After 575 days on GAPS, Carter is offically healed. Now he eats everything!

After 575 days on GAPS, Carter is offically healed. Now he eats everything! Well almost everything! He's still eating a real food/non processed diet for the most part and we will stay away from soy in all forms and cauliflower, mainly because Mommy is still scared of those foods. We are sticking with the 80/20 ratio of foods because now he can indulge in a cheat every once and awhile and he's just fine!

Friday, June 21, 2013

A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words

May 30 was Carter's 4th birthday. It was also one year and 7 months since his first day of GAPS. And it was another big milestone for him. It was the first day we could say he was no longer on GAPS. He was healed. GAPS had done it's job, and what an amazing job it did.

Carter's 3rd birthday was a foodless celebration. He had a cake made of presents and a cupcake candle on top of his honey-drizzled shaved ice.

 This year it was something completely different. On the menu were typical, ordinary preschool foods. Yet, they were three foods he had never had before, not even a taste of them, for fear of the after effects.
A peanut butter and jelly sandwich. An ice cream cone.  And store bought birthday cake. Nothing was homemade. No ingredient labels were studied. Best of all, no side effects were seen, except huge and happy smiles. He went from consuming nothing but meat broth, boiled lamb and beef and pureed pumpkin to being able to walk up to an ice cream counter and pick out whatever flavor he wanted. What a difference a year makes!

If you haven't been following his story, you may be wondering how bad he could have been. Did we really need GAPS? Is that what really saved him? It's said that a picture is worth a thousand words and in this case I believe it's true. You don't need to  read every post I wrote to know where we have been . I am sharing these photos for those of you who are wondering if GAPS is right for you . For those of you who are just starting on the path and are scared and overwhelmed. This was our live before:

A scope at 15 months to look for causes of bloody stools and lack of weight gain and a reason behind his failure to thrive.

 Hospitalized at 20 months for severe upper respiratory infection caused by topical food reactions.

Hospitalized at 2 and a half for a massive intestinal blockage. His intestinal tract did not know how to process and work correctly.

A little boy who was too tired from just trying to survive. A little boy who endured countless tests  and doctors appointments. A little boy who never played for very long. A little boy who had a limited quality of life  for  his first three years.

This is our boy today. All smiles. All energy. All noise. All the time. He's a typical four year kid. I've said it before and it still rings true. GAPS is Hope. It's hard. It's scary. It's exhausting and will probably remind the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. But almost 2 years later, so much of the Hard is a blur, replaced by this magical little face greeting me in the morning and asking. "Momma, I want a new food that I never ever had before". And I get to say, YES!

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

The time has come

Three years and 8 months since Carter John Dyck was born. Three years and 8 months since Carter threw up for the first time. Two years and nine months since Carter nearly died for the first time. Two years and 3 months since I started writing this blog. Two years since Carter was hospitalized for the first time. One year and 3 months since we started GAPS. One year since Carter’s last FPIES reaction.

We have reached a new place in our lives, a place where Fear does not reign over our lives. A place where Food is does not control our lives. A place where Crayons, Markers, Palydoh and Paint are no longer enemies. A place where Sleep is not an exception to the rule. A place where “Just a Taste” doesn’t mean a trip to the ER. A place where the nebulizer doesn’t live on the kitchen counter. A place where screams of pain do not fill our home. A place where days are spent playing and laughing.

What is this new place, you ask? It is the land of GAPS. The land of Healing. The land of Hope. We have sailed across stormy waters and turbulent seas to get here. We’ve endured more than we ever thought possible. And we have left the land of FPIES . . .  FOREVER. We will not be returning to that darkness. We have found Life for our little boy.
Fear has kept me from uttering these words for far too long. The FPIES mindset is a hard one to overcome. When you live in fear 24/7 for over 2 years, it’s hard to imagine you could ever come to live in the land of Healing. But we are here. And we are never going back to the land of FPIES.

I want to end this by thanking YOU for being on this journey with us, for helping and supporting us as we found our way through the maze that was Carter’s life. YOU have helped save this little boy and our family. YOU gave us strength when there was none and hope and help. Thank you!


Thursday, October 18, 2012

One Year!

October 28, 2011: Carter’s first day of GAPS. That was almost a year ago! So much has happened in that year. Today this is an update for all of you who have hoped with us along the way, and it is hope for so many of you who are starting this GAPS journey.

This past year has been a whirlwind of changes.  When we started this change for Carter, who was 2 and a half at the time, we had no idea how long it would take or what it would do to us. Would it bring us together or would it rip us all apart? Those first 3 weeks were some of the scariest days of my life. The fear that I had made the wrong choice was tangible. I swear it sat there in the room with us.  I wasn’t sure he would ever eat normally. He ate the same 3 things day in and day out. Week after week. Month after month. Shortly before starting GAPS, he stopped growing and gaining weight. He didn’t make any changes for a YEAR! He wasn’t talking like he should have been. His coordination was lacking.

So what did we do? We waited. We tried adding in GAPS approved veggies and they failed. We tried changing up his diet at all, and it failed. And that’s the way it needed to be for him. That was what his body needed. How I wish I had trusted and listened to what his body was telling me, in those early months. Sure having a 2 year old whose diet was so very limited was hard. Trying and pulling foods over and over was hard too. So I stopped. He was eating pumpkin, butternut squash, zucchini, beef, lamb and wild game. And that was it. And I didn’t try more. I let his body lead me. We did this for months. And months. And I stopped listening to people tell me that I wasn’t doing GAPS the right way. Rule number one of GAPS, it is an individual diet. You have to follow the stages in a way that works for you. I ignored the doctors who insisted time and again that his body needed formula. And then something happened . . . he grew! An inch in 3 months! Without commercial formula. Without growth hormones. Without synthetic vitamins. With nothing more than real food.

And something else happened. I got brave with food.  Something in me, something in him, told me to try. When he asked for foods that were somewhere, anywhere on the GAPS approved list, I gave them to him. And his body didn’t react. He didn’t shut down. He slept. He smiled. He pooped. And he ate more. When he asked for potatoes, I gave him some.  And nothing happened.

We are going at a steady pace, allowing his diet to expand. He’s eating broccoli, turnip, apples, blueberries, strawberries, hot dogs, carrots, watermelon, an occasional potato, and bananas; along with all the other foods he was eating. He still loves his broth. He still loves his meat. And he loves that all this food is HIS!

GAPS has given me the gift of really learning and understanding his body. Carter still sneaks food, and when he does, he gets a rash on the back of his neck. And he gets a little backed up. But he DOESN”T vomit. He DOESN’T get upper respiratory infections. He DOESN’T have 20 trips to the potty. He DOESN”T have bleeding, burning skin.

So what does this all mean? It means GAPS worked. It means GAPS works. It means that I may soon be able to say that Carter once HAD FPIES. It means that we are going to try dairy again soon.

If you are thinking about trying GAPS, do it!! If you’re lucky enough to have found it while your little one is still a baby, even better! Try the homemade formulas or Baby GAPS, if your little one is old enough.

If you have started GAPS with your child, and you are still in the darkness and confusion that GAPS brings, DO NOT GIVE UP! Don’t let the doctors or your family or your friends or the stranger in the store tell you what’s best for your child. You know what’s best your baby. You really really do.

For every excuse, every road block to GAPS, there is an answer. Once you make the choice, the answers will come. I have learned that Home has nothing to do with the walls that surround you. I have found joy in feeding my family real food. I know what it means to be Strong now. I have felt what it means to be truly, unconditionally loved.

For me, I had to hit rock bottom with Carter’s health before we started GAPS. I knew that Carter was going to die if we did nothing. I was afraid GAPS would kill him with all its meat and bone broth. So what did I have to lose in trying? If I didn’t try, we would lose Carter.  If I did try, he might live, might grow, might thrive. And he did. And he has. And he is. He really is. It’s still a journey and it may always be, but now I think I know where we are going.


Tuesday, August 7, 2012

"I'm moving on. At last I can see, Life has been patiently waiting for me."

“I once was lost, but now I’m found. Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound.” I heard this song last night and it awoke something in me. It has been awhile since I last updated this blog. Carter turned 3, summer vacation began and somewhere in it all, I lost my way. I was struggling with, well, everything. I was losing my faith in the GAPS diet. After numerous doctors telling me that the reason he wasn’t growing and gaining was simply because I wasn’t feeding him correctly. They threw formula at me, brushing aside my concern about it nearly killing him and telling me that if I wanted him to grow, this was my only option, that or a TPN (Feeding through an IV tube) They were trying to scare me, and it worked.

I stopped calling friends, for fear that they would recognize instantly in my voice that everything was not “Alright”, as I so often told them. I was overwhelmed and lost and scared. We tried to introduce some old safe foods, for Carter. Some failed horribly, while others were a nice addition. They didn’t follow the GAPS stages strictly, but they were GAPS legal foods. We learned the hard way thorugh stolen food, that corn was a big negative for Carter as well, a food he practically lived on through the second year of his life.
On top of all of that was the constant fear of another impaction. In June he was x-rayed again and it showed that he was yet again impacted. I felt like I had failed him. The GI doctor wanted him on Miralax, and a high dose too. Miralax is essentially plastic that the body can’t digest. He was a little boy with a super sensitive GI tract and they wanted him on plastic?!? For the next 6 months to a year to help retrain his intestines to move stool through. I hated the idea, but what choice did I have? The fear was paralyzing. I knew GAPS had a constipation protocol, but it would take time. And I wasn’t sure we had that. So we started the Miralax balancing act. Too much and he got stomach spasms and pain, too little and didn’t pass much, although he tried and tried. And cried.

Just when I thought my plate was too full and I couldn’t possibly take another step, I was thrown an incredibly painful and scary curve ball. My oldest son, who is 6, began to have worsening behavioral issues. It made FPIES seem like a walk along a beautiful sunlit beach. I spent countless hours researching and reading. We were either at the doctor or on the phone with one, every single day. It was a living nightmare for everyone in our home. It made struggles with food seem so trivial and unimportant. I just wanted everyone to be happy again.
As we worked through this new obstacle, my guilt over Carter began to lessen. I took some of the great advice I had received and positive feedback from others and took some big steps to help Carter’s impaction issues without Miralax. We introduced fermented coconut water and apple cider vinegar. There were improvements right away and signs that I was doing the right thing for Carter, even if the doctors didn’t agree. He is still on the Miralax, but I am hoping it is on it’s way out.

We survived through this chaos and I believe we are a better family for it. Our marriage is stronger and our lives are fuller. I set out this summer vacation with so many expectations, so many things I wanted to do for our family. Life had other plans for me, for all of us.

With school less than 2 weeks away, I’ve started to pull myself back up. I no longer feel numb and overwhelmed. I am truly excepting my life, with it’s imperfections. I am allowing myself to fail without guilt and to start anew every morning. And I am reminded that I am not alone in this, even when it’s literally impossible to leave the house.
An amazing blog post from a fellow GAPS mom, whom I have never met, who helped me see the joy in making that much dreaded broth.

And those moments when all 3 of my little wonders are laughing and giggling, well their noise is infectious and I’m allowing myself to slow down and giggle too.

Monday, May 7, 2012

An Update or A Rant, or Possibly Both.

Carter’s peace from pain lasted for all of 24 hours. WE learned after a GI appointment that he had a stool impaction. So we tried to clear it. With Milk of Magnesia. With Miralax. With enemas. With Dulcolax suppositories. He was taking Tylenol around the clock and Zofran to help him sleep. We had another x-ray done. The impaction was considerably worse. This entire time, over a week, we were trying to clear him out, and he was going. Apparently it wasn’t enough.  So we tried magnesium citrate. That’s the stuff they give before a colonoscopy to clear you out. IT still wasn’t working. He was still in pain. We saw the GI on Thursday, April 19. I practically begged him to admit Carter and clear him out at the hospital. I was getting scared doing this at home. He was showing dehydration signs and was still in a TON of pain. The doctor said to wait another 2 to 4 days. If Carter was still in pain, call and they’d get him admitted.

I called Sunday morning, as we hadn’t seen any improvement. They got us a room ready at 1 pm. We were checked in and settled by 2:30. IV fluids were started and blood work and x-rays were taken to give us a baseline to compare his progress. The process of cleaning him out involves placing an NG tube, a small tube inserted in the nose that goes down into the stomach, and pumping him full of a product called GoLytely.  This works similar to a garden hose on a dried up pile of dirt. It washes over the impaction, eventually ridding it all from the body. The first attempt at the NG tube was a complete failure. They used no numbing agent, couldn’t get it placed correctly and caused him to bleed. We made the decision to stop and see if it could be done with some sort of sedation.

The next morning we met with an amazing GI, or so we thought, who wanted to get Carter thoroughly checked out with GI, Endocrinology, Allergy and Immunology to help find both the cause for the impaction and look into his lack of growth. They were going to schedule a lower endoscopy as well.  The NG tube was successful put in the second time around using medication to help Carter relax.  The GoLytely was started Monday afternoon around 3:30.  It is supposed to take approximately 4 hours to work. It took TWELVE hours before anything happened. Is it because he was so backed up or because there is an issue with his bowls? We don’t know. Why don’t we know? That’s the BIG question.

The doctors were great, until I mentioned FPIES and specifically his shock reactions. Once I told them that, the doctors gave up on helping us in any way beyond clearing the impaction. The lower endoscopy was canceled. None of the specialists ever came to see us. The GI doctor NEVER came back.

It took 36 hours for Carter to clean out.  A painful process that I will spare you the details. Just know it involved full linen change of the bed every time he pooped. By Wednesday afternoon, Carter wanted to get up out of bed and play for the first time since we got there on Sunday.  He was feeling and looking so much better.

The pediatrician working at the hospital came in to get a progress report and to see about sending us home. What happened to the other tests they were going to do? What happened to the rest of his care? She told me that since he’s not really going into shock i.e. anaphylactic shock, that I was unnecessarily restricting his diet. That his FPIES diagnosis wasn’t a REAL diagnosis at all. His impaction was purely my fault for not feeding him and his lack of growth was due to malnourishment.

She went on to say that we needed to have him followed by a GI doctor who could help figure out his digestive issues and make a real diagnosis.

                Oh, you mean the GI doctor who told us he was growing fine and to just keep doing what we were doing? The GI doctor who told us there wasn’t anything wrong with him? Ok, I’ll make another appointment.

                Have we tried Elecare Jr? Yes, he reacted to it. No, it wasn’t that he didn’t like the flavor; it made him throw up and poop blood. Should I have continued it?

                I asked the pediatrician if she’d like to call the doctor at Stanford who gave us the diagnosis. No, she didn’t think that would help her at all.

                She gave us the green light to go home and we RAN.  Carter didn’t fit into their little box of what was accepted, so instead of expanding their box to include him, they threw him out. They pushed ALL the blame on me and walked away. We have since filed a complaint with the doctors on staff and have a plan in place for any further visits to that hospital. I won’t have my child’s care limited because some doctor or 4, think I’ve made this all up. Type “FPIES” into any search engine and you can see it’s a real issue. The word shock sent them running. So call it whatever you like, but he goes completely unresponsive when he eats certain foods.

I will say that the rest of the hospital staff was amazing and made our stay as enjoyable as a hospital stay can be. We have since found another Endocrinologist who thinks that the fact that he hasn’t grown in almost a YEAR, is a BIG deal. She’s running some further tests on his liver function as well. She had the same blood work results as the doctors did in the hospital. The doctors looked at his numbers, with levels that were troublesome, and dismissed it all.  OUR pediatrician was outraged and dumbfounded that anyone could look at his blood work and growth chart and NOT see a problem.

We have an appointment with GI in June and appointment at Stanford with our Allergist in late July. We are also working on getting an appointment with a Stanford GI who might take this all more seriously. Otherwise we will go into our GI appointment in June armed with all the information she will need to take him seriously. Or we will walk out. The gloves are off.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The Storm Has Hit

A year ago yesterday we were sitting in a doctor’s office in New Jersey. That started a new chapter of doctors and specialists and tests. We closed that chapter and found ourselves in a time of quiet for Carter, a time where we thought we had found our normal.  We were sailing along. But that storm I mentioned in my last post found us and has hit us hard.

We spent yesterday in the ER with Carter. His tummy pain had gotten increasingly worse, causing him to vomit. The screaming was just too much so we took him to get help.  Part of me is still surprised that they helped him. Maybe it was the letter I bought from the doctor explaining what FPIES is and how to treat a reaction, although he wasn’t having a reaction. 

We got right in, no waiting. They drew blood, placed an IV line and did an ultrasound. They gave him Zofran for nausea and IV fluids. Within 10 minutes of the Zofran entering his system, he began to perk up! And let me tell you, I was terrified! Giving him a new medicine, risking a reaction. But we were already in the hospital and that seemed like the safest place to have a reaction. But there was no reaction, just a happy Carter. It’s been so long since I’ve seen a happy Carter!

We went home that afternoon, after being told the ultrasound and blood work both came back normal. Our pediatrician called to check on us in the ER and has already called this morning. We have an appointment on Friday with a new GI doctor. We are determined to find the cause of all this pain.

Since to Zofran worked so well, it makes me wonder if some of him tummy pain complaint, is his way of communicating that he’s nauseas. Either way, it helped and so did the IV fluids. He slept ALL night last night, from 7 pm to 7 am, ALL NIGHT!

He is a happy boy this morning. No crying or fussing. But I must be careful what I say, that’s how yesterday started.  It’s the Murphy’s Law of Moms. If you deep clean something, they will throw up on it. If you comment on how well they are feeling, they will get sick. Well he threw up all over the newly cleaned couch cushion after I’d said he seemed to be feeling much better yesterday.  So today I will just enjoy the happy moments and hope they stay awhile!

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

The Calm Before The Storm

I’ve been debating putting this update on here for silly reasons, like fear of judgment, but there have been several people asking for updates, and this blog is about Carter’s journey through this maze, so here ya go!

Carter hasn’t gained any height in 7 months, which is concerning. He has gained weight but is having trouble keeping it on; he keeps bouncing between 27 and 29 pounds. He has been 27 pounds since September. His pediatrician did a blood work up on him to test for metabolic disorders.

Due to the results, we have been referred to a Pediatric Endocrinologist. They are concerned with his Growth Hormone levels. Two tests were run and both came back on the low end of normal. These tests are not very reliable on kids under 5, so that is why we will be looking further into this to make sure we aren't missing anything. Luckily this specialist is local and our Pediatrician has already talked with her over the phone.  Our appointment is scheduled for April 20.

The testing also showed that there are still high levels of inflammation in his body. His numbers were 3 times higher than the normal range. Normal is 0 to 15. He tested at a 55. The test is called an ERS. The test only tells us there is generalized inflammation, and not the cause of it. This does help explain the chronic pain he has been in lately. Our pediatrician thinks that this may be telling us that his gut issues are not as well controlled as we thought. This may mean we go back to Stanford, but I'm not sure yet.

Thankfully our Pediatrician is taking this very seriously and thinks it's time to look further into any other issues that may be affecting Carter. We also saw a Child Psychiatrist who is helping us deal with Carter's crazy food stealing. He is also taking this all very seriously and seems like he will be a good advocate to have on our side.

So, all of this to say, there may be something else going on and there may be nothing else going on. But the doctors are looking! Thank goodness!

Why was this so hard to post? Because when I first got the call from our doctor, I cried. And cried. And cried. I couldn’t even talk about it. My mommy instinct says there is something else going on. It has said that for months. And now finally, the doctors see it too. Those test numbers show that my little one really IS in pain, ALL. THE. TIME. His growth stale started before GAPS and even though he’s eating a good deal of food, it’s still not breaking the stale.  He wakes up 3,4,5,6,8,10,12 times a night complaining of pain or just screaming. He doesn’t need new clothes or new shoes for the summer because everything from last year still fits. A soon to be 3 year old in 18 month clothes. At least he likes those summer shirts!

So now we wait for the next wave of our medical saga. We slowed down for awhile and things seemed to have calmed down. Now I realize, that was just the calm before the storm.