary pays their $500 portion. There are also many medical supplies that primary insurance won’t cover, like diapers, that secondary covers 100%. It is definitely an added mental stress to try to fight for a solution right now- and the deadline for their decision is August 20th.

I have been having some physical reactions to the stress that we are currently under and I get so wrapped up in that negative mindset. The sleep struggles we are having definitely contribute to my black clouds mentality. I recognize I am constantly making references to water, but sometimes it is the best way to describe the emotions in a relatable way so here we go…

This week I feel like I am at the edge of a raging river and in a few days I am going to have to make the conscious decision to pick up my son and jump in. I know I won’t be able to get my feet down to the river floor and slow down our float, so I have to be as prepared as possible and then hang on as tight as I can until we make it through these rough rapids. I know there is a calm part of the river up ahead where we will be able to swim to shore, but in order to get to it I just have to embrace the river and let it move us, as uncomfortable and miserable as the experience may be for me- and most importantly for Levi.

And then the mot important part aside from hanging onto my boy…trying to keep a smile on my face, reassuring Levi that I am not scared. Trying to distract him from the rapids by pointing out the trees and clouds.

It is in times like these that I struggle with fully leaning on the promises of God. Give me a pen and a piece of paper and I can write down scripture after scripture to encourage someone like me right now. But as I float this raging river I find myself struggling to find comfort in those verses. I have watched the Word of God come to life so many times, and I have seen His promises time and time again in our journey.

But right now it is hard to consider it all joy.

It is hard to think on the praiseworthy, the lovely, the excellent.

It is is hard to cast all my anxieties on Him.

It is hard to boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses.

It’s hard to walk through the valley of the shadow of death. And it is hard to fear no evil.

But as I tell Levi over and over again on surgery days, you can do hard things.

In Jeremiah 1 God is speaking to Jeremiah about the calling he has on his life as a prophet. Jeremiah makes excuses to God, claiming to be unqualified for the job he is being called to. I don’t know about you but that sounds awfully familiar to my ears right now.

God’s response to Jeremiah is a beautifully spoken one, reminding him that with that calling comes an equipping from the Lord (Jeremiah 1:7-10).

In verse 12 God has more to share with Jeremiah, saying: “You have seen well, for I am watching over My Word to perform it.”

I don’t have to try to make God’s Word come to life- the Spirit lives and breathes all on it’s own. I don’t have to manufacture joy in my hard moments- I have to lean on the Lord to overwhelm me with His joy and His peace. God in His omnipotence is able to perform His word in my life, and particularly in my trials, in magnificent ways.

Perform it. That is my prayer to God over the next two weeks, that He brings His Word to life for me in such loud ways. I pray that the God moments in the next two weeks overwhelm our family…not because we deserve them but because God loves to shower His presence over His children.

Jeremiah 1 ends with a powerful verse. God has asked Jeremiah to enter into a difficult situation as His mouthpiece. He ends the chapter telling him: “They will fight against you, but they will not overcome you, for I am with you to deliver you,” declares the Lord.

The fight exists. The hard exists. But God is with us and will deliver us from that raging river.

PLEASE join us in prayer from now until August 10th. Prayers for decision making, advocating, navigating, preparing, and trusting. Pray peace over Levi. Pray health over Malachi. And strength and wisdom over Jake and I.

I will try to do a brief blog update Sunday, August 6th with surgery updates (surgery day is August 3rd). Thank you for loving our family.

God bless,

Leah

Overwhelming Grace

Jake and I have been making a concerted effort to make July a month focused on family time together and we have all been thoroughly enjoying it. We have been staying home most days, finding things around the house to keep us busy and focused on family.

We aren’t big holiday people so we typically don’t do anything special for the 4th of July. But this year Levi asked if we could do fireworks so we picked up a few sparklers and squirt guns to make it a fun evening. Side note: we used a carrot method I saw online to extend the sparkler a little further from the boys hands and it worked marvelously.

We are a pretty competitive family so we have been spending the evenings playing games together, one of Malachi’s particular favorite things to do. We opened up some beyblades he picked out when we were in Orlando and he loved the sounds they made as they hit each other.

It is getting harder and harder to find age appropriate toys that Malachi can enjoy, so we are always pumped to find something “big boy” that we can help him do.

We have also been spending a lot of time on the playground and in the pool.

The last two weeks have been complicated ones medically. Malachi’s seizures have been uncontrolled and overtaking his little body at night. He desires to sleep but every time he drifts off his brain and body jerk him awake just a few minutes later, having dozens and dozens of seizures each night. These seizure cycles keep him awake until the sun rises. Watching the suffering of epilepsy has always been one of the hardest parts of our daily life as it hits this vein of helplessness in me as a mother.

My initial thought is always that we may be dealing with a shunt malfunction, so once we eliminated that being the issue we start the flowchart of other potential causes. Unfortunately there isn’t always a specific cause we can point to so we just have to operate as this possibly being his new normal and make a treatment plan.

This week his neurologist started an aggressive medication increase with one of his three seizure medications, doubling the dose. Anytime we make drastic changes it takes Malachi some time to adjust to the new dosage and we monitor him during this time for new side effects or quality of life struggles. Sometimes we can medicate too much to where he can’t express himself or stops having opinions. Finding that delicate balance of medical treatment while preserving quality of life is so important to us.

The lack of sleep that these few weeks have provided mixed with the emotions of dealing with epilepsy have left me a little…frantic. I am not sure that is the right word but we will stick with it. When things go beyond my control I fight so hard to get control of something else in my life, grasping at anything else within reach. It may be a project I take on, a battle I decide to fight with Jake, or even micromanaging another aspect of parenting. It is never a good substitute for what my heart is searching for.

It also leads me to a dark place as a parent thinking about the future. I am able to suppress and fight reality checks when things are going smoothly. But when we get stuck in these loops of uncertainty and the reality is staying in front of my eyes each hour I get so easily discouraged.

It is a highs and lows situation, and the more I processed my emotions this week the more I kept thinking about the Israelites and their 40 years in the desert. Growing up we read about the Israelites “wandering in the wilderness” and that word has hit home with week for the struggle I have been having. I feel like I am wandering, not really sure of the future I am wandering towards, or even if I am going in the right direction.

Through his 40 years of wandering Moses went through such amazing, intimate faith building moments with the Lord. He watched God provide, he watched God part seas, and he watched God produce unfathomable miracles. But he also went through days of simply journeying. Days of putting one foot in front of the other on a journey you can’t control. He went through days of weariness and fatigue, days of frustrations with others, and days of desiring an easier journey.

I want another miracle in our desert. Because those miracle moments remind me that God is still working. But is that truly faith? To require a miracle to feel affirmed in my relationship with Him?

Faith grows quickly through miracles, but it also grows such deep roots through desert wanderings. When we crave the miracles moments, cheapening the simple God moments in our everyday, we make our faith more about us and less about God.

As I leaned into my weariness this week I found myself praying fervently over Malachi’s suffering, and specifically over Malachi’s death. This sounds so incredibly morbid, but even when he was a baby I have pleaded to God over Malachi’s passing, specifically that God would spare him from great suffering when He calls him home.

As I cried out to God He began to reword and refocus my prayer in a powerful yet simple way and placed a phrase on my heart, repeating it three times very clearly. The two words were “overwhelming grace”.

I continued to pray those two words over Malachi’s life and for our years in the wilderness, that we would continually be overwhelmed by the grace of God in our lives and in our journey. And God has been filling my heart all week with beautiful reminders of His grace thus far. God’s overwhelming grace is the faith fuel I needed this week. A reminder that His grace is sufficient (2 Corinthians 12:9).

2 Thessalonians 2:16-17 “Now may our Lord Jesus Christ Himself and God our Father, who has loved us and given us eternal comfort and good hope by grace, comfort and strengthen your hearts in every good work and word.”

I really want to write more but Malachi is in a seizure cycle and I need to focus on him right now. Thank you for checking in on our family and for reading my heart’s thoughts, as disjointed as they may be. And please continue to pray over Levi’s surgery in 3 weeks, that we make wise choices for him and have the clarity of mind to advocate when needed.

And please continue to pray for seizure relief for our Malachi.

Much love,

Leah