Category Archives: Bridgetitis

Ten Things

I am a firm believer that the more I recognize the good that has happened this week, the easier it is to deal with a week full of Mondays.

And this week has been a Monday. All freaking week. It wasn’t just me, either. Everyone I talked to, from friends, coworkers, customers and Bridget’s team said their week felt like one long freaking Monday.

Which brings me to the first thing to be grateful for

  1. That others acknowledge bad days. That when I say this has been the longest Monday, and it is Thursday they immediately get me and make me feel less alone.
  2. That my week started with brunch with two of my friends from high school. That we shared, laughed until we cried and shared the hard times. The times that in the grand scheme of things, are less than world hunger but more than noticing the milk has gone sour after your first sip of coffee. That the time went by so fast it wasn’t until we got home that we realized we forgot to take the group selfie. Again.
  3. That I’ve kept this basil plant alive. Those who cannot grow, buy their herbs from the grocery story and the fact that after multiple attempts to grow my own have failed, my Market Basket basil is alive and well.
  4. Wine, because let’s face it life is always better with Pinot Grigio.
  5. When I lost my shit last weekend after Bridget screamed she hated me (while hugging me) my husband didn’t try to fix me. Instead, he held me and said, this really sucks.
  6. That my mom is finally healthy enough to go out to dinner and ate her entire meal.
  7. That my sister-in-law read how I blame her mom for the “mothers curse” post and saw the humor (and agreed with me).
  8. That at Bridget’s IEP this week, her team were kind at keeping my expectations in check and understood my need to make Bridget as independent as possible before she leaves their school.
  9. That I have a village that remember all of Bridget’s appointments and check in to make sure I am okay. That they check in to share their own struggles so that I do not feel like I am always taking from them. That at the brunch on Sunday, they just assumed Bridget would be there and when she was not poured me a really big glass of wine and let me really relax for the first time in too long.
  10. That my week ended with mall pizza with Bridget and another best friend who didn’t care that we were at a food court. She laughed when shoe shopping for Bridget took 2.2 seconds and when we strolled the mall, she engaged with Bridget. Friends that bring Bridget out of her shell and into the world around us is priceless.

A week full of Mondays could leave me crying in my wine. But as hard as this week was? It was also full of more than ten things that brought a lightness to my week. The friends that make this unexpected life so much easier to navigate the speed bumps life keeps putting in our way.

What are you thankful for this week?

Keeping Score

One of the most difficult things I am learning in this time of Bridget’s life is discerning what is behavioral versus what aspects of this newest disease is a mental health issue. Looking back (because it is always easier to see what I did wrong than to predict future mistakes), Catatonia began infiltrating our lives last summer.

As with all things Bridget-itis, the small things I either missed or decided were not important or they were becoming a part of her quirky and cute nature. What I thought was behaviors over time became the tools Catatonia used to try to keep my girl in her head and take her out of our world.

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Bridget started refusing to leave the house. Going to the grocery store (one of her favorite places) became a negotiation if there wasn’t someone to stay in the car with her. Thinking it was behavioral, I made her push through when there was no other option. I didn’t realize she was having anxiety, and it was mentally painful for her to walk through those doors. Score 1 to Catatonia.

Bridget started talking only to me at home. I thought (at first) it was funny that she would “hide” her face from her dad and whisper to me the answer to whatever he was asking. Instead of being a new behavior, she was having mental anxiety that led to select mutism. Score 2 to Catatonia.

Bridget, while camping, refused to come to the campfire. Spent most of her time not only in the camper, but in her bunk. Bad mom moment, I kind of enjoyed the peace and quiet of camping, reading my book by the fire not having to listen to freaking Doc McStuffins on repeat. Instead, Bridget was showing the first signs of depression. Score 3 to Catatonia.

I asked the Doctor about all of these new diagnoses. If developmentally, Bridget’s brain is 4 years old, what the freak does she have to be depressed or anxious about? Okay, honestly there was a different “f” word in there.

Instead of reprimanding my use of adult language (perks of talking to her psychologist, they’re probably used to much worse), he gently explained that while Bridget’s mind might be 4 years-old, her body is not. Not only is her brain continuing to adapt and fight PACS1, but it is also having to deal with all the other hormonal, body and insert your teenage angst issue here concerns. Since her brain does not know how to deal with all that onslaught, it retreated into a state of catatonia.

Taking a minute here to remind all of you that I am not a doctor and may have misunderstood or misinterpreted all the information the Doctors have thrown at us over the past 4 months. If you have any of these issues or concerns, don’t trust me. Seek medical advice from a medical professional.

Carrying on after that short PSA. The Doctor tried to explain to me that with catatonia, depression, anxiety, select mutism and PACS1 (plus every other diagnosis Bridget has) what I am / have been afraid were behaviors I needed to help her correct, where actual mental health issues that we need to treat.

I asked how to I make sure that I don’t inadvertently create a behavior during this time?

I totally stumped the medical team with that one!

Here is the dilemma, the medical team is treating Bridget the patient. They are treating all the symptoms associated with her new diseases. They are also trying to be caring and cognizant of how her illnesses now affect our lives. (FYI getting up at 6am every day to give her a med SUCKS in JC CAPS, especially on the weekends). Yet they never thought of what behaviors we might create while treating her medical issues.

For example, what if I let Bridget not participate in grocery shopping now, while she is in crisis. What happens when she is no longer in crisis but has a learned behavior of staying in the car with dad? I guess that is okay, if he is home. But what if he is not and I have to run to the pharmacy?

What happens if we isolate ourselves now, to protect her from all her illnesses but that leads to us never leaving the house? (Self-serving PSA–if I am stuck in this house for more than 3 days, not allowed to leave, send Pinot Grigio).

Thankfully, this new cohort of Doctors listen and care. The advice is that if a behavior is not impacting Bridget’s life (like her increased stimming) then it is not a problem. For me not to sweat the small stuff (they are obviously new to the team). The behaviors that do impact her life (not leaving the house) is something we need to focus on. First with medication, then when she is no longer in this crisis “flight” mode, with therapy and baby steps.

And we have begun seeing small wins. Last weekend, Bridget walked to the beach. Score 1 to Bridget.

Today she got off the van very upset because her favorite teacher was not in school today. She verbalized it, and let me hold her until the tears were dry. Score 2 to Bridget

Keeping score, right now catatonia is up 3-2.

I know with time Bridget is going to kick catatonia’s ass. I am just going to have to be vigilant that once she does, there is not another behavior she has to overcome.

If I was a betting person, I would bet on my girl. She has never let me down before.

I’m thankful for more than wine

If we were sharing a glass of wine, I would tell you I am so very thankful…

I’m thankful that it has been over a year since Bridget’s hospitalization.

I’m thankful for the teachers who continue to be innovative, patient and kind in how they teach both my girls.

I’m thankful for the friends that live through the woods who are up for a last minute dinner (and better yet, provide it!).

I’m thankful for pancake breakfasts and late night texts. Continue reading

Viral. MD Code for I wasted my money on a medical degree

Remember when I said we finally hit that typical milestone? The one that the school nurse calls and you have to take your child to get her eyebrow glued. Sigh. If only it ended there. Three days later my phone rings, again. “Hi Kerri, this is X from the school nurse’s office”.

Me: Did she hit her head again?
She: No, this time she has a sudden fever of 101.9 degrees.

This mom of the year couldn’t leave her office. Thankfully grandma was free and went to pick up the sick child. Then my phone rings, again. “Hi Kerri, this is mom. I don’t want to worry you but….I think she needs to go to the hospital.” Continue reading

I was THAT mom

I recently received an e-mail from a mom who is just beginning her special needs journey.  She googled a few terms and this blog showed up in her search (wow!). As I read her e-mail I was suddenly taken back to that place. The place where I was completely overwhelmed and wanted Dr. Google to explain what was wrong with my child.

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I remember looking into this face and feeling so overwhelmed and ill-prepared to deal with a child who had health issues.  Not knowing in that moment that this would actually be the easy time. A time when we were cocooned with doctors and nurses just a call bell away.  Continue reading

LTYM “Imperfect Model”

On May 9, 2015 eleven women came together to tell their stories at Listen To Your Mother Boston. Here is my feelings (previously unpublished) about becoming an imperfect model.

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Photo credit: Amy/Emily Photography

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The journey continues

About a week ago I changed the name of this blog (but not the URL) to Diagnosed and still okay. No one noticed. It could be like getting a haircut and dyed purple and your spouse saying, hey there is something different about you. Instead I chose to believe it doesn’t matter. Those who have been around here for a while come not because Bridget was undiagnosed but because they care about the journey. Continue reading

The Bucket List

When we traveled to Georgia to try to find the answer to Bridgetitis I remember hitting Connecticut when it hit me that we might not want to know. With another 15 hours in the car, instead of being filled with anticipation I was starting to doubt if this was the right course of action.

Did we really want to know the answer? Continue reading

Name change

At the beginning of the summer we took Bridget to see a Specialist 20 hours away from our home in the hopes to find an answer to Bridgetitis. We had gone on a search for our own Dr. House. We allowed them to perform Exome sequencing, where Bridget’s DNA would be (in layman’s terms since I really am not a scientist) broken down and reviewed by computer strand by strand allows the scientist to discover where the gene may have gone awry.

We got the results. Finally. Continue reading