Please, My Creator, Let Me Heal My Son!
I stand as David before Goliath…but in my case it is for the health of my son. The giant “Goliath” in my life is the fear that he won’t heal! There I said it! It doesn’t give any power to the fear. It just acknowledges a giant to conquer.
A few years ago, my husband and I have our first baby. It is a special time anticipated for 37 weeks. Then I feel no movement and my OBGYN and sweet friend pulls the ultrasound to discover there is no amniotic fluid in the sack. We meet at the hospital in the evening.
My parents are called for support and we all just pray. Stay.calm.
As we arrive into our room, the phone keeps ringing. We ignore it because we’ve just arrived. A nurse comes into the room and informs us that my Aunt would very much like to speak with us. This time I pick up the phone. She says only one word. She is so completely serious and I remember thinking that it is so strange of her to call and tell me…”Breathe. Just. Breathe.” She keeps saying it. I say “Thank you, I love you, too” and hang up. Later and even today, I remember my Aunt and her words that still carry me…Breathe, Breathe.
The evening is fun. Our OB hangs out in the room and we talk of many things and laugh. I must be induced with pitocin, but I refuse anything else because it seems imperative to give our baby a drug-free entrance, especially with the issue of “lacking fluid”.
He is born, but he is not breathing. Then he breathes. The doctors whisk him away and I send my husband– please stay with him! The problem is that all of our medical friends come to see us and tell us something is wrong. After a lot of blood draws and every specialist’s analyses, there is no conclusive data.
The Skinny of it
Our son has a very rare condition that is a myriad of several different diseases, yet different from each individual condition. Therefore, it doesn’t have a name. [Not a fan of labeling, so that’s O.K.] What it means is that a lot of work is required to help him heal. If praying would have been the answer, my son would be a super hero today. And you would be reading how my son can fly!! But that is not what the Creator designed for us. Ugh!
Our son was born circumcised. Our son did not have things developed like; eyelashes, strong muscles to hold up his head, a strong heart, or bladder. But he was born with an amazing temperament, a smile almost always on his face, and the sweetest giggle ever!!!
Our Plan of Attack…Education
I ditch the Upper Grad Business and begin pre-med course work. When it gets to pharmacology, I question diet and the lack thereof. Only about 3 credits was required on Nutrition! [Such an elephant in the room]
A friend plugs us into Weston A. Price and we find Nourishing Traditions. A book that is amazing. There is healing.
His heart hole heals at 12 months so we are able to avoid that surgery! Halleluyah! We diligently exercise his neck muscles and he begins to hold his head up well. We see progress. But due to his complications, our pediatrician strongly advises us to vaccinate on schedule with 3 or more serums dosed in one sitting.
We see a decline in his ability to function. His personality changes a bit. People begin to ask, “Is your son autistic?”
I go into my shell! I stay home and love him. We now have 2 other children and we have a blessed, fun life. It seems important to protect the hearing ears of my son from the onslaught on comments made. Although every time I muster the courage to participate in some child group play, my first son shows his inability to socially adapt. No big deal, we don’t need people, right?! Hanging out with friends is overrated. Wrong! Our medical friends come and hang out with us at our home after the children go to bed. We also have date nights after 7:30pm and the children are asleep while the sitter keeps the home.
….But the quest to heal my son is still on. We visit too many specialists to count or name, but none seem to have the answer other than, “This is the way it is” and “He is doing much better than we thought he would do”.
So, back to education. A mom is truly a force to be reckoned with! I look at many schools in order to engage in a real health degree and find many options. The one I choose is a certification for Nutritional Therapy through NTA. You can find them here.
A Diversion that is not!
We now choose to adopt… no we foster. [Read Why here!] Our first foster son really has challenges. In two months he is much better behaviorally, but we find cancer…and he is 2 years old! ugh [Read some great options to treat cancer here]
I must have really screwed up in life to deserve to have these challenges in my children right?! You could go there, I did!! Moving on…
We manage this crazy life and yet my first son is still not good. In fact, now he has such severe bowel issues (more on this in another writing!) we find a whole new “slew” of doctors both modern and natural alternative specialists. And I add another certification to my apothecary, “muscle testing” or kinesiology.
GAPS Diet helps tremendously but does not resolve. We need even more intervention.
The Quest to heal my son
Now we begin to make some progress again. The ability to test for root cause is most helpful. We incorporate essential oils and see normal size bowels again! My son actually screams, “Mommy, mommy, look, my poo is like yours and Daddy’s”. If only you could enjoy -for a moment- and share in this excitement. We had a party that night!!!
The latest is my son telling me he feels things crawling in him. A chiropractor and colleague agree that we should engage in a parasitic cleanse. Now we are working through enemas and we have entered into a whole new world! Nuff said!
Although the Giant Fear seems to rear his ugly head quite often, somehow there is an unmovable, unshakeable HOPE that will soon clobber this Giant Fear. Because with everything in me, I want to have my son back. The sweet, giggly son that can be independent and capable to live a life to help others!
After successfully being a part of helping so many children heal, it will be amazing to see my son fully functioning. May you be encouraged! And keep Fostering Nutrition to your loved ones…because everyone deserves to Be Healthy and Belong!
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