<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468</id><updated>2011-07-30T07:47:18.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ava Simone LaBonte - Her latest and greatest</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-2558115309576292779</id><published>2010-02-15T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:09:33.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Losts Posts and Our 360 Degree Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've just posted all my "lost posts". Drafts I started and never finished. Thoughts I wrote down but for some reason..just didn't want to share in this forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of which was a letter I composed to Ava's Neurologist. I never had an opportunity to give him that letter...because only a few short days after that Ava ended up at Hasbro Children's Hospital for one of the most difficult stays we've ever had.....and we've had many. So lucky for me...I just told him face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was having 300+ szs per day and as soon as they saw her in the Clinic..she was admitted immediately. Banzel (Rufinamide) proved to be an absolute disaster for her after 8 terrible days. So to make a long story short...she is off the Diacomit (Stripentol) that she had been on for the better part of 2 years and began Zonegran (Zonisamide) along with her regular regimen of Topamax (Topiramate) and Clobazam. We also re-initiated a Modified Atkins diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though...in two years time we've had a complete 360 degree experience and we are now back to square one. Back to the same exact place we were then...at 2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since leaving the hospital we've had a week or so honeymoom with this new regimen. Little to no seizure activity....a cruel trick this game plays on us from time to time. I must say.....we've had other honeymooms before.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6 weeks with ACTH......Like the first honeymoom...just when you start to relax it's time to go back home....and boy did we ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks with Keppra.....the unplanned cruise type....your so happy to get away that you don't even think about going home until it slaps you in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a quick little trip with the Ketogenic Diet.......the weekend get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this one.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one was like a trip to Paris. Something we saved up for a long time. I don't know when I'll have to go home, but I want to stay as long as I can. I want to see the whole city, every street every corner. I want to memorize everything so I will never forget...in case we never get back. I need to make one more memory, take one more picture so I can remember it forever.......because eventually..........we must go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely the seizures are creeping back every day, but it's these little honeymooms that keep me going. Striving to find a way to hold on to a stable medical place for her. Although....I must admit. In the two weeks of this honeymoom a harsh reality came down on me like a ton of bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving all of my time and energy into fighting to get her seizure free has given me little time to think about what will happen when she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she ever is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past two weeks have given me a lot of time to think about just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I came across some preschool projects Christian did when he was four. Then the thought crossed my mind.....what if Ava can never read......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the seizures are at bay, and you have what you think you want...what has been THE most important priority in your life for years...you are now scrambling to pick up the pieces of what is left of your baby. After this "thing" has taken all of the best parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most precious ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones that were OURS to enjoy and cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important ones she needs to live a normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Epilepsy stole those away from us.....and I'm just soooo mad, but more than that, I'm heart broken down to the very core of my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm morning the loss of all the dreams I had for her.....so I can make a place for new dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this my friends appears to be much harder that simply fighting seizures. That I know how to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all my friends in a different place in this journey then us. I understand why you are still struggling emotionally. This is so much more that just getting your child free from Epilepsy. Its picking up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming new dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we are far from ever being seizure free.....I'm beginning to realize being seizure free might not be as easy as I thought after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-2558115309576292779?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/2558115309576292779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=2558115309576292779' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/2558115309576292779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/2558115309576292779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2010/02/losts-posts-and-our-360-degree.html' title='The Losts Posts and Our 360 Degree Experience'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-1584002510513420336</id><published>2010-01-15T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:39:47.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Dr. Neuro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it seems strange, me writing to you and all, but, well, to be honest, every time we talk there are so many other things going on, it never seems like the right time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm desperate. (Like you don't know this already, but I figured I'd spell it out anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loosing my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What once was a 3-6 month delay has creeped up to 18-24 months. She can't eat, she can't sleep, and she can't go out anywhere. The seizures are destroying her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that the spark of optimism we used to have for her future has dwindled. I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Neuro, I just want you to know how much we love you for Ava's doctor. You have given me the freedom to be more than just her mother, but a decision maker. You've let me make mistakes, and learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By putting trust in me, you have helped me to trust myself with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've seen her from an innocent 6 month old baby to a 4 year old girl. I know I can be pushy, and well overly agressive sometimes. I can be difficult, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, she is my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to protect her from all this. Instead I've had to watch her suffer every day. Go through round after round of tests. ER visits , ICU stays, and almost loose her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the reason I'm writing is to ask a favor of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to support me in persuing the best possible evaluation for her. I really want to get this MEG test before we intiate the diet again, while she's seizing at her worst. Which is, well, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need agressive, cutting edge eyes to look at this test. We are risking her life letting her continue to seize like this. Our past visit to the ICU attests to that. The seizures will kill her before any agressive therapy will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your not crazy about surgery. Especially for her. I know you and the others feel her PET and EEGs are non-impressive as far as her potential for benefiting from surgery is concerned. I also understand surgery is not a be all end all "fix" to our problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just the simple fact alone that she been seizing over 100x per day clinically should be reason alone to push the subject for an indepth evaluation. I don't want to wait for her to be completely disabled for anyone to take a risk with her. We're loosing time....and I'm loosing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You owe this to her. A chance to live her best life. You owe this to our family. Most importantly you owe this to yourself, whether it's to prove yourself right, or better yet to give peace to a hurting family trying to save their daughter, sister, neice, and friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-1584002510513420336?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/1584002510513420336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=1584002510513420336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/1584002510513420336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/1584002510513420336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2010/01/letter.html' title='A Letter'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-6456173610742174947</id><published>2009-11-06T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:42:46.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Longest Update Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been a long time....what can I say. It seems the magnitude of Ava's condition has finally caught up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty pounds later, and a few more wrinkles, I think I'm finally turning the corner, and ready to blog again. Maybe it all started when I got to thinking....and actually letting the thought stick around for awhile....that MAYBE...she will never be rid of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That she is now a solid year behind her peers cognitively, and we seem to be widening the gap instead of closing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had to look at that. And worst of all........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I just keep thinking is.... how could she have been born so perfect. Five fingers, five toes....quick labor....easy pregnancy. I want to press the rewind button to the first few weeks when nothing was wrong. To go back to the very first EEG we had at 6 months old when they said "it was normal" and hold on to that....... and press the pause button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....she is CLEARLY different. Not only do we all see it. We feel it. A lot more now than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard pill to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the (entire year) update in a nutshell. Since my last post, January of this year, so much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we weaned off the Ketogenic diet this past April after about a year and a half on the diet. It wasn't even really a planned wean. When the though actually crossed my mind...and I let it say for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll NEVER be seizure free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate even spelling that. Thinking that.....Feeling that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that one thought, that sent me into survival mode. Barely getting by. Waiting for the sun to go down and the day to be over so I could dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because a dream is all I had that made me have that feeling again. That one moment in time when you actually exhale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And say to youself.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In this very moment.............I'm happy.......things are good.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only exhale in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the Keto wean....the weird part, was that even though she was in 2+ Ketosis, her seizure activity was o.k. Not off the wall, like I would have thought. Like I imagined it would be off the diet. Our miracle that stopped the 60+ drop seizures she was having at only 2 years old. That cut down her life threatning seizures to only 1 a year instead of 1 every 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we even lost our "frequent flyer" pass in the Hasbro ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wean didn't exactly go as planned. Ava pretty much had weaned herself off the diet by these daily sneaks I couldn't figure out. Anyway......Dr. Neuro was less than pleased, and had wanted to plan this out. A very careful, slow wean, as to not "rock the boat" so to speak. But in typical Ava fashion it was an abrubt, high drama, tons of withdrawals, then..well. Status Quo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few med adjustments and the seizures were still present....but not absolutely out of control..and for the past few months I've been ok with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop Tarts (her favorite), chips, bread, orange juice....all of the things we take for granted every day were things that were forbidded to her...and she was still having seizures...every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough. We all had enough. So if we had to watch her have seizures all day...it mine as well be with a pop tart in her hand!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-6456173610742174947?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/6456173610742174947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=6456173610742174947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/6456173610742174947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/6456173610742174947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2009/11/longest-update-ever.html' title='The Longest Update Ever'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-4706655399363919336</id><published>2009-05-04T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:44:00.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You Mommy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Love You Mommy........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 4 word I feared I might never hear. Those 4 words that I thought for sure the epilepsy would most certainly steal from me. My heart can only bring me back to when she was 2 years old....hardly talking....still.....not saying her name, and riddled with seizure after seizure with no light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pain.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for ALL of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken time, a lot of hard work, patience, acceptance, and, well, a lot of extra love...but....she said it. And she says it all the time now...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it totally wierd that regardless of the epilepsy (that we are always struggling to get control of) and all the major set backs we've had. I'm proud. Proud of her...for perservering through days of non-stop seizures, migraines, and yucky ketogenic food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud of my other children...for trying to make this work.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacraficing for her......for our family...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud of my husband for providing for our family during these hard times when her medication cost more than our mortgage......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's selfish of me to say...but......... proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For keeping the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believeing in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and....well......believing in the referigeratior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verse I have taped to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Through faith and patience you will inherit the promise". Hebrews 6:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you might ask. What is the "promise" ? Well..that's the whole thing. I've had that verse there for almost 2 years now. Some days the promise was t0 get through the day...and other days it was having the grace to use my last nerve to mediate a fight between the other kids and still keep my cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, the big picture always lingers. The "end" result. Will Ava be O.K. Will she grow up to be "normal". Will her body ever live without seizures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That.....I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I do know is each day I look forward to God's promise for me. I look for his mercy and favor in every step I take. Even on the bad days. I look for his peace. ...which some days...IS my promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grossly optimistic..even though my odds aren't with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-4706655399363919336?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/4706655399363919336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=4706655399363919336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/4706655399363919336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/4706655399363919336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-you-mommy.html' title='I Love You Mommy!'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-5242935739153363778</id><published>2009-01-28T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:31:38.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Ready to Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so sorry that it's taken me so long to update the blog. It seems since we started the process to transition Ava out of Early Intervention, and into the school system.....things have been....well...crazy busy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First things first. Our baby girl turned 3 years old December 1st. We are really so proud of her, in every way you can imagine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Secondly, we received the results of Ava's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SCN&lt;/span&gt;1A genetic testing, a very important piece of information we had been waiting for. Ava's test came back with what they call a "single variant change in the gene". Basically meaning that it's neither a yes she has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dravet's&lt;/span&gt; Syndrome (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SMEI&lt;/span&gt;) or no she does not. This particular change is what the lab likes to call "not proven to cause epilepsy"...but.....clinically she is a tell tale case of some kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SCN&lt;/span&gt;1A type &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;epilepsy&lt;/span&gt; in so many ways. We all actually thought is was going to be a definite yes. So, at this stage, because both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Neurologists&lt;/span&gt; (both Providence and Boston) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; this is quite possibly the reason why Ava is suffering from uncontrolled seizures. We have yet to do a muscle biopsy to rule out any mitochondrial disorder, but, one thing at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ava has continued on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ketogenic&lt;/span&gt; Diet, although, her seizure control as of lately, has been poor, and the diet is, once again, is in question as far as its efficacy in treating her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;myoclonic&lt;/span&gt; seizures. Additionally, her Triglycerides are over 900, putting her at increased risk of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pancreatitis&lt;/span&gt; among other things, she has gained virtually no weight, and she has some vitamin deficiencies which are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;causing&lt;/span&gt; concern to both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Neuros&lt;/span&gt;. We are all concerned, so a lot has been on the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back in November, we trialed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Topamax&lt;/span&gt; (it just made her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;waaay&lt;/span&gt; to dopey, so we backed off fairly quickly. We did, however, notice that she did very well at a low dose (25mg per day) in combination with the diet. We attribute that that to her being a bit more on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;acidotic&lt;/span&gt; side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To make a long story short, after a few days in a row of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;continued&lt;/span&gt; breakthrough seizures while on the low dose of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Topamax&lt;/span&gt; (we've continued the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Clobazam&lt;/span&gt; for a few months right now), we decided to completely wean the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Topamax&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;begin&lt;/span&gt; our planned trial of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Vigabatrin&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a DISASTER!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not only did she have some major withdrawal seizures from coming off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Topamax&lt;/span&gt;...she developed a mystery rash after about 2 1/2 weeks into our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Vigabatrin&lt;/span&gt; trial, which caused our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Neuro&lt;/span&gt; to yank her off it immediately. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Vigabatrin&lt;/span&gt;, we believe, aggravated her epilepsy. We've never seen an initial reaction so bad with ANY med we've tried!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The months of December and January have been riddled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;respiratory&lt;/span&gt; illness, after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;respiratory&lt;/span&gt; illness. Ava has been through three antibiotics, and is still very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;congested&lt;/span&gt;. We will be going to the pediatrician tomorrow to have her checked....again. She just does not even look well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On New Years Eve....December 31st 2008 Ava had her first grand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;mal&lt;/span&gt; seizure in over a year. It took 30mg of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Diastat&lt;/span&gt; to break it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt;. All of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Truth be told, after I had awhile to think it over, we've been so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;vigilant&lt;/span&gt; treating her this past year during illness or periods of breakthrough seizures with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Valium&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Lorazepam&lt;/span&gt; that we must have prevented quite a few major seizures....just by being smarter....and better at reading her. Well......at least that's what I've been telling myself to lessen the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ava officially started school this month, and we're in week three (although today was a snow day for us). She goes to preschool 5 days a week from 8:05 to 10:45. She has a one on one RN with her at all times to make sure she is safe at school. We really couldn't have asked for a better nurse. She has years of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;PICU&lt;/span&gt; experience, and is completely comfortable taking care of Ava. The school really came through for us in this respect (after a lot of hard work on my end upon our entry into the school).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So as it stands now......after consulting with both our local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Pedi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Neurologist&lt;/span&gt;, and our Boston &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Neurologist&lt;/span&gt;, they both feel it's time to put the diet to the test and begin a taper. This is no easy task. We will lower it approximately a 1/2 a ratio every two weeks. Which, puts us at about 3+months to fully wean the diet...if that's what we so choose to do. We've all decided that if, at any time during this wean, she begins having falls again, or, her seizure activity is clearly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;worsening&lt;/span&gt;, we will bump the ratio back up...and...essentially...stay on the diet and try to work on the problems we are encountering with her triglycerides, weight gain etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have also re-introduced her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Topamax&lt;/span&gt;, in hopes we will see some significant change seizure wise. So far, we have seen a minor reduction, but nothing significant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As it stands right now, we will wait until her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;respiratory&lt;/span&gt; illness clears up, begin the taper of the diet, and, well, just see how it goes. We have no idea how this will turn out, but we just NEED to know if all this work, and suffering (on Ava's part) is worth it. We need to know if it's still helping, or even making a difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-5242935739153363778?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/5242935739153363778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=5242935739153363778' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/5242935739153363778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/5242935739153363778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-ready-to-read.html' title='Get Ready to Read'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-7093369495390007110</id><published>2008-09-29T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:26:02.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was our "Eligibility Meeting" with the School Department.  I've been stressing about our transition out of Early Intervention (where Ava gets her Speech, Physical, and Occupational Therapy) into the school system for months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Early Intervention coordinator told me she's never seen ANY mother so prepared.  Excuse me as a pat myself on the back.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:kidding:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was ready with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arsenal&lt;/span&gt; of letters....for ALL her doctors stating why she needs a one on one nurse at all times while at school.  I had hand outs on every type of seizure she has, the effect of recurrent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;epileptic&lt;/span&gt; seizures on the brain, web links to video clips of some of Ava's seizure types, and a complete two page list of every single time she's ever been to the hospital.  Her complete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;neuro&lt;/span&gt; psych report, letters from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;neuro&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pedi&lt;/span&gt;, a representative from our local epilepsy center, one from our local special education advisory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;committee&lt;/span&gt;, and an advocate from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;RIPN&lt;/span&gt; (Rhode Island Parents Network).  All people who spoke up during the meeting, asked questions I missed, and "had my back" at every corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought I was going to have to give the poor school nurse a brown bag to breath in after we gone done going through some of Ava's recent seizure scenarios.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As it turns out the school had been doing some preparations of their own in anticipation of Ava entering the school to receive special education services.    To my surprise (and relief), the head of special education has had every intention of approaching the Superintendent to get Ava her one on one nurse.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;arsenal&lt;/span&gt;........was not needed after all.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually all the therapists, and the preschool teacher(s) were extremely appreciative to receive all the information about Ava's seizures, and seizure types.  I also prepared a hand out for them detailing Ava's strengths, weaknesses, and how she learns best to allow them to get to know her a bit before she arrives.  They felt much more at ease feeling educated about what they were dealing with.  It felt good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even better.....I actually LIKE all the therapists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was a good day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On top of it all, I FINALLY got approval from my insurance company for our referral to Boston Children's to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;neuro&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dietitian&lt;/span&gt;.  Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Neuro&lt;/span&gt; called today to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;review&lt;/span&gt; the results of Ava's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;digitrace&lt;/span&gt; EEG.  Same old story....Generalized spike and slow wave discharges.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with an "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mentionable&lt;/span&gt;" number originating in the left occipital region&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it actually normal that I was excited?  Excited about the fact that FINALLY she might be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;showing &lt;/span&gt;us a focal point?  I'm actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hopeful&lt;/span&gt; that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; might be a candidate for brain surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lastly, we discussed how things have been lately, and what we're going to do about it.  Our seizure control has been so poor as of late, and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;myoclonics&lt;/span&gt; have begun to cluster regularly, to where she needs her "rescue med" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;diastat&lt;/span&gt;) to break them.  This is new for us.  She also had a weird tonic seizure recently, and a month back had another unusual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;clonic&lt;/span&gt; seizure which we had to break with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Diastat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Neuro&lt;/span&gt; wants to wean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Clobazam&lt;/span&gt;, and start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Zonegran&lt;/span&gt;.  He also wants us to STAY on the diet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;approached&lt;/span&gt; me about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Zonegran&lt;/span&gt; numerous times.  I just don't want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;compromise&lt;/span&gt; her cognition or language skills (a side effect of Zonegran).  But, at this point, her seizures are compromising them, so it's a catch 22.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Zonegran&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Ketogenic&lt;/span&gt; Diet aren't exactly friends.  She'd be at an extremely high risk for kidney stones, among other things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tonight I feel good that I was a voice for Ava today, who's speech they deem "unintelligable" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-7093369495390007110?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/7093369495390007110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=7093369495390007110' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/7093369495390007110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/7093369495390007110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/09/round-1.html' title='Round 1'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-4993234519249742574</id><published>2008-09-23T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T05:24:14.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I clicked on my blog link this morning, and this picture of Ava (goofing off during a wedding) popped up....and made me laugh!  Especially considering what I'm about to post.  Even Madison and Christian can't help but laugh at her sometimes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she really is, such a tool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Currently she's obsessed with the word "shut up".  Mind you, she refuses to say her name.  She refers to herself as "ME".  Everyone in the family knows where she learned the dreaded phrase......listening to her beloved brother and sister in the car!  Now, she blurts it out to ANYONE who is making eye contact with her!  For instance, we were out to dinner Sunday night and a nice, sweet old gentlemen came up to our car (I was pulled around front to pick up the others) and stuck his head in the window to talk to Ava.  Before the old feller could even get a word out Ava screams "SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP".  Now, mind you, sometimes I can get away with certain things because her language isn't always crystal clear....but....this time...there was no mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I could have crouched underneath the steering wheel, I would have!  Of course, I apologized up and down, and thank God, he didn't seem offended.  I'm sure her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Digitrace&lt;/span&gt; EEG, wires coming out her head look helped with the sympathy vote.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we've all decided to just ignore her when she says "the word".  Anytime we've tried to correct her, she says it even more, even louder, and pretty much....all day!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So if any of you are in Rhode Island, walking to your car, or in the grocery store, reading off your list or talking to a friend, and you hear my little angels voice in your ear.....telling you to "shut up" just keep on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;walkin&lt;/span&gt;' *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't take it personally, I give it another 2 weeks and it will be history!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-4993234519249742574?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/4993234519249742574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=4993234519249742574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/4993234519249742574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/4993234519249742574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-this-kid.html' title='I love this kid'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-6258793453961459019</id><published>2008-09-18T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:06:23.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't &lt;em&gt;Believe&lt;/em&gt; I'm participating in this!!!! But I've been Tagged...so for the sake of good sportsmanship, here it goes:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three Joys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my faith&lt;/em&gt; - without this....I would be nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laughter - &lt;/em&gt;laughing has always been such a big part of my life....thanks to my mother. I LOVE practical jokes and am a total prankster (when I have time). I have a quirky sense of humor, and I'm KNOWN for laughing at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inappropriate&lt;/span&gt; times (yes...I'm a am a former childhood church &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;laugher&lt;/span&gt;). In fact, NOBODY ever wants to sit next to me at church to this day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; THEY start laughing...when I'm being totally serious (especially these days *LOL*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my family - &lt;/em&gt;I really just love down time with my family, especially the kids. Those random days where we're all hanging out or playing, are totally priceless. It's just....what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; all about. What did I ever do that was important before I had children!! I also look forward to those lazy days with the cousins and parents just laughing and chilling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making Memories&lt;/em&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three Fears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely, hands down, number one fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not fulfilling my purpose in this life&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**no explanation necessary**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;failure&lt;/em&gt; - of any kind. This fear has held me back from many, many missed opportunities, but taught me some invaluable lessons in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;making mistakes as a mother&lt;/em&gt; - the most important thing I've ever done with my life is creating (with some help...) three lives. Three unique, beautiful human beings. I know I can never be perfect, and mistakes will be made.....but I want all my children to be genuinely good, caring, intelligent, successful human beings. I want them to grow up feeling loved and safe, treated equally, and fully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;equipped&lt;/span&gt; with all the tools they will ever need to make a valuable contribution to this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Three Obsessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee...Coffee...Coffee.... I've tried to give it up three times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a really good glass of red wine!&lt;/em&gt; .....nothing else needs to be said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;keeping it real&lt;/em&gt; - anyone who knows me knows this already. I'm a stickler on this subject. I absolutely cringe around people who constantly put up a front. I'm as real as they come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Three Interesting Facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a motorcycle &lt;/em&gt;and LOVE to ride (especially with the kids).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm terrified of horror movies&lt;/em&gt;, and can't REMEMBER the last time I watched one. (I want to say high school!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'ve been to Africa&lt;/em&gt;...three times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-6258793453961459019?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/6258793453961459019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=6258793453961459019' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/6258793453961459019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/6258793453961459019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/09/three.html' title='Three'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-653021369141278340</id><published>2008-09-16T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:03:32.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This one experience I had this past February keeps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;resonating&lt;/span&gt; in my mind......and has been for months. It comes to my mind most often when I'm going through a hard time. Whether it be Ava struggling physically, or me struggling emotionally to wrap my heart and mind around what has....and is.....happening to every person in this family because of Ava's disability. When I'm struggling to try and accept what her future may.....or may not hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I'm feeling sorry for myself..........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; NOBODY could possibly understand what we go through. The sleepless nights, the YEARS of no sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in my car.......on the phone to my husband......and as I lay down to sleep......with my 2 year old next to me because she can't sleep alone......because she might die in her sleep.....from a prolonged seizure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The guilt....that I'm not doing enough.....that I haven't done EVERYTHING THAT COULD POSSIBLY BE DONE for my daughter, to help her live a normal life. That I'm not smart enough to understand all the in depth medical terminology tossed around me on a daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God....why couldn't you have picked a Harvard Grad. to take on this job *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nobody mentions.......the guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I've gotten totally off track from the story I wanted to tell so here it goes:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;: and how cool would it be if the people involved in this story actually read this and freak out thinking how such a thoughtless statement.....affected someone else right down to their core:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When Ava was in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit this past February with Flu/Pneumonia (caused by aspirating due to a 45 minute status seizure), then a case of life threatning sepsis, we ran into another family in the ICU lounge. Their son was in critical condition after suffering a bowel obstruction, and emergency surgery. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Their&lt;/span&gt; son had Cystic Fibrosis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; for over two weeks...here and there....and we shared bits of information with one another while we were passing through. On our last day in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PICU&lt;/span&gt;, after 21 days in Intensive Care, I ran into them that morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We exchanged e-mails (of course, I lost the teeny, tiny, piece of paper I shoved in my bag) so I was never able to contact them, although maybe they still have my e-mail:) We got to talking about friends and family, and I said "I struggle so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; nobody in my life REALLY understands what we are going through, and how hard this is....day in and day out". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He turned to me and said....so simply "I would never want any of my friends or family to ever understand what this life is like. I would never wish them to even live one day like this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It just hit me like a brick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This man, as his son was fighting for his life, still, never coveted the one thing I can never get off my mind. The reason I'd just rather walk around angry and bitter, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; nobody understands. Whatever they say, do, or don't do (my major complaint) is just always wrong. All wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So when I get in this mode, my heart takes me back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PICU&lt;/span&gt; lounge. Over, and over again. Until one day..I'll finally just get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It will be one of those moments that I get an overwhelming peace, and know in my heart.....I can just let this go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-653021369141278340?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/653021369141278340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=653021369141278340' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/653021369141278340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/653021369141278340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/09/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-4458609922678095234</id><published>2008-09-15T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:18:28.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way......how is Ava doing???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You don't know how many times I hear that question.  From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acquaintances&lt;/span&gt;, friends, even people that don't even know us very well.  I wonder at times if anyone REALLY wants to know the answer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Both Matt and I have found that many who ask.......don't really want to hear the answer if it's anything other than "great, wonderful, better than EVER"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So warning to all....if your one of those people......... don't read any further.  This won't be an easy read &amp;amp; won't have you feeling all warm and fuzzy at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People just ask to be nice, as a polite gesture.....and I get that.....I'm guilty of it myself in my "before it happened to me" days.  But quite honestly, these days, it really gets the best of me.  Don't ask if you don't want to hear the truth.  And when I tell you exactly how she is doing....don't cut me off, pretend you have a phone call, or say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;awwwww&lt;/span&gt;...that's too bad" &amp;amp; go back to living your perfect life and never give us a thought or a prayer.  Just don't ask.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe I shouldn't be posting tonight............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ava has been having clusters of "new" seizures lately which consist of her eyes deviating upward and blinking constantly.  We've had to use her rescue med (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Diastat&lt;/span&gt;) many times these past few weeks to break these clusters.  Strange enough, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;myoclonics&lt;/span&gt; we've tried so hard to nix, have all but gone (maybe 3 or so a day) We've also noticed some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;absence&lt;/span&gt; seizures rearing.  It seems as though ALL her major seizure activity has shifted to sleep time.  She's been having horrible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;myoclonic&lt;/span&gt; clusters almost every night.  I upped her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nighttime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Clobazam&lt;/span&gt; dose hoping it would help, but nothing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We've had to rouse her nightly to either give her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Diazapam&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lorazepam&lt;/span&gt; to take the edge off &amp;amp; help her sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My poor baby.  She can't even sleep anymore.  The diet, however, is in question.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It will all come to our 3 day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;digitrace&lt;/span&gt; EEG we will be getting done this Thursday.  I'll have a lot to think about next week.  So until next week, we'll sit tight.  My heart is so heavy tonight.  I'm very physically exhausted from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nighttime&lt;/span&gt; seizures, but mostly, I'm scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scared of what the EEG might say.  Things have shifted seizure wise, and I don't like the way things are going.  I'm scared of what is going on inside her brain, and that it could mean Ava may loose all the progress she's made.  Yet, even with what I'm seeing on the outside.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I believe that God is in control of this situation.  I believe that I can give all this pain, heartache and worry and he will turn it into peace beyond understanding.  I believe that one day we will overcome this monster that has stolen our happiness, our sleep, and our precious family time that is all but a distant memory sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So to those of you who do care, and pray...for real.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We need it.  Especially this week and next.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-4458609922678095234?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/4458609922678095234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=4458609922678095234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/4458609922678095234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/4458609922678095234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/09/by-wayhow-is-ava-doing.html' title='By the way......how is Ava doing???'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-3145312998064713208</id><published>2008-08-02T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:20:58.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Good As It Gets????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....I've been totally slacking with this blog. I can't believe it's been over a month since I've updated. There is so much to tell I don't even know where to start. This is going to be a long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic as it is, Ava's been doing wonderfully since a few days before our consultation at Mass General. Go Figure. So, that's about 2 months or so. She's been averaging about 10-20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;myoclonics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; per day, with maybe one or two causing a fall. She's been feeling good, and her speech is continuing to get better every day. Her physical therapist is highly impressed with the progress she's made, and she's almost "up to snuff" with her peers. Our speech is still quite behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really is such a tool!!! Her new obsession is carrying around pocketbooks all day (and night) long. We've all learned to stop searching the house &amp;amp; car for our lost possessions....because their usually....in her purse(s)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July consisted of : A 24hr EEG study, a complete eye examination, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bloodwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for her Genetic Test (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SCN&lt;/span&gt;1A&lt;/span&gt; mutation). lots and lots of meetings with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CEDARR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vaccination&lt;/span&gt; talk, and lets not forget the phone calls......tons...and tons....of phone calls. We completed our process with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CEDARR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; program (to help us with Ava's transition out of Early Intervention, and also to get her some respite care, so I can safely leave her with someone that's not US!!). We set up an appointment for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Neuro Psych&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. evaluation. We had Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Neuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; write letters, letters, and more letters about why Ava needs a nurse on staff at school whenever she will be there, (and also authorizing her astronomical dose of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;diastat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - rectal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Valium&lt;/span&gt; (about 3x her normal dose) to break a status &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;epilepcitus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month, I've clocked in quite a bit of time with phone conversations with our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Neuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. About the EEG.......about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;vaccinations&lt;/span&gt;......and most importantly, about.........Is this as good as it gets????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually been feeling great about Ava. She's happy, feeling well physically, and coming along so nicely in every area......but she's still having up to 20 seizures a day with numerous other generalized spikes that we don't see. Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Neuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; says her seizures are only 1/2 a second long...which wouldn't even add up to 20 seconds per day. But in my mind, a seizures, is a seizure, is a seizure. And none of them are good. Especially for Ava's little brain trying to process information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;opthomoligist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; noted a distinct eye droop on the left side. This is something I've insisted on for 2 years. I've brought it up to EVERY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;neuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we've ever seen......with just the poo poo response of......oh...let me write that down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, write this downs boys....IT IS REAL! Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Neuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, upon a quick initial report of the study managed to "slip" and say he saw more on the left side (which may explain the left eye droop she's had for 2 years, and her favoring her right side slightly) but after a full review of the study, he still insists her seizures start equally from both sides and generalize. He's maintained they are coming from deep within the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;thalamus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, although he did say some were originating in the occipital area. Still, the same end result I've heard from every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;neuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "GENERALIZED EPILEPSY". I'm more confused then ever, and am waiting for the written report to understand it better. Our phone conversation was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and we were dealing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; many issues (vaccines in particular), that I'm not sure I ended the call fully understanding exactly what he was saying about the EEG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although I did understand one thing.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crystal Clear..........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It looks better.........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A LOT better...........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We're heading in the right direction"............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the crying, fighting, stressing, and EVERY twist and turns we've been on with this diet......we're all pleased at how well she's doing despite the few seizures a day we're still seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I'd like to being seeing NONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;clobazam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has helped her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; much and we're only at 15mg. per day.....(Dr. T says she could go up to as much as 40) and for right now...it's enough. The only side effect we've seen is a bit of sleeplessness, but that's IT. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Clobazam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is on the list of one of my "good" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;AED's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Keppra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which gave us 3 SF months around her 1st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pushing for the 3T MRI. I just NEED it. It will close the door, and put my "left eye" suspicions to rest. Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Neuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;SCN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1A test comes back negative.....he'll set it up. He even said he'll give me a BEAM study, yet he keeps insisting he feels her "answer" will turn up either genetic or some metabolic issue we'll never be able to solve. All 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;neuro's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I've consulted have insisted a PET would not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;yield&lt;/span&gt; us any useful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;information&lt;/span&gt; for Ava. But I'm now at the phase that I just need to know, so I can move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As weird as this sounds.......I've always been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grateful that, given her initial diagnosis of IS (Infantile Spasms), she is walking, somewhat talking, and happy for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God every day for pouring his mercy upon our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt;. Most people might wake up in the morning angry, and bitter being dealt a "bad hand", but even as I'm making all her messy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Keto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; meals (while we're still seeing seizures daily), and chasing her around for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....I'm grateful.....so very grateful for what we DO have, instead of dwelling on what we don't, or.....may never have. I've moved on from that place, and I hope I've finally come over the hump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So somewhere in the middle of all this mayhem we managed to escape away with Madison and Christian (and 2 other friends) to Water Country for the day....thanks to Auntie Beth &amp;amp; Uncle Julio. Well I'll admit that it wasn't my first choice of an outing, but it still felt good....having a break from thinking!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-3145312998064713208?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/3145312998064713208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=3145312998064713208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/3145312998064713208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/3145312998064713208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-good-as-it-gets.html' title='As Good As It Gets????'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-7778937760216568093</id><published>2008-06-20T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:00:58.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cancellation List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;...we've been on "the cancellation list" for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;consulation&lt;/span&gt; with Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thiele&lt;/span&gt; and the nutritionist at the at Massachusetts General Hospital. We are approaching month 6 on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ketogenic&lt;/span&gt; Diet, and our seizure control has slipped out of our hands,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before totally giving up on all the diet did for us, we just didn't feel right about taking Ava off it until we had a second set of eyes look at her to see if any changes could be made to help us regain the control we saw in the beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It appeared, last week, that "the cancellation list" really translates to the "never going to call you...ever...list"! We were NOT expecting anything to come of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MassGeneral&lt;/span&gt; hopes, and we were patiently waiting for our July 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; appointment with Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bergin&lt;/span&gt; at Boston Children's Hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Surprisingly we got a call 4:59 Friday afternoon to see if we could make it in Monday. Of course, we jumped at the opportunity. Both Matt and I really liked Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Thiele&lt;/span&gt;, and their super cool waiting room &amp;amp; blood lab in the next room! We talked a lot about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, not giving up on the diet, and....the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;VNS&lt;/span&gt;.....gulp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had been pondering the possibility of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;VNS&lt;/span&gt; for a few weeks now. My thoughts were.....why waste a year or longer on drug trials that most likely won't work and dope her up and hamper her ability to think and learn. All though both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;neuros&lt;/span&gt; understand our thinking.....they (our local one and Dr. T) both feel it wouldn't provide the control we are looking for, and think with some adjustments to the diet and playing with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, we can be in a better place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm willing to give it a try. I'm still waiting for the nutritionist to give me her recommendations, and see how I can make it work. We're raising her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Clobazam&lt;/span&gt; a bit, which I'm not too keen on (as it makes her VERY hyper). So that puts us at 20mg per day...it seems like a lot. But it IS helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also found out yesterday that we FINALLY got our insurance approval to get our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SCN&lt;/span&gt;1A genetic testing. What a long wait! We waited almost 4 weeks for our insurance company to decide whether or not it would be "worth it" for her to get the test done. It really blows me away sometimes. Ava has been suffering having seizures for over 2 years, with no cause determined, what is there to decide on??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, since it's been so long since I've posted I'll fill everyone in on some family news (yes...there are actually other people in our family other than AVA *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;*) Christian finished his baseball season with a great last game, and not after puking a few times afterwards because of the heat **that's my boy**! Both kids had end of the year performances at their school, and we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; proud of how well both of them did this year in school (despite all our drama around here sometimes). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They found an injured bird in the yard yesterday, and drove me nuts for hours. So, yes, I'll admit that I did put a make shift splint on it's leg (hoping it would fly, fly, away so my 3 kids would STOP touching it) to no avail. So after lots of tears, our neighbor made a little house for it to spend it's last hours in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is it wrong that I'm laughing about this right now????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, the following morning Ava cried for approximately 1 full hour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she wanted to hold the bird (who was out on the deck in the "penthouse suite). After seeing the look on my face, Madison &amp;amp; Christian had a "quickie funeral" for little Tweeter and we called it a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a side note, this past Saturday we ran (or rather...trotted) the Matthew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Siravo&lt;/span&gt; 5K road race. The kids did a race as well, and really got a kick out of it. So in hopes to redeem myself, a friend and I will be running another 5K race this upcoming Wednesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-7778937760216568093?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/7778937760216568093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=7778937760216568093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/7778937760216568093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/7778937760216568093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/06/cancellation-list.html' title='The Cancellation List'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-4103199505898116417</id><published>2008-06-05T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:27:03.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee...Coffee...Coffee....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So it's no secret that I've really been pretty down the past few weeks.  I know, like always, I'll roll out of the gutter and get back to being myself...but right now....I"m just having a really hard time bouncing back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That being said....I just couldn't resist sharing this with everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, after 1 meeting with the school liasion (which didn't exactly go well), 1 speech therapy session, and 1 two hour Early Intervtion playgroup....I was feeling pretty drained, and really needed a pick-me-up.  I decided to head to Starbucks (and order a very large iced coffee with lots of sugar!) before going home and finishing the day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we're waiting in line, and as I'm telling the barista my order....Ava screams "GET MOMMY'S COFFEE".   I just couldn 't stop laughing!  I guess it was obvious even to my 2 year old who had been examined and in therapy literally all day....that I was the one who needed something.....RIGHT NOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As stressful, and heart breaking as things can be sometimes....I sure do love having another little one.  She might not be perfect, but at times, I just have that overwhelmeing feeling that she's exactly who she's supposed be.  I don't know what the future holds for her, but something tells me.....she'll handle it just fine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With a little coffee....I might just be o.k. too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-4103199505898116417?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/4103199505898116417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=4103199505898116417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/4103199505898116417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/4103199505898116417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/06/coffeecoffeecoffee.html' title='Coffee...Coffee...Coffee....'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-5701514551416023810</id><published>2008-06-04T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:18:43.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Records</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know it's been awhile since I've updated, but I've just been having such a hard time dealing with things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So let's start with the good news.  We've made it passed our dreaded 8 week milestone.  We've never made it longer than 8 weeks withough a major status seizure and hospital trip.  This week will be 10 weeks...no staus epilepctus.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been so hard to see Ava struggling with the drop seizures again, after almost 4 months of "freedom".   I've just been so sad to see this happening to her.  She just wants to be a "normal" two year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; badly, and absolutely HATES when we have to make her take a break from the sun, or physical activity when she's having a bad cluster of seizures.  My heart has been very, very heavy these past few weeks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm really having some serious reservations about putting any more time into the diet, as what we are seeing daily is telling us.....it's not working.  We've had discussions back and forth.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Neuro&lt;/span&gt;, me, Matt, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;neuro&lt;/span&gt; again.  We weren't able to see the out-of-state (Mass.) Dr. we had our hearts set on, and will have to wait to for our 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; choice to squeeze us in the end of July.....which right now...seems like forever.  I'm just not feeling 100% about terminating the diet until I feel like we've exhausted every possible option with it.  I need a good, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;experienced&lt;/span&gt; set of eyes to look at our menus, mealtimes, every little thing we're doing....and see if there is anything different that would help us get better control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There really isn't any other anti-epileptic medication that is on the table for us right now.  All the choices we have left....aren't good ones.  Somehow....something just has to give for Ava.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Clobazam&lt;/span&gt; seems to help a bit.  Especially the first few hours after she takes it.  I called neuro yesterday to see if we could add a small afternoon dose, and see where that takes us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Madison and Christian have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; busy with sports, school plays, and end of the year stuff.  It's been a lot of running around to baseball games, softball practice, school play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rehearsals&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;performances&lt;/span&gt;...etc.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish the sun and heat didn't irritate Ava so much, as it makes it really difficult for us to have "fun in the sun" so to speak.  We signed the kids up for a 1/2 day camp and 15 field trips over the summer.  They are totally psyched to start (after the summer we had last year)!  Most of their school friends will be there, and it will give me a few hours to get organized in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been swamped with appointments trying to get Ava ready to transition all her therapies from Early Intervention into the school system (on top of all our regular appointments)!  Lots of "seizure" talk....which I've had up to my ears of these past few weeks!  I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; worried about how she's going to do in school physically.  Heat, loud noises, and sunlight are major triggers for her.  We're still working out the details, but I can already tell...it's going to be a fight for us to get what she needs to be safe at school next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well off to make some more Ketogenic meals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-5701514551416023810?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/5701514551416023810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=5701514551416023810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/5701514551416023810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/5701514551416023810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/06/breaking-records.html' title='Breaking Records'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-2890600855610805343</id><published>2008-05-13T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:27:04.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ages and Stages</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ava's been talking and learning so much these past few weeks.  Although her seizures have returned, she's taking it all with stride.  She's really been making us laugh so much lately with all her cute little two year old antics.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday, we decided to restart anti-epileptic medication.  It was a very tough decision, but we have to do what's best for not just Ava, but everyone in the family.  We will be starting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Clobazam&lt;/span&gt; next week, and hope it gives us some better control without affecting her learning and language as negatively as some of the other meds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;During our appointment yesterday with our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pedi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Neuro&lt;/span&gt; I really saw our situation in a very different light.  As I was complaining about the recent seizure activity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Neuro&lt;/span&gt; reminded me how terrible and unhappy Ava was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Depakote&lt;/span&gt;, and her months of no sleep on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Keppra&lt;/span&gt;, when in the end, she was still having the same amount of seizures.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quite frankly, I must agree with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Neuro&lt;/span&gt;, this is the best Ava's felt physically in quite some time (despite the seizures).  It really made me realize that the medications were:  a) not providing decent control and b) making her feel worse than the seizures.  So the fact that she's feeling good for the most part, and able to learn and remember things despite the seizures made for a really tough decision yesterday.  I've been so obsessed with the seizures and my ultimate goal to be "seizure free", I never bothered to think about how she might feel.  If she could tell us.....would she want to be on medication.......or deal with the seizures and feel "normal".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So in the end, all parties agreed.  We must keep trying to work toward giving Ava the best quality of life possible.  And right now....that means a low, low dose of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; to give us a shot at better seizure control, and us continuing with the diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because it was so difficult to get and keep our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;feisty&lt;/span&gt; little two year old on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ketogenic&lt;/span&gt; Diet, we all decided that taking her off the diet to test it's effectiveness would be ideal, but just not in the cards for us.  I've worked so long and hard to actually get her to eat on a daily basis and not reject the foods, and because she had such wonderful success in the beginning, we're going to stick with it for awhile longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We also decided to head to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Massachusetts&lt;/span&gt; for a consult at Mass General to help us fine tune the diet in any way we can to get better success with some more experienced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dietitians&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night, after pondering everything that happened during the day, and after a comical phone conversation with a friend I was truly amazed by all the stages (and ages) we've been through with the epilepsy monster.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-2890600855610805343?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/2890600855610805343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=2890600855610805343' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/2890600855610805343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/2890600855610805343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/05/ages-and-stages.html' title='Ages and Stages'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-9135476885070315803</id><published>2008-04-29T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:45:23.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Games Begin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baseball season is here, and this week is "Game Week".  Christian has his first game tomorrow, and we're back in activities mode.  Quite honestly, last year, Ava was so sick that the two older kids really didn't get to do as many sports and activities as we usually do.  In fact, truth be told, I really wasn't up to facing anyone.  All the questions, the "you poor thing" faces....I just couldn't do it.  Anyone who knows me well knows that there is one thing I absolutely cannot do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A poker face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As much as I've been hemming and hawing about the diet, things are better.  Not perfect....but better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm much more comfortable with accepting Ava for who she is, and not trying to pretend things aren't exactly what they are.  She is constantly examined by every mother, father, and town resident who knows she's had a seizure disorder.  In all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truthfulness&lt;/span&gt;, I think I'm really starting to be O.K. with it (except for the occasional ignorant comment).  It's easy to forget what life was like without a special needs child, and instead of getting royally pissed off by the looking, the questions, and the totally weird comments sometimes, I've really been trying to picture "the old me" in the other persons shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So now that Mom's not a ticking time bomb anymore*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;* we're all really excited to start the summer.  Madison's been working hard on a school play.  She's working the tech crew, and absolutely loves it.  Madison's not the "I want the spotlight" type, but is definitely the artsy, organized type.  So this has suited her perfect.   She starts softball in a few weeks herself.  This will be her 3rd year, and she itching to get started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As for Ava, well, she's shaping up to be a very busy little 2 yr. old.  Even though we've been seeing quite a few breakthrough seizures, she's talking and learning at lightning speed (go figure).  We changed the ratio on her diet (more fats, less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prot&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt;), and it's seemed to make a slight difference, but we're still seeing too many breakthroughs.  In the next 2 weeks we will be moving her up to a 4:1 ratio.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's been sleeping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beautifully&lt;/span&gt; the past 2 months and I'd really hate to start a med &amp;amp; have her go back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; massively irritated and sleepless.  On the other hand, I'm ready to do what's best for her....whatever that means.  So the next few weeks will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;crucial&lt;/span&gt; for us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-9135476885070315803?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/9135476885070315803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=9135476885070315803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/9135476885070315803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/9135476885070315803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-games-begin.html' title='Let the Games Begin!'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-1721278334585940322</id><published>2008-04-18T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:22:17.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids have been on vacation all week, and we've all made it through alive, although we do have three days left! The weather has been phenomenal and we've been on lots of bike rides, and clocking in tons of baseball practice. Christian started his coach pitch T-ball &amp;amp; Madison starts softball soon, so we're looking forward to getting back in the swing of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ava has had a roller coaster of good days and bad days over the past two weeks.  It's so hard to correlate her bad days with any one thing, as she has been on a sneak-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thon&lt;/span&gt; with food.  She's been caught eating crumbs off the rug, and pretty much anything that looks like food.  Needless to say, Matt feels it's the best thing that's happened so far as I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vacuuming&lt;/span&gt; like crazy and the counters are always clean.  The first thing she does when we go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; house is comb the rug and corners from crumbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We decided to change the ratio of her diet from 3:1 to 3.5:1, in hopes we can see a bit more consistency, and better control. We're going to give this a few weeks and see where we're at.  We are still completely off all seizure medication, and the goal is to stay that way.  She is still doing so well with her speech and she is getting so much stronger.  I really think that 2 week bout with the flu/pneumonia, then all the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;illnesses&lt;/span&gt; that followed really knocked out her physical strength, as she's made so much progress over the past few weeks.  She's back to running away, climbing up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;swing set&lt;/span&gt;, and all her other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;. activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we're still plugging along with the diet and praying we can stay away from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're looking forward to a seizure free summer!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Say it again.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEIZURE FREE SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-1721278334585940322?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/1721278334585940322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=1721278334585940322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/1721278334585940322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/1721278334585940322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-8331082697712880830</id><published>2008-04-12T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:57:23.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Attack</title><content type='html'>Ava's been on a total sneak-a-thon with food the past few days!  I'll post more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-8331082697712880830?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/8331082697712880830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=8331082697712880830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/8331082697712880830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/8331082697712880830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/04/sneak-attack.html' title='Sneak Attack'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-3522168815110436767</id><published>2008-04-04T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T18:13:10.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miracle of the Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone that knows me fairly well knows I'm a big Joel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Osteen&lt;/span&gt; fan. It's actually become a big joke with most of my friends and family. The prank calls when I'm having a bad day.....my sister putting stickers on the side of our fridge of sayings from one of his mailings (which by the way was addressed to her!...sorry Beth...I've outed you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ava was first admitted into the hospital to start her very first course of treatment with ACTH I read his first book....and.....it really encouraged me and helped us stay focused, and most importantly..positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the reasons I like Joel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Osteen&lt;/span&gt; so much is that I love bold statements. I always have. I actually landed one my favorite jobs as a Purchasing Agent by bluffing (sorry Joel) on my resume because I just KNEW that job was perfect for me and I just couldn't live with the "what if"...I went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dreaming big.....and EXPECTING nothing less than the best. So I'm sure you can imagine this has been a hard sell for the rest of the family, after all we've been through. That being said, even during the worst of times, I've always manged to roll out of the gutter and keep the faith (even if it took a few days....o.k.....weeks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe that our horrible chain of events in February happened for a reason. I would have never agreed to take Ava off of medication voluntarily. So when I found myself having a conversation with our neurologist about restarting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, I really had to sit down a think about what my heart was telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of soul searching (and reading some of my old blog posts), it didn't take me long to decide. There was NO WAY I was giving up this easily after all we've been through. Oh yes, and of course I had to ask myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WWJD&lt;/span&gt; (what would Joel Do)??? *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LMBO&lt;/span&gt;* Thus....another bold statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care if we're syringing butter, making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;keto&lt;/span&gt; muffins until 2 am, or whatever it takes....we're going to see this through. If she can be seizure free on it once, she can do it again. So bring it on. It might not be today or tomorrow, but we will overcome this".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the past week Ava has been doing exceptional. A 95% reduction in seizures from where we were the previous weeks (we still see about 3 per day). Her energy is great, and her language has skyrocketed. In the past week she began speaking in full sentences......we are just shell shocked. She stopped rejecting food, and is completely healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we're all just enjoying the miracle of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment we see her talk, laugh and play. Every moment we can breath easy and feel "normal" again. Most importantly, every moment we see with our physical eyes one of our bold statements becoming a reality......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-3522168815110436767?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/3522168815110436767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=3522168815110436767' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/3522168815110436767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/3522168815110436767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/04/miracle-of-moment.html' title='The Miracle of the Moment'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-1659865879158234499</id><published>2008-03-29T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T08:18:20.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When is enough...enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When is enough...enough? This is the question I posed to Ava's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neuro&lt;/span&gt; this past Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks, we've noticed the seizures slowly creeping back. For the past 4 or so days, they've been back to 30 per day. Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ketones&lt;/span&gt; are staying on the higher side, but not at the optimum level we would like to see. In order for us to reach a deeper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ketosis&lt;/span&gt;, we would have to change the ratio (more fats..less carbs/protein).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava has had 4 major illness since the initiation of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ketogenic&lt;/span&gt; Diet. She has had one major hospitalization, and a status seizure brought on by a fever...due to an illness. In our opinion, this diet has done a number on her immune system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put in a call to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dietitian&lt;/span&gt; last week, as Ava had been rejecting for a few days straight....and what food she was eating...I know, was not even close to being the ratio or calories it should. I'm not exactly sure what I wanted her to tell me. I already know all the stock answers to this problem......try new foods....don't make a big deal of it....start the bicitra again....make sure she gets plenty of fluids....check your mealtimes.....blah..blah..blah...we've been through weeks of rejection before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I needed was some MEGA reassurance, before I jumped ship. I explained how desperate I was for ways to help her eat....how upset we all are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;seeing&lt;/span&gt; this many seizures AGAIN....I'm pretty sure I sounded pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt;. The seizures are back, she's not eating, we still don't eat in front of her because she cries for our food, so we're ALL in this. Every single person in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She assured me she would make a few calls to some fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dietitians&lt;/span&gt; re: our case, and get back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long story short......had a major melt down while waiting for the "call back" and left a message for Ava's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;neuro&lt;/span&gt; Thursday morning crying and saying I was going to quit the diet the following day....I just couldn't do it anymore....I'm too discouraged...too tired....too heartbroken. Once again, the Epilepsy had gotten the best of me. I was down for the count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pedi&lt;/span&gt; neurologist has been with us since day one. He met Ava when she was only 6 months old....and he's seen us through many, many, hard times, and difficult decisions. He knows my personality so well now, it actually scares me sometimes *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;*   I'm sure he had a pretty good idea of my state of mind, and knew exactly what to say.  This is definitely not my first melt down over a failing treatment.  We've had many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after an hour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt;. w/ our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;neuro&lt;/span&gt;, talk of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, talk of no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, and lots, and lots of crying and listening to what my heart was telling me..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I promised the doc we'd give it a full six months....GULP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good today. I've gotten all those negative feelings and doubts out of my system, and I'm ready to give this my 100%....again *LOL*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least....my sister Bethany gave birth to a beautiful (4 wk early!!) baby girl on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ileana Rose Caro. She is such a beautiful sweet spirited baby, and we all can't get our hands off of her (especially all the germ ridden cousins!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-1659865879158234499?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/1659865879158234499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=1659865879158234499' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/1659865879158234499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/1659865879158234499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-is-enoughenough.html' title='When is enough...enough?'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-2245645234857497175</id><published>2008-03-20T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:47:02.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Status....Epilepticus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday was a great day. We only noticed about 3 minor seizures. Ava was in the best of moods, and the only problem was....it was raining outside (and Christian came home heartbroken about a snack sharing incident on the bus). Well, it was nothing a few silly comments from Mommy and a few laughs couldn't solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in some much needed exercise time in, and the kids played at the YMCA for awhile. So I was trying to quietly sneak in the shower....and she caught me. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LaBonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shower/bath patrol.....banging on the door with her toys...."mommy..bath...me....".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened the door and took one look at her hair and face I decided she must have looked in the mirror before asking to come in *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*. Anyway I was washing her hair and she was squirting water in my face and I noticed a jerk. Then her eyes deviated.....here we go again.... She was actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coherent&lt;/span&gt; and talking, so I was hoping it was a partial that would pass in a second or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the matter of two minutes it turned into a full on tonic/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;clonic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seizure. After 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mg's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Diazepam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we had to call the rescue. We're in status, so back to the hospital again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison was circling Ava even though we asked her to go to her room, and she knows the drill. This time....she was very worried. So long story short...seizure broke right before we got to the hospital, 20 minutes total. O2 was great the whole time, no real fever (100.2); we were in and out in 2 hours and home by 11pm. , a good night for the Hasbro ER which was completely packed. I've come to the conclusion that there ARE some benefits to knowing everyone there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner we walked in the door, Madison threw up in her bed. Now mind you, this is not the first time this has happened. Madison has thrown up a few times on nights when Ava has seizures, and we actually have a pretty decent stock of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pepto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for Madison! It's a pretty simple protocol, Ava has seizure, Madison needs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pepto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I let Madison take the day off from school today &amp;amp; spend it with me &amp;amp; Ava, and do some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pukey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; laundry, but when I went to turn on the washer this morning....it was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I still sleeping...or is this for real?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as soon as Ava woke up this morning I gave her the once over....hmmm...she looked a bit red, so I took her temp.....103.7. I was actually relieved, as sick as that sounds. There was a reason for the seizure, she's sick.....AGAIN. I did have them give her Tylenol in the ER, as anything over 100 deg.  mixed with a seizure is preventative Tylenol time in our book. I also gave her some Motrin in the early a.m. just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to get out of my ratty robe, go pick up my scripts for Ava, wait for the repair man, make some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;keto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; meals and get on with the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We survived another status.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-2245645234857497175?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/2245645234857497175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=2245645234857497175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/2245645234857497175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/2245645234857497175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/03/status.html' title='Status....Epilepticus'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-7231942092270545874</id><published>2008-03-16T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:06:53.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cup of Joe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I just had to post this picture of Ava drinking my empty cup of coffee. She cracks us up every&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;morning trying to carry any mug she see's around the house and give it to me saying "here Dear"! She REALLY wants me to have my coffee in the morning....and so does everyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this past week we've had a few set backs, Ava really is talking better than ever. Both her receptive and expressive language have really improved since we started the diet. We're beginning to actually understand many more of her words, and her mood in general has really been great. Since returning from the hospital a few weeks ago, she has really turned into such a playful, spunky little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been having so much fun with her lately, and it really feels good to see her doing more laughing than crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-7231942092270545874?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/7231942092270545874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=7231942092270545874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/7231942092270545874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/7231942092270545874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/03/cup-of-joe.html' title='A Cup of Joe'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-7540501581673668520</id><published>2008-03-12T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T12:39:33.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Two Year Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't posted in awhile, so here's the latest on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LaBonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava recovered nicely from our "attack of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rotovirus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". Last Tuesday, March 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was our first "normal day", and things have been somewhat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uneventful&lt;/span&gt; on the immune system front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava had a stretch of about a week of seizure free days after we were home from the hospital, and slowly....we're seeing them creep back. One here, one there, then two here, three there and so on. They are, however, pretty subtle compared to the ones we were battling before the diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I see seizures.....I'm just downright MAD. I'm mad that my whole day is focused on doing everything I can to stop the seizures....and their STILL there. I'm also, just so very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This diet pretty much consumes my entire day. Ava eats 6 times per day (three meals and three snacks). Between preparing and weighing all six meals, making sure she eats on time, feeding her most of them (as to not loose any melted better), and writing down all her fluid consumption.....I'm pretty much spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;at the&lt;/span&gt; end of the day, with nothing left for anyone or anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As crazy as it sounds, sometimes I feel like this whole epilepsy ordeal is just like one of those never ending baseball games or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; one of those bad reality TV shows that you really don't want to watch, never admit to your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; your hooked on, but just MUST find out what happens every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell everyone she's doing wonderful, and, of course, the few seizures per day she will have, will be at the worst possible time.....for everyone to see. I'm really considering if they could rename Murphy's Law, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LaBonte's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Law! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself actually being frustrated with Ava this week for being so persistent with demanding drinks. The excess fluid is causing the drop in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ketosis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which equals seizures. Why can't she just listen! Doesn't she realize she's doing this to herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually laughing at myself this morning reflecting on our week. Ava is two years old! Yes, she does have many obstacles, but in many ways she's just a regular two year old....testing me...and trying to flex her muscles. So this is the part where I tell her no more drinks and that's that...she cries for awhile, but we get through it (and it took me all week to figure this out!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect so much out of my little girl. She wakes up every morning having to deal with this condition, and still laughs, plays, and tries like hell to just be "one of the guys". I guess she just doesn't realize that on top of having to eat six super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt; meals per day, completely apply herself during speech and physical therapy, go to bed on time, that she must NOT as for too many drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here's to you Ava......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from today on.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we don't expect you to do it all. If you have a few seizures, you have a few seizures.. We are all in this together. We're going to keep you extra busy this week so you won't be drinking out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;boredom&lt;/span&gt;, and hope we have a better week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know your doing the best you can, and we're going to make this work. We're sorry for putting too much pressure on you. You try so hard, and, Ava, we are so proud of you EVERY day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a great week..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-7540501581673668520?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/7540501581673668520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=7540501581673668520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/7540501581673668520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/7540501581673668520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/03/spectator-sport.html' title='Our Little Two Year Old'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-4362495182304211734</id><published>2008-03-03T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:37:32.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And...We're Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So it's official. We've been off &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;antiepileptic&lt;/span&gt; medication for two days and counting. How it happened, is, in my opinion, pretty comical. So here's whats been happening the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava still has the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rotovirus&lt;/span&gt;, and we are currently on day 9 of random attacks of "the grip", although today did seem better. We only changed her 4 times last night, and Matt &amp;amp; I were commenting this morning on what a good night it was! (That's when you know things are bad, when your grateful your kid only had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; 4 times in a night!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava had been weaned off all medication except for her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nighttime&lt;/span&gt; dose of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ativan&lt;/span&gt;. Our wean should have been completed 3 days prior to Friday, but quite frankly, I was feeling pretty hesitant to remove it, as she has been so sick and had spiked a fever earlier last week. In our house, fever=seizure=hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the interest of full disclosure, I was just too exhausted to even deal with even one single seizure of significance, and things have been going so smoothly seizure wise. Why ruin a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday night, Matt and I were watching TV in bed with Ava, and Matt nicely reminded me I forgot to give Ava her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nighttime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ativan&lt;/span&gt;. I had a long day, and was feeling pretty settled in. My response was "Well, looks like tonight is the night....no more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;." We both couldn't stop laughing....guess you just had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going extremely well with Ava, considering she's had a stomach bug for almost 2 weeks. She has not missed any of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ketogenic&lt;/span&gt; meals, and since our return from the hospital, we've only seen less than 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;myoclonic&lt;/span&gt; seizures, and a few absences. Prior to us starting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ketogenic&lt;/span&gt; Diet, Ava was having between 15 -40 drop seizures per day. Random partials and complex partials, and countless absence seizures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diet has been a God Send...in every sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava started physical therapy last week, as now that's she's not falling every 5 minutes, we really would like to see her build up some good muscle strength and start jumping and running again. She's slightly behind her peers, but I really feel once she's on the mend from this bug, things will really take off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-4362495182304211734?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/4362495182304211734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=4362495182304211734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/4362495182304211734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/4362495182304211734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/03/andwere-off.html' title='And...We&apos;re Off'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-1566997739955219288</id><published>2008-02-28T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T18:19:36.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Stinky Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After a wonderful week home from the hospital, Ava began looking "under the weather" on Saturday....and then it started. Somewhere along the line (have no idea when, because we haven't really left the house) she contracted another virus. I have a good suspicion where this came from (A. H.!!!!!) but no solid leads!!!......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Diarrhea&lt;/span&gt;. Seven+ times a day, and all through the night. We are now on day 4 with the end nowhere in sight. She's up about 2-3 times per night with cramps and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt;, and we've been homeward bound for the past week, as I'm not sure the public can handle it! I took her to the pediatrician today for the once over, and she seems to be staying pretty well hydrated considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday afternoon I noticed two seizures, the first I've seen in over a week. I immediately took her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt;, and as I suspected, she was febrile (101.5). She hasn't spiked a fever since that day, and I haven't seen any further seizures of note. We have seen a few absence seizures, but have not seen any drop seizures since our return from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Christian's 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. We had his favorite dinner last night, roast beef, carrots, gravy and twice baked potatoes (he wanted to make it EASY for me!!) We're having a little family party for him tomorrow at his cousins house, and he's super excited to get his new bike and all the "good" presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, the time really flies. When he went to bed last night, I was telling him about the day he was born, and it really did seem like just yesterday. When I look at how grown up he looks now, and how mature he is getting, it really takes my breath away. I guess there's just something about mother's and son's.....he'll always be my little boy no matter how old he is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It really does weigh on my heart not being able to spend the quality time with Madison and Christian this past year. Just when we all thought things were settling down.....it all started up again. Such is our life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All things considered, after ho humming a bit and a few complaints from all of us, we sucked it up, and took it in stride. We've actually had lots of laughs this week, and even though we can't change our circumstances, we can, however, change how we react to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, it's time to go wash that 3 loads of pretty stinky laundry waiting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;downstairs&lt;/span&gt; (Ava had a busy day....you've got to love that rotovirus!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-1566997739955219288?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/1566997739955219288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=1566997739955219288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/1566997739955219288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/1566997739955219288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/02/after-wonderful-week-home-from-hospital.html' title='One Stinky Week'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-2030642086033752483</id><published>2008-02-22T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T10:13:04.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry it took me so long to update....so here's our latest. We arrived home from the hospital on Monday, February 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, after a 15 day stay (13 in intensive care). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ava's been eating all her meals, and recovering nicely. We've seen no seizures since we came home. So five days seizure free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been trying to sum up this experience we've had, and the only thing that comes to mind is a quote from my one of my favorite novels:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Right now, this is just so surreal to us. Before our admission to the hospital, we were fighting to get every meal down, and she was rejecting most of them. We were on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hefty&lt;/span&gt; dose of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keppra&lt;/span&gt;, and fighting to get that down as well. She was still having seizures, and we were stressed to the max. We wanted to give up. It just seemed too hard. Our daughter was miserable, and so were we, but we kept at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the past 5 days, things have been good. Really good. In less than a week we will be off all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anti epileptic&lt;/span&gt; medication, a place I never thought we would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the past, I was always too scared to even tell anyone we were seizure free. It always seemed like right as the words came out of my mouth, everything would come tumbling down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looking at it in retrospect, it was a test. A test I failed, every time. It took almost loosing her for me to realize that I have to live, walk, eat, and breath......faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FAITH............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one thing...I was sure I had down pat. Since the first moment I heard the words out of the Dr's mouth, deep in my heart, I've always believed that some day.....maybe today, tomorrow, or years from now.....we will overcome this obstacle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I believed, but never stood up and claimed it, for any of us. I just let my circumstance get the best of me. Fear ruled my life. Fear of the future, mainly. Will my daughter ever be "normal"? Will she ever get married? Will she ever be able to live on her own? And most importantly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will she ever really, truly, be happy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So through this experience, I've come to understand that all of those questions have already been answered. I believe that we were all born to serve a purpose, and as long as we do our part as parents, Ava will walk into hers...whatever it may be. I don't know why she's had to suffer so much in so little time on this earth, but already, she has really touched so many people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After everything, I feel really, truly grounded, for the first time since this all began. So if we do have a set back, I know we can handle it....the right way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I learned the hard way (still waiting to meet a person who learns the easy way *LOL*)how to stay at peace during a storm.  During the first week of the admission, I was a total basket case of emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once I got sent home with the flu....I really took that time to seriously reflect on the circumstances, and really have the courage to be true to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've learned so much through this illness; stuff that might have otherwise taken months or years of little things. The pain sucked.....but we're all better because of it (even Ava)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Until recently, I never truly understood the quote by Freud:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-2030642086033752483?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/2030642086033752483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=2030642086033752483' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/2030642086033752483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/2030642086033752483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/02/were-home.html' title='We&apos;re Home'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-6866280839674896724</id><published>2008-02-16T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:59:36.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting to Exhale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today Ava was transferred to the "floor" and out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PICU&lt;/span&gt;. She is breathing nicely, and is on very little oxygen. She actually ate three of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ketogenic&lt;/span&gt; meals today, and I had them feed her meal four via the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NG&lt;/span&gt; tube...(I must admit that I'm really going to miss the convenience of that when they take it out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava stood up independently today, and was quite talkative when her brother and sister showed up for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of where we were at this time last week......and where we are today.......I'm just completely amazed. There are truly so many families suffering there in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PICU&lt;/span&gt;. The sounds of mothers crying all though the night, and buzzers constantly going off. It's just not a place I want to be again any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly humbled, in every sense of the word. In all honesty, my heart was breaking for all of the other families that were "new" to the hospital, and really having a rough go of things. After all, it's an old shoe for us. Although, by far, this has been the most difficult hospital stay we've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have lost our baby..........but we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely attribute her speedy recovery to each and every person who prayed for Ava during this time, and to my mother, who instilled a firm foundation of faith into my heart (and of course to the wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PICU&lt;/span&gt; doctors and nurses at Hasbro Children's Hospital).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're hoping Ava will be home tomorrow, after almost a full 14 days in the hospital (13 in the ICU).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're just sitting tight, and waiting to exhale. We can't wait for you to be be home, Ava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-6866280839674896724?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/6866280839674896724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=6866280839674896724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/6866280839674896724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/6866280839674896724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/02/waiting-to-exhale.html' title='Waiting to Exhale'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-491774401147993076</id><published>2008-02-14T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T19:01:22.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is a very special day for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent this afternoon with Madison having a special lunch at her school. We spent last night painting her nails and picking out the perfect Valentines outfit (even though she changed in the morning)! I walked in the door with flowers and her favorite lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she saw me....her face lit up. I actually though SHE might cry. Although none of the other parents brought anything other than lunch, I wanted her to know how special she is to us, and we wanted her to feel important. So, mission accomplished. She took the flowers back to her class (although I did explain that they would probably die without being in water) she didn't care. I hope she looks at them all day at school and knows how much we love her, and what an important part of our family she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to hospital news. Tuesday night was a long night of Ava waking up and literally choking on her tube (they lowered all her sedation to give her the best chance of breathing independently in the morning). Wednesday morning was when we had planned to remove the breathing tube for the second time. It was one of the worst feelings of this whole experience to see tears coming down her face, and not being able to fix it, especially when she was seeing my face (probably wondering what the hell I was doing just standing there!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wednesday morning came, and I had spent the night preparing myself, and trying to stay at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear it was almost like the moment that she took her very first breath, and we were all anxiously waiting for her to cry....so we would know everything was o.k. Well she didn't exactly cry this time, her throat was much to sore, but she began breathing again like a champ. This was one of those moments that will be etched in my mind for the rest of my life. To see my daughter take those first few breaths, there really are just no words. Even the doctors, nurses and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;respiratory&lt;/span&gt; therapists were cheering her on. It was one of those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still very, very weak. She has her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NG&lt;/span&gt; (nasal gastric) tube in to keep her fed, as she is much to weak to begin her regular diet. Actually, this is the easiest we've had it on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ketogenic&lt;/span&gt; Diet so far!!!! I came home yesterday after two longs days and nights, to start preparing some of her meals for when she is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't been talking much, and I started to panic...that maybe we've lost all the wonderful language progress she had made in the past weeks. She was putting three words together, and really taking off with her language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once again, I had to make a choice about how I'm going to handle this. Fear, panic, and sadness, my usual reactions just aren't an option. I don't want her to even FEEL a vibe of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; or pressure, I just want her to feel safe, loved, and completely at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she needs time......we've got time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc's feel she's experiencing some mild withdrawals from all the heavy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; she'd been on for the past week to keep her sedated. Her neurologist took her off her only seizure medication (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Keppra&lt;/span&gt;) due to her extremely serious condition last week, as she was covered seizure wise by all the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; they were giving her for sedation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now the only medication she is on is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ativan&lt;/span&gt; 3x per day. Based on how her recovery goes, we may not restart the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Keppra&lt;/span&gt;, as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;neuro&lt;/span&gt; feels it was not helping her with the seizures (the drops) that we were controlling so nicely with the diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will really just be one day at a time, if she needs it back...we'll give it....if not....praise God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-491774401147993076?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/491774401147993076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=491774401147993076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/491774401147993076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/491774401147993076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-is-very-special-day-for-all-of-us.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day 2008'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-8531773126190176129</id><published>2008-02-12T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:58:39.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 in the PICU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, we've rounded the corner with the influenza, and the sepsis has cleared up nicely, thank God. On Friday, things were at their worst. Ava was collecting fluid all over her body, and was almost twice her size. I was home extremely ill with the flu and her a.m. x-ray showed a "shadow" around her heart, which prompted a visit from the cardiologist and an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;echo cardiogram&lt;/span&gt; (which turned out fine). She also got a visit from her friend Ms. Millie who prayed for her that day, and really helped to turn things around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning they attempted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;extubate&lt;/span&gt; Ava (remove her breathing tube) and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;esophagus&lt;/span&gt; became irritated and enlarged, so it just wasn't going to work. Her left lung collapsed, and she was re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;intubated&lt;/span&gt;. This was extremely hard for Matt to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attending later told me that when she saw Matt sobbing over Ava after it was over, that it absolutely broke her heart (and she definitely didn't seem like a tender hearted woman *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;*) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Matt had been stuck in the hospital for four days straight, so I came right away (my 5 days of being contagious were finally up!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;....I'm sitting here in awe of so many things.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Power of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious baby girl. Her strength and endurance never cease to amaze me. I've never been more proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband ....for staying strong during the worst of this storm (and trying to lie to me about her condition *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;*, when he knew I was calling the doctors at all hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bonilla&lt;/span&gt; for flying in from Florida to pray for and lift up our daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outpouring of prayer, love and generosity by so many people that I can never repay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wonderful neurologist, for being more than a doctor, but a friend and a confidant. We love you Dr. G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and friends for taking my frantic phone calls and for praying and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;crying with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We still have a lot of recovery ahead, and the next few days are going to be hard for Ava, so please continue to keep her in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone. No words can express all the gratitude we feel toward each and every person who has been there for us, in person, in prayer, and in thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-8531773126190176129?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/8531773126190176129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=8531773126190176129' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/8531773126190176129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/8531773126190176129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-9-in-picu.html' title='Day 9 in the PICU'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-6601326085804684553</id><published>2008-02-10T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:54:19.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Biggest Obstacle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As most of you know, Ava has been in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PICU&lt;/span&gt;) at Hasbro Children's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hospital&lt;/span&gt; for one week today. On Saturday, February 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;, she had a major seizure which we were able to control at home. She began spiking fevers all day on Sunday, which had us giving Tylenol and Motrin round the clock. She had another major seizure Sunday night, which we couldn't break, and we arrived at the hospital via rescue around 2 am. The oxygen level in her blood was lingering around 77 in the rescue (very scary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stopped breathing several times in the trauma room. She was moved to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PICU&lt;/span&gt; where they told us she tested positive for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Influenza&lt;/span&gt;. On Wednesday she developed pneumonia, and Thursday night she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;intubated&lt;/span&gt;, and began showing signs of sepsis. Matt and I had been there together at first, and he had went home to be with Madison and Christian and get some rest while all this went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning, after a record 5 nights of no sleep, I went home and began feeling extremely ill myself, and after a quick visit to the Dr., tested positive for Influenza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So......I'm here at home, praying for my baby and trying to get well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, she is breathing over her vent, has had no further seizures (other than the one we were admitted for), and the sepsis seems to be clearing up, by the grace of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is so much more to the story, and a million things that have happened, but I'm still really exhausted. Here is the letter I gave Matt to read to Ava from her mommy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;February 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ava,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you would be such a blessing to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you more than I can say with words, and my heart is breaking for you, my precious baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian misses you so much, and wants you home so badly. Madison loves you more than she shows. This is so very hard for her to see you hurting, Ava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava, God has put his blessing upon you, and we know, that with him, all things are possible. Our faith goes beyond what we are seeing on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; proud to be your mother. You always have stood up to your obstacles and are always so brave in the most difficult situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ava, I have begged to take your pain and suffering from you. I would give my life for you to stop suffering, but that's not what God has in our plans, and we have to trust that his plans for us are of good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava, we will speak to your mountains and take this illness and cast it to the sea. We are speaking only life and health over you. God's ways are higher and better that our ways, and we commit you whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;heartily&lt;/span&gt; to him. We know Jesus has already overcome this illness for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to be scared any more. After all, God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, love and sound mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;From the first moment you were diagnosed with Epilepsy, I knew in my heart you would overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava, you are my sunshine on the darkest day. Our family just doesn't work without you here, so please get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-6601326085804684553?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/6601326085804684553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=6601326085804684553' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/6601326085804684553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/6601326085804684553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-most-of-you-know-ava-has-been-in.html' title='Our Biggest Obstacle'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-5617953002724833647</id><published>2008-02-01T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:49:35.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sooo.....this past week has been a hard one. Ava started giving us a hard time with accepting the ketogenic food (guess we can't blame her). She pretty much refused food all together. This really took us by surprise, as she was doing so well with eating on schedule (every 3 1/2 hrs) for the first week home; we were totally blindsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seems to be the way anything epilepsy related goes....highs, lows, happy , sad, happy again....and so on). You just never know what each day will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out of our minds trying to make new recipes all week to keep her eating and on track. She got pretty lethargic and very acidotic as well, a repeat of our hospital admission. She held out for about 3 days (that's my girl)....but we finally found a few things she is willing to eat, thanks to my online Ketogenic Group. Both Matt &amp;amp; I spend quite a few days going to different stores looking for the ingredients we needed. I guess tofu noodles aren't a big seller in our town *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, she finally began eating again. You've got to love those buttered up tofu noodles and pork rinds (our new potato chips)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a very difficult week for all of us. There were so many times that we all just wanted to give up. Ava was so unhappy, sad, and downright sick. We all just wanted to go get her a bag of munchkins and a juice box to put her out of her misery.....but.....we love her too much give up on the only thing that's keeping her seizures away. So we all picked ourselves up by the bootstraps and tried like hell to make this work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, the weather here in RI has been pretty gray for the past few days, but when we woke up this morning...the sun was finally shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Matt &amp;amp; I attended the Snow Angel Ball this past Saturday hosted by the Matthew Siravo Memorial Foundation ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mattyfund.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.mattyfund.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;). All the proceeds for the event went to Brown University for epilepsy research. Both Deb Siravo and Richard Siravo have been a great help to our family, so we were glad to support the foundation in any way possible (and it gave us an excuse to actually get dressed nice!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-5617953002724833647?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/5617953002724833647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=5617953002724833647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/5617953002724833647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/5617953002724833647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/02/here-comes-sun.html' title='Here comes the sun'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-2966078077589285156</id><published>2008-01-25T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:50:41.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I think we're cured"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is exactly what I said to Ava's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neurologist&lt;/span&gt; jokingly yesterday, as things have been going so well seizure wise since we started the diet. No sooner the words came out of my mouth, Ava had her first fall on in over a week. My heart sank. Even after all we've been through, knowing full well that there was a very good possibility this could and would happen.....my heart was broken for my daughter as I watched her cry harder than she's cried during a fall in a long time (it happened at her playgroup), and she didn't even get hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I had to make a choice. How was this going to affect me. I"m not usually a corny person, but I've always loved the part in the movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shawshank&lt;/span&gt; Redemption when one of the characters makes a life changing decision and says "Either get busy living, or get busy dying", and I often relate that to our situation. We can't spend ever day waiting for Ava to be "cured" or for everything to be perfect, or even semi-normal. Shit happens. Especially when things are going well. I think we're all ready to start being happy no matter what life throws at us. We're tired of waiting....and so is Ava. We want her to look at our faces and see peace, faith, and an undying tenacity to make her life better, not sadness, defeat, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had her follow up appointment with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dietitian&lt;/span&gt; today and she lost a pound and a half. We increased her calories, and limited her fluid intake. So we'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; how next week goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so much to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen." - Hebrews 11:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-2966078077589285156?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/2966078077589285156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=2966078077589285156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/2966078077589285156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/2966078077589285156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-were-cured.html' title='&quot;I think we&apos;re cured&quot;'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-1131303661176931857</id><published>2008-01-21T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:52:39.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far So Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, we're day 5 into the diet and things are going pretty good. We noticed about 5 or so eye rolls this morning, but no falls. She had tons to drink during the night...so we're going to cut back on her drinks tonight to see if all that extra fluid affected her seizure control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Poppie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came over for dinner last night, and couldn't believe how nice it was to not be constantly worrying about Ava falling. We've been letting her walk up and down the stairs and not stressing about her going into the bedrooms by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually hesitate saying things like this after all we've been through.....but I really feel like we have our lives back!!! Ava was having anywhere from 15 to 40 falls per day before the diet. She even had a pretty nasty partial our first night in the hospital. We're all just in total awe of the extreme change in seizure control we've seen in less than a week, even with a few minor ones popping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't fallen one time since we left the hospital (that was seizure related)...although she has had no problem tripping over her toys. She did, however go out of her way to pick an old french fry out of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crevis&lt;/span&gt; in our car and gobble it down before my arms even moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who was praying for us, and to everyone who encouraged us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just one day at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-1131303661176931857?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/1131303661176931857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=1131303661176931857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/1131303661176931857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/1131303661176931857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far So Good'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-998342757252306021</id><published>2008-01-18T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:53:54.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Home!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're home!!!! After five long days...we're finally home! After all our hesitation about starting the diet at Hasbro in Providence....it all worked out. Ava spent the first two days hypoglycemic and went in ketosis so quickly she became pretty acidocic, but with a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cc's&lt;/span&gt; of apple juice and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; to control the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;acidosis&lt;/span&gt;...we were in business. She completely refused any food or fluid for day 2 and 3...and we were really beginning to think this might not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After clocking in some serious time in the chapel *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;* and some serious patience (and a visit from her brother and sister) she finally ate. She threw up the food immediately....but it began her eating, and we've been on track ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely too tired to write anymore...but here's a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as we thought we were ready....it was a lot harder than we thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-998342757252306021?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/998342757252306021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=998342757252306021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/998342757252306021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/998342757252306021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/01/were-home.html' title='We&apos;re Home!!'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220561433236238468.post-2166267465414148456</id><published>2008-01-12T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:57:19.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Keto Diet...here we come</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's now less than 48 hrs. before Ava will be admitted to Hasbro Children's Hospital to start the Ketogenic Diet for her seizures. Ava has anywhere from 10 to 40 "mini" seizures per day.  They last about 3 seconds, and she falls forward quite often because of these seizures.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All this time I really thought I was ready for another hospital admission, but I think we all forgot how stressful a hospital stay is.  I guess there is just no way to prepare...just jump in head first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4220561433236238468-2166267465414148456?l=ava-labonte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/feeds/2166267465414148456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4220561433236238468&amp;postID=2166267465414148456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/2166267465414148456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4220561433236238468/posts/default/2166267465414148456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ava-labonte.blogspot.com/2008/01/less-than-48-hours.html' title='The Keto Diet...here we come'/><author><name>labonte4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735721809260643457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
