I was born 2 months
I was able to go home for maybe 2 weeks (if that much) in my second month before landing back in the hospital, throwing up food and not keeping any feedings down; was diagnosed with Pyloric Stenosis (which is A condition in which the opening between the stomach and small intestine thickens) and immediately had stomach surgery (I even still have the scar to prove it). I also got diagnosed with Ehlers
Despite these diagnoses, my parents insisted that I have "a Normal", typical childhood and for the most part, I did: Sure, I didn't always reach milestones on time, but my parents, especially my mom, never gave up on me; nothing like a determined mother. My parents disciplined me, the same way they disciplined my older brother, they didn't let me use my disability as an excuse to get away with stuff and they also didn't want me to become spoiled; they wanted to keep me humble and "down to earth," however, the rest of the world didn't get the memo and sometimes strangers would spoil me with free cookies at the supermarket, buy me a candy or a snack cake, my favorite memory was at the yambilee festival: I was trying and trying to throw a ball to win a prize, the carney who had only had one arm, sympathized with me, and gave me free throws until I was able to win the prize I wanted; he even signed it "Bear, the one-armed bandit," and I told him when I read that, "you aren't a bandit, you gave me free throws, that's nice...bandits aren't nice. You are Bear, the teddy-bear man." LOL.
I went to preschool (however during this time, the only children allowed in preschools in public school was early intervention kids who needed "extra attention," )--then later mainstream Elementary, Jr. High, and High school; learned potty training, lost baby teeth, didn't learn how to ride a bike (only because I think my parents didn't want to traumatize me if i did fall and hurt my back. I was scared, so why push the issue.), my older sibling and I fought as most siblings do--pulling pranks on each other, tattling, etc. I made friends, I got bullied and teased because of my Scoliosis, I was in girl scouts, I went out on weekends. I may have not looked like a "normal" girl, but I had all the same experiences, feelings, emotions, trying to figure out life,etc.
I won't go into all the details of every little aspect of my life. In 2012, I got my "miracle" surgery after going all the way to St Louis, Missouri to meet Dr. Lawrence Lenke (who's practice is now in New York.) At this point, my Scoliosis was so severe that my ribs had twisted themselves around my spine, my lung capacity was only functioning at 18-22% I had to spend 7.5 months at Shriners Hospital for Children-St Louis for what is called Halo Traction. It is a procedure they do to try to straighten spine before surgeries. I had my first phase of surgery on August 16,2012 and it was over 12 hours long and he had to break 10 of my ribs just to get to my spine. A week later, Even though I had doubled my pulmonary numbers while in Halo Traction at Shriners, and was functioning at somewhere over 34%, I had developed Pneumonia and had to get a trach put in. I kept the trach even after I returned home, and it wasn't removed until February 2013, after I had to go through sleep study and now sleep with a CPAP machine due to symptoms similar to sleep Apnea. My second phase of my surgery was on September 20, 2012; it is one way I remember my cousin's little girl's birthday, because I remember coming up from surgery a few days later, and asked if my cousin had had her baby yet and if everything had gone okay. Even high on drugs, I was always worrying about others. LOL.
I returned to my home state of Louisiana around Mid October, I was able to participate in some Halloween festivities, but not much, because I was still in massive amounts of pain and still on lots of pain medicines. Now, 4 years later, I have resumed college, driving, and being as independent as possible--chasing down my dreams of changing the world for the better for special needs with a degree in Special Education, but that doesn't mean I am definitely gonna be in the classroom; I do still have lots of pain, especially in the cold fronts, rainy weather, etc. All I can really do, is just take one day at a time and try not to really stress about the future, because it makes me depressed. Like they say, One step at a time, one foot in front the other...baby steps. I know that God, my lord and savior is in control and as hard as life is and its tempting to really ask if he is truely there, I have to trust and believe in my catholic religion that I was taught, that he is there, and is guiding me. I just have to be patient, still, and quiet enough to listen..good luck with that quiet thing, when is my mouth never running? LOL.
Anyway, thats somewhat about me..I could write a whole book, actually I did, its just not published yet. Lol.
Anyway, God Bless.
-Jamie