So many of you shared fantastic feedback from the posts last week about Evie’s ‘roid rage. Thanks for the grace! Just to reassure you, Evie’s doing just fine. She also made her peace with Target after finding some really soft Valentine’s pillows. ($8 I never wanted to spend…)
Justin was out of town last week which meant I had to clear the Blizzard 2014 driveway. I didn’t have time to get detailed instructions on the snow blower, so I had to do this the old fashioned way. I wish there would have been pictures. (No, wait, I don’t.) The snow was so freaking heavy that I had to scoop a line down the middle and tackle it in parts. Tragic.
The weather was so terrible, in fact, that Justin had to jump in a car and drive to Nashville when every possible flight option was cancelled. Augh. I can’t imagine what could be worse. I’ve never been a fan of road trips. You?
Lately Finn finds it really amusing to wear goggles everywhere. In the tub, brushing his teeth, eating lunch. I think we named him appropriately.
I’ve been working on a free lance project specific to healthy kids snacks. The snacks need to be sugar-free and soy-free. I have a handful, but I’m curious….
What are your favorite healthy snack ideas? For you or your kids?
Saturday morning, against my better judgement, I gave Evie her 2nd dose of Prednisolone.
I left for my essential oils workshop and got home around 2p. My dad was outside when I pulled in the driveway with that look on his face. Evie was awake – still – and not happy. My regular 2-hour+ napper was down only 45 minutes. She was crying and fussy and seemingly very angry.
I picked her up and tried to soothe her. There was no soothing. In fact, the crying and fussiness got worse. Two hours later she was still raging. Screaming, crying, hitting. Totally unconsolable. At one point, she ripped all her clothes off (never done this) and started clawing at her skin, namely her back and chest. She had a new shirt on, so I thought perhaps it was irritating her skin. I put her in the bath. The screaming continued. When I say screaming, I don’t just mean a little temper tantrum, I mean an all out rage. At times she was stiff as a board and shaking she was so angry. My mom even asked if I wanted to take her to the ER.
I’ve never seen her act this way, nor had my parents. Thank God for my mom because all the sudden it clicked for her when she saw Evie incessantly trying to scratch at her back.
“Do you think the medicine is causing this?”
It hadn’t crossed my mind! How could I not have thought of this? My child was literally having baby ‘roid rage, and I mean that with all seriousness.
She was beyond aggressive, eating non-stop, not sleeping and completely beside herself.
I called a local pharmacist (our pharmacy was closed) to ask about her symptoms and what else to look for. I said, “so, I’m assuming you would tell me to stop giving this to her, right?” Do know want to know her response? “No, as long as she doesn’t have an actual rash, I would go ahead and keep giving it to her because you don’t want her cough to get worse.” If I could have jumped through the phone I would have. I said, “you hear her in the background screaming, right? And you would give her more?” “Yes, I would make sure you finish the prescription. Maybe give her some Benadryl for the itching.” As I thought, “because the answer right now is more medicine, right?” I was fuming.
I hung up, grabbed Evie from my dad, took her shirt off and started rubbing lavender oil, a natural antihistamine, all over her chest, trunk and back. Within 30 seconds, she was calm. She hadn’t been calm in hours. Hours. She snuggled up to my chest and didn’t make another peep. In fact, about an hour after that, she started smiling and playing, slowly rejoining the land of the living. I continued to reapply the lavender oil every 20 minutes until she want to bed.
We were awake that entire night, rocking in the Lazy-Boy and walking around. I had little patience and felt like a horrible mom for being so short with her. I knew her body was detoxing but my mind was foggy from being so worn out from lack of sleep.
The whole process reaffirmed why I want to avoid medication at all costs. Her rage was fully my fault. I knew better. I knew she didn’t need it and I knew she would heal on her own, but I let the fear of “what if” talk me into giving my child a steroid that was simply not necessary. The medication side effects were ten times worse than the actual ailment! In 22 months, this was the first medication she’d ever had and this was her body’s response. Ugh.
The next morning, tired as she was, she was mostly Evie again. Not “Evie on drugs.” She slept the full 2 hours on the drive home without a sound. That afternoon, she slept almost 3 hours. That night, she slept a solid 12.
Evie is back to being my sweet and sassy monkey. After I dropped Finn off at school Monday, we went on a little girl date between errands. Evie chowed down on some freeze-dried fruit and water, while I (the non-coffee drinker) drank up. My body still hasn’t adjusted to not sleeping for days on end! (And our eardrums might never heal!)
(*** Funny story: we had to run to True Life Wellness for a quick meeting that morning. Evie was obsessed with her water cup and had to take it with her. I told Dr. Tyler it was a ‘soy steamer’ just to see his reaction. That dude has such a game face! Nothing like joking to your chiropractor that your child is drinking soy, sugar and coffee – ha! ***)
So, I share this crazy story about medication and oils and Evie’s (literally) insane reaction for several reasons.
One: Parenthood is hard! Two: Trust your gut. I knew those meds weren’t the right choice, but I caved. Hindsight. Three: Natural options, in this case essential oils, are all around. We just have to find the options that work for our family and use them. Four: Kids bounce back from your horrid choices and love you anyway – thank goodness!
Have a medication or medical “gone wrong” story to share? I’d love to know I’m not the only one!
As I shared last week, we recently experienced the Worst Week Ever. From barf to falls to barks, we just couldn’t get it together. I was tired and my back hurt, but poor Evie suffered the worst.
Most of the week Evie had that deep “bark” or croupy-cough. She had a low-grade fever on and off which caused her to cling to me and hack all night long. She was like a roller coaster. She would be happy, running around, squealing and playing and then CRASH. She’d lay on me like a limp noodle, just nestled in, unmoving.
I was putting oils on her chest, back, and feet daily, often hourly. (R.C., Lemon and Breathe Again on her chest and Thieves on her feet.) I was also putting the eucalyptus chest rub on her feet, layered over the Thieves. Each day she was getting better. The cough was breaking up, but it was still there.
We were headed to Omaha for the weekend and would be seeing my grandma, so I wanted to be sure Evie wouldn’t pass anything along to her. I took her to her doctor to have her checked out.
Her ears and throat were fine, just a little red from all the hacking, and he could certainly hear the rumble in her chest and throat. They did a finger prick to determine if it was a virus or bacteria. While Evie screamed, she chanted at the nurse, “tank you, tank you, tank you, all done, all done, ba-bye.” Cute, but not…. know what I mean? (Moms get it!)
Blood work showed a virus. We started going to this doctor because while he has a medical degree, he is open to natural options. He offered suggestions we were already doing (chest rub on her feet, sitting in a steamy bathroom, oils, patting her back, humidifier, etc.) …. and then he prescribed a steroid for her cough. I was uneasy and asked about the purpose, the necessity. He “non-responded” by saying you just don’t want it to become something else. I agreed, but still wasn’t sure a steroid was the answer for that.
We packed up, got in the car and I intended to drive home. I called Justin on the way to fill him in. He told me to fill the prescription “just in case.” Evie has never had a prescription and I really didn’t want to start now. I was so conflicted. We were a turn away from the pharmacy, so I agreed and headed that way. To have it on hand. “Just in case.”
Here we are below waiting…. not so patiently…. during the longest pharmacy trip ever! You know “that mom” at the store? The one who looks defeated, disheveled, exhausted and ready to snap? Yep – that was me. We were not at our best. Clearly. (Poor Finn!)
The pharmacist instructed us to wait for the first dose until the morning as it would keep her up at night. Little did I know what was to come…
The next morning (Friday), Justin gave her one dose. I hated it. Literally hated it.
We drove to Omaha. That afternoon, her nap was 45 minutes shorter than normal. When she woke up, she was fussy, unhappy, and irritable. She went down for bed well that night (actually pointing to her crib, shouting “nappy,”) but it was restless sleep. We were up often and nothing seemed to soothe her.
Saturday morning, against my better judgement, I gave her another dose of Prednisolone.
I left for my essential oils workshop and got home around 2p. My dad was outside when I pulled in the driveway with that look on his face. Evie was awake – still – and not happy. My regular 2-hour+ napper was down maybe 45 minutes. She was crying and fussy and seemingly very angry….
Please join me tomorrow morning for the rest of the story.
The world encourages a certain way of life for our kids. Lazy bodies, chemically laden nutrition, and poor manners. I'm a mom on a mission to teach my kids more. This is my journey in raising happy, healthy, organically-grown kids. Read more...