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Making Moments Happen - UVA Breastfeeding Medicine Program

8/30/2016

Over the last few weeks I had the wonderful opportunity to team up with Felix's mom Sara and make a special moment happen in honor of Felix and his journey at UVA...tomorrow, Sara and Patrick will be going to spend time with their son Felix who has been at UVA since the day he was born...five months ago. He was born with congenital heart defects, but also CHARGE Syndrome (Learn more about CHARGE Syndrome here). While they are spending time with Felix at the hospital they will also be delivering special care packages to the UVA Breastfeeding Medicine Program to moms of infants in the NICU and PIC that have to exclusively pump because their child is unable to latch for nursing for medical reasons.

Some of these reasons are they aren't allowed anything by mouth, so their child is fed through an NG or G-tube, they aren't able to latch for developmental or medical issues, or even for the "simpler" reasons of their baby was born way too soon and it isn't a safe or wise decision to try to breastfed at this point in time...there are many, many reasons why infants can't or don't latch in general for breastfeeding and for many moms having to exclusively pump is mentally, emotionally and physically straining...medical concerns only make the issues more complex and disheartening to deal with. Sara had to exclusively pump as well with her older son Luke and so she decided to help these other moms by gifting them with something she's personally tested, approved and helped make exclusively pumping much easier.

I just had to add a sweet Felix with momma in his special gown from us too!

Simple Wishes creates a specialized bra just for pumping and this is what Sara wanted to collect and donate to mothers at UVA...so she started her mission, we set-up a Perfectly Posh Fundraiser too in order to help raise the funds to purchase 40 of them and we were able to help raise an additional $50.00 in funds to what Sara needed.

Well as fate would have it - Simple Wishes donated the last 6 bras needed to meet Sara's goal, which a huge shout out goes to them because they are $30.00/each in retail costs. We then took the funds that were raised and did something in true Gracie's Gowns style during our Facebook conversations to come up with an item to include with the pumping bras.

I had a few sets left from last year's craft show of reusable nursing pads that I donated to the cause, and was going to make more out of the more adult fabric remnants we have here, but Bamboobies stepped in and up to help support this amazing efforts and donated their awesome reusable nursing pads to Sara in addition to cream too!

I love their heart shaped design...mine are plain and round, but we still had another way to help fill these gift bags with love and something beneficial when pumping out in public, inside the hospital or really anywhere that you don't want the attention of everyone around you...

We made pumping or nursing covers - whichever you'd like to call them. We took fabrics leftover from gown requests that were more "mommy-like," fabrics that I just thought were really fun, and then turned them into a special gift to brighten the days of these mothers while they wait to bring their precious babies home for the first time. In fact, I was finishing them while sewing gowns all this weekend and yesterday as I waited for my Amazon order of d-rings to come in so I could finish them up.

Twenty-five covers were made from donated, purchased and as stated fabric we already had leftover from gown requests - what a great way to use up some of these amazing prints and bring smiles to other folks at the hospital too. This is a project that helps meet the need of mothers where they are...seeing a need, finding a way to help fulfill it and then doing it. I'm so blessed and honored to have been asked and able to help Sara with her project to not only give back to the hospital that has been caring for Felix since day one, but to honor his life and journey and to just see other parents in their struggles...then reaching out a hand to help, provide hope and say, you're not alone in this.

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Here I Am - The Reality of CHD

8/22/2016

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Facts and Introduction:
Congenital heart defects are diagnosed in 1 out of every 100 babies, making it not only the most common birth defect, but also one of the most deadly. Within the United States alone 1 in every 100 babies equals about 40,000 children born each year with a congenital heart defect. Many of which are not diagnosed until after delivery. Even in the greatest of odds, over 25% of children born with a congenital heart defect will have to have at least one intervention or invasive heart surgery to repair their congenital heart defect.

These facts are horrific, they are terrifying, they stack the odds against children and families across our globe from day one...however...the most people recognize about it is a heart shaped red and blue ribbon, or cut photo contests with children showing off their "zipper club" scars from open heart surgery. Today...we present the reality of these congenital heart defects, the ugly side of that scar...the part that instills so much fear into thousands of families each day, the part that causes mental stress and agony, the part that will hit you in the core of your being. At the same time...this is the part that shows the courage of each family, the strength of each child, the hour-by-hour wait for a child to open their eyes again, to smile, to cry...the moments that cause one to appreciate every second of their child's life because without the advances in medical technology, without the amazingly skilled hands of doctors performing complex surgeries on something the size of a walnut...their child's life would be shortened drastically, and without warning.

The images below are raw, they are emotional, they are graphic in some ways...they are real...and this is the side of congenital heart defects that isn't seen unless you're standing in the hospital room. These images are not to be copied, but you may share this blog posting in and of itself as a whole. They are the exclusive right of myself and the Williamson family.

Meet Oliver - or as he is most referred to, Oli...this is from June of this year when we took some new photographs with Nicole Ballard Photography of our local littles wearing their hospital gowns for our website.

He was diagnosed before delivery with Tetrology of Fallot w/ Pulmonary Atresia & MAPCAs; he has also been diagnosed with 22q deletion syndrome also known as DiGeorge Syndrome. He has an infectious smile, is cuddly as ever, and quite literally has everyone who meets him wrapped around their finger...especially me. Next fall this little super hero will be the ring bearer in our wedding, providing nothing crazy happens and he behaves himself in order to do so.

Fast forward to August 19, 2016 - Oli and his family we admitted to Children's Hospital of Philadelphia for what they hope will only be a week long stay (give or take) from his first open heart surgery. The night before they posted to his Facebook page the last photo of his chest without a scar...as the following morning they would walk to the doors of their personal hell, wait hours to hear the news his surgery went okay, that the surgeon was able to follow one of two plans created for him and that despite what he went through in that operating room...he was going to be okay, and in fact they would go home with their baby.

I arrived to CHOP the next afternoon...and this was the little Oli I saw, the reality of congenital heart defects, even though he isn't my baby...I was relieved to see him doing so well in comparison to others like him, but it was so heartbreaking to see and not be able to hold or even interact with the little man who has become my child in my heart. There's an eight month old baby somewhere in the room among the machines, the pumps, the monitors, the tubes, and all the wires too.

Oli was starting to run a post-surgery fever...which was to be expected according to the staff, most people and especially children will run a fever after surgery, particularly such invasive and complex ones as Oli's open heart surgery was. However, they will not medically treat a fever until it is at 105F or higher...in his case, they would give a little pain medicine, but the washcloths were used on his head and groin after they were dipped in ice-cold water in order to help bring his temperature down. He has IV's in both wrists, and even one in his foot in order to accommodate all of the medicines and fluids being given during his recovery. These included lines going straight into arteries in order to get the best assessment of his vitals and lab work.

There are even small reminders of home his blanket and stuffed animals - his Healing Helper wearing the very first hospital gown that was made for him before he was born, and even new reminders that while the hospital life isn't the greatest, it doesn't mean you can't make the best of it. This sweet Dr. Seuss blanket was quilted and donated to the hospital, more than likely by Project Linus volunteers an Oli was the recipient of it. "Oh the places you'll go..." immediately comes to mind when looking at this photo. All the places he can go because of this life-saving surgery that wasn't available 70 years ago, the things he will become because someone said these babies deserve a chance at life too, oh the things he will accomplish because he is still here, because someone said I care enough to make a difference...and that difference is going to be mending the broken hearts of children everywhere.

A few of those someones are right here...the nurse practitioner that came and checked in on her boy, listened to his lungs, his heart, checked his skin color and temperature...and just reminded mom and dad right now things are only thought about in twelve hour increments. No more, no less...if it can't be obtained in twelve hours time, it wasn't on the table for discussion just yet because he was still in a fragile state of recovery where anything could happen. In fact, the night before he decided to show off just how fast he heart could fly...and while he may have wanted such extra attention overnight, his heart needed more time to rest. Take your time Oli...you'll be moving those mountains soon enough! His wonderful nurse throughout my time there Saturday buzzed in and around, was as sweet as can be, and I swear the woman wears roller skates because she was in and out of the room like lightening and barely disrupted anyone or anything in the process - and she was in and out A LOT between drawing labs, changing medication dosages on the pumps, changing out the wet cloths, re-positioning Oli and just making sure everything was still moving in the right directions. I couldn't get my camera to focus once on her...but her hands were captured working diligently on drawing labs from his one arterial line to check blood gasses once again as the hope was come Sunday he would finally be able to be extubated and start moving those mountains in recovery in order to go back home.

Then this kept happening - his heart rate would keep climbing higher, hold steady, climb a little higher, hold steady...and at one point as inching close to 180 beats per minute again...his target heart rate was 140 beats per minute or less (within a certain perimeter). However, unlike the night before, his blood pressure and oxygen saturation remained steady which was a blessing indeed. There was some cause for concern, as his fever was increasing a little here and there as well and no one wanted his heart rate to spiral out of control...it was in this moment fear, worry, hope and love were all captured.

We've had a running theme song for Oli once this surgery was booked and really has become his war chant...it was a good luck sign before surgery and on my drives to and from played on the shuffle of my phone a total of four times alone...not to mention every time I was in the car and thinking about him, this song would come on - it is Rock You Like a Hurricane by the Scorpions. Now mind you...not the whole song, because well, he isn't allowed to date anyone without approval for starters, much less be love hungry just yet either...but it is the chorus that just struck at the right moment in a Facebook message about how Oli was going to rock this open heart surgery, "Here I am, Rocked you like a hurricane." In the moments when his heart rate was continuing to climb though, we thought to play some soothing music and see if that would help bring it down, because who doesn't love soothing music when they're upset...the song that played as much different, the words meant so much more, not only was it perfect for that moment, it was almost like divine intervention.

The song was He's my Son by Mark Schultz - I have copied the full lyrics here, because honestly the song's impact on every family in this type of situation touches their heart in so many ways. In addition to that, the song was written for a family whose child was diagnosed with leukemia...this I learned while writing this post and looking for the lyrics. Again, divine intervention in such a moment as this.

I'm down on my knees again tonight,
I'm hoping this prayer will turn out right.
See, there is a boy that needs Your help.
I've done all that I can do myself
His mother is tired,
I'm sure You can understand.
Each night as he sleeps
She goes in to hold his hand,
And she tries
Not to cry
As the tears fill her eyes.

Chorus:
Can You hear me?
Am I getting through tonight?
Can You see him?
Can You make him feel all right?
If You can hear me
Let me take his place some how.
See, he's not just anyone, he's my son.

Sometimes late at night I watch him sleep,
I dream of the boy he'd like to be.
I try to be strong and see him through,
But God, who he needs right now is You.
Let him grow old,
Live life without this fear.
What would I be
Living without him here?
He's so tired,
And he's scared
Let him know that You're there.

(Chorus x2)

Can You hear me?
Can You see him?
Please don't leave him,
He's my son.

During the chorus...this image was captured...in addition to the following two of where Jacqui and Andrew both had their hands. These bedside moments were the most intimate, emotionally raw, and inspirational of all. The moments where even though I was standing at the foot of his be, I'm pretty sure neither of them was even aware I was still in the room. All their focus, their thoughts, dreams, fears, and hopes were about Oli and the life they want to have as a family of five once they're back home again and reunited with his two sisters. In this moment everything stopped and all you could here was the quite hum of the machines and the song on the phone...so much was still unknown as to what was going to really happen, and so many possibilities of what could happen the mixture of emotions was the perfect recipe for chaos...and yet...here at his bedside they stood together reassuring not only Oli that it was okay, that they were right there beside him through thick and then, but reassuring each other that together they would bring their son home once again.

"You are fierce. You're a survivor.
You're a fighter through and through.
Little brave, breathe.
There's a warrior within you. "
Beau Taplin - Lest we forget

To follow Oli's journey you can visit his Facebook Page at:
https://www.facebook.com/OliversHeartJourney/

There is also a fundraiser established for the Williamson family as well - all commissions will be donated directly to them to help with travel expenses, meals, hospitals bills, anything they may need during this time and the months to come.
https://www.perfectlyposh.com/jlkidd/events/1212129

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IMPORTANT: Fundraisers for all our families are here

8/7/2016

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Just recently I signed on to be an independent consultant with Perfectly Posh...I did so with one sole purpose and that is to run fundraisers for any of our families that we have made a gown for, regardless of the purpose or need.

Now that may sound crazy, but it is something that while we couldn't find the best way to do it through our own website, it is something that I have taken on personally to do. Not only do I see the daily needs of our families through reading each post on Facebook that I can, I want to be part of the help for those needs. Every penny makes a difference, we see this through each sponsorship we receive, and while the commission isn't insane through direct sales, it is commission that I am more than willing to share and even pass along to those who need it more than me. It is always my desire to help our families when and where they need it most.

So what does this mean for our families?

If you need help to come up with funds for home or medical bills, medicine, medical supplies, therapies, travel expenses, parking fees, a birthday party, spending money for a night out, a walk/run team page, a cause that's special to your heart...whatever it is. I can set-up a week long fundraiser for it and the commission from all sales will be given to you directly from me. There is a Facebook group established already that families can join to see fundraisers that are happening and draw support from others. Feel free to join it here and invite friends and family as well! No matter the need, I will host a fundraiser in order to help fulfill it.

There are so many wonderful products for all types of people and we can put together bundles specifically for gift giving needs as well.

The holidays are approaching, so now it is the perfect time to start your fundraiser as well. They will run for a week Sunday through Sunday and I will host one each week for those that are interested.

So please, don't hesitate to reach out to me about having a fundraiser. It means so much to be able to help our families in new ways, and sometimes you just need a little extra funds to help alleviate the stress of having a child with complex medical needs. I know we personally have the need sometimes ourselves.

Much Love,
Jessica

https://www.perfectlyposh.com/jlkidd/
https://www.facebook.com/groups/501392576727036/

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Sometimes you have to just step away...from being mom.

8/6/2016

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This past week was hands-down one of the best in our "little" family of six. We didn't have anywhere to be, nowhere to rush off too...just take each day as it happened, catch up with family I don't see nearly enough, and make memories. Really that is what this was all about - making new memories, making fun memories, taking a breather from the chaos of our lives and just slowing down before anything catastrophic happens again.

Even in the calm before the storms...there was a longing in my heart, something was missing, something I couldn't quite put my finger on and the toll of not knowing what was exactly wrong was testing my patience, my heart...my whole inner being and towards the end of the week, I was fighting back not only tears, but my about losing my ever-loving mind. Granted, we took four kids nine and under over ten hours away in a car not exactly set-up for such travels to a place they've never been before that wasn't exactly entertaining their level of energy every second of the day...pretty sure it was destined to happen somewhere along the trip. Not to mention the humidity of Georgia and the pressure headaches from thunderstorms rolling in each day we were there as well...yep definitely a recipe for me to not be so level-headed by day four.

However, by the time Friday evening rolled around I made a decision that not only altered the rest of the trip, it helped save my sanity, my heart and filled that longing. The kids have never seen a sand dollar in person, we went to Folly Beach, South Carolina in hopes of finding at least one. That afternoon we spent about two hours on the beach and while we found from pretty neat shells compared to Virginia's beaches, we ended up empty-handed on the sand dollar part. I assumed early in the morning would've been a better time to come, and the thought of taking the kids back to the beach early was tempting...like hell if I was going to wake them up at 5:30am knowing all day Saturday was going to be in the car driving. So instead I offered to get up and go scope it out, even planning out the timing for sunrise because I didn't want to be there in the dark either with more storms coming through Friday night. At first I honestly did not want to be awake that early at all...but as us mom's are we do what our littles ask us to do because we want them to be happy.

So I got up, got dressed set-up the GPS on my phone and then woke-up enough to be oriented and down the road I went as we stayed about 20 minutes away from the beach. Not even halfway to the beach, I realized I wasn't just doing this for them...in fact I was mostly doing it for me.

A Navy brat by birth, growing up in Virginia Beach, the ocean is my home. Some say it has to do with being a Cancer and therefore being drawn to water, but really my favorite and most loved memories of early childhood all happened at the beach with my mom. In the quiet moments of the beach first thing in the morning anything can happen. One of the first things I noticed was a storm starting to roll in, the sun barely peaking through, casting just enough light for the few walking along the shore to see, but not make out the faces of anyone either...tears rolled down my face, I missed the littles and sharing this with them as I saw the pipers digging for clams between waves like in Finding Dory, which we watched together in the theaters this summer. I felt bad for not bringing them to look for the sand dollars, and yet in my tears I was so afraid if I came back empty handed again they'd feel I was a failure and didn't try hard enough to look for them. I began to look even harder for just one...even if it was a small one...I didn't want to let down their hopes for having one. The sun began to come up a little more and I started finding bigger shells and different shells than we had found Friday afternoon and just marveled at all the treasures the storm the night before had left behind for me to find this morning. A flock of pelicans flew over and I remember how excited they were in the car to see them in real life for the first time yesterday, how the day before they played laser tag for the first time ever, how they had fresh from a tree peaches for the first time ever and even learned how awesome and dangerous merry-go-rounds really are first hand...all of these memories, all of these firsts happened during this trip. Their eyes were opened to new experiences never seen before and all because we needed this break from our regular schedules and decided to take it.

Two months ago I nearly died...these moments wouldn't have happened, and honestly if I hadn't of recovered as quickly as I did (though it didn't seem quickly at the time), this trip never would have happened either. I realized since I came home from the hospital there wasn't a single day I didn't move heaven and earth for my littles, not a day I didn't stop working on the things I promised I'd do, folding laundry, cleaning up bedrooms, making new appointments for specialists, switching doctors, finding closer therapies, fixing or replacing the broken items, preparing for school to start back...every day was about them...this moment here on the beach started out as about them...and in this point in time turned to be about me.

I needed to step away from being mom for a couple of hours and recharge my batteries, feed my soul, and just reflect on where I've been, where I'm headed and how to make it all happen. It was at this moment the sun caught my face more and I looked up from the ground and saw this beautiful part of the sunrise. I am more than just a mom, a special needs mom, a mom in college, a mom running a nonprofit organization...a mom struggling just to make ends meet or to even just make sense of world. While I am all of those things...I am still me, a woman in her thirties that loves to sew, splash in puddles, dance in the rain, sing along with the radio or even Broadway showtunes on my phone while the windows are down, drink iced Chai all year long, catch snowflakes on her tongue, let the ocean waves chase me, read poetry and medical journals, prays silently with every ambulance siren, and has big dreams for her future...silly as all of that sounds. This peaceful moment reminded me of all those things...it reminded me that sometimes you just need to step away for a moment and listen to your heart's desires and see where they take you. Saturday morning they took me here...where will your's take you?

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Making Moments Happen - UVA Breastfeeding Medicine Program

Here I Am - The Reality of CHD

IMPORTANT: Fundraisers for all our families are here

Sometimes you have to just step away...from being mom.

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