When it comes to high points in my life, I have many—my wedding day, each of the births of my three children. It’s difficult to choose the highest point. But when it comes to low points, there is just one. I’m thankful to have more highs than lows, but that low point in my life occupies a permanent spot in my head and heart. Continue reading
My name is Laura Martin and I’m here with the Association for Creatine Deficiencies to tell you about my son Ryan. Ryan will be 5 years old in July. He was diagnosed with GAMT deficiency almost exactly 2 years ago, right before his 3rd birthday, on a genetic epilepsy panel. Ryan started treatment, and his seizures stopped within 2 weeks. His EEG normalized. His coordination improved. It took awhile, but he’s talking. Continue reading
Welcome to what I fully expect to be a long list of random ramblings, some of which will hopefully help someone along the way.
Let’s start with the obvious question of, what’s with the title of your blog? Well, that is indeed a good question! Unfortunately, it is going to take a minute to fully Continue reading
Parents have a sixth sense about their children. Call it a hunch, a gut feeling or a Mother’s/Father’s intuition, but it is real. I think as parents we feel like we have a responsibility to society to be logical and methodical. We don’t like making assumptions based on a mere feeling, but instead want evidence to show proof and validation. Afterall, that’s what we’ve been taught. It is a terrifying thing to come to the realization that there might be something wrong with your child, but it’s even worse not being able to prove it. Continue reading
“There have been angels in my life….” This was written to me on a thank you note by the wife of a friend who passed away suddenly. For some reason, that quote always stuck with me. It meant even more to me when Will was little and his babysitter took me aside one day to tell me “something wasn’t right”. That was angel number 2. She was 73 at the time and had kept practically every child in our hometown. Everyone knew her and everyone trusted her. I was no exception. We trotted straight to the doctor, then to another doctor, then to another. Cerebral Palsy was the diagnosis. “Put him in physical therapy, occupational therapy and speech therapy,” the doctor said. Have a nice life Parker family. He didn’t say it, but I felt it. He was NOT angel number 3, and Will did NOT have CP. We switched doctors and over the next few years both she and I decided he had Will Parker Syndrome. Why not name it after him? She had no idea what was wrong. She became angel number 3. Continue reading
When Trenton was born in New York, he weighed 7 lbs 2 ounces. Before we left the hospital, he dropped to 6lbs 12 ounces, by our first appointment 6lbs 9 ounces and stayed there. He was bottle fed and projectile vomited often. I took him to the pediatrician and they just kept informing me that baby spit up is normal. No matter how much I argued with them it was not just spit up, they didn’t begin to do anything until he finally projectile vomited on them. We were in and out of the doctors at least 2 times a week for approximately seven months. They just kept switching his formula. He got a GI scan and that came back normal. No one knew what to do but he was finally gaining weight so they just dropped it. Continue reading
