GLOW: Galacto Girl Style

As we approach our second GLOW: Galacto Girl Style event (virtual this year) I thought it was probably a good time to look back at last year's event. 

This year will definitely look much different since we won't be GLOWING together in person, but I'm still excited about the awareness and funds we can raise. 

So, a look back: Last year was our first year participating in GLOW -  an amazing fundraiser started by my friend Brittany in Tennessee in honor of her daughter Ansell, who has Galactosemia. Our first event was a huge success starting with two different news crews interviewing me two days before the event. We had 74 people attend the event and between the registrations and donations team GLOW: Galacto Girl Style raised over $2,000. 

Because I'm not what you would call an avid runner (okay, probably could have omitted the word "avid") - we went with a "MOVE" event. There were stations where attendees could move their bodies and their minds. Attendees played basketball, walked laps, did yoga and also colored, played board games and learned about Galactosemia. The day was so much more than I could have expected or hoped for! 

We held the event at our church, South Lansing Christian Church (and hope to gather in person there again for a future event!) The morning of the event I attended church and was so moved by one of the songs, which was so appropriate for that day and our Galactosemia story. Here is part of the Facebook post I made: 

“Great is your faithfulness...you never change, you never fail, O God.” He has been so faithful to me and our family - I may forget that sometimes or question it in moments of weakness, but it’s not that He isn’t faithful - sometimes His timeline just doesn’t match up with ours. And that’s because His plan for us, our life and our family is so much bigger than we could imagine. 

And at the end of the day, after everyone left and we had locked up, I sat in the prayer room at church and thanked God for His faithfulness, for all of you and for my husband and my girls. Navigating this medical condition was not something I could have ever imagined but I would also not change it for anything because that would mean changing my girls and I would never want that. And I asked him for strength and wisdom to keep being the mom my girls need me to be, even when I’m not feeling particularly strong. I know He will continue to be faithful. We are blessed.

GLOW: GALACTO GIRL STYLE 2021 - register today!

So, looking forward to this year - it's not how we would prefer to have the event, but it is what makes sense as we make our way through this pandemic. We can still make memories, get some exercise and learn something new. And most importantly, we can still raise awareness and funds for our Galactosemia community. 

For those interested in joining our event, you can sign up here: https://runsignup.com/Race/Register/?raceId=68674&eventId=450216&fbclid=IwAR1nL4syGZsdTrDVlWbTQz4elaUSVY97L76MuWbx-77DtduJ5GJJnpXz4l4

Make sure to register as a virtual participant and then say yes to joining a team and join GLOW: Galacto Girl Style. You will receive a glow in the dark t-shirt and mask for every registration. The money from registration goes to benefit the Galactosemia Foundation. You must register by Feb. 10.

For the details on our specific event - check out our Facebook event: https://fb.me/e/1PD20D6P5

We will start with a Facebook Live event at 10 a.m. - after that, it's up to you, but we ask four things:

1. MOVE - Get active! Do yoga, take a walk or have a dance party - whatever sounds like fun!

2. LEARN - We will share some great new resources available and other information so you can learn more about the disease our Galacto Girls live with, every day.

3. EDUCATE - Help us spread the word about Galactosemia and why it is so important to raise funds and support research by posting information about Galactosemia and Rare Disease Day on your social media.

4. SHARE - Post a picture on social media of you/your family GLOWING on Feb. 28! Use any or all of the following hashtags: #GalactoGirls #glowforgalactosmeia #rarediseaseday

P.S. Newscasts covering our event last year available here: https://www.wlns.com/news/galactosemia-what-is-it-family-shares-story-of-daughters-rare-disease/ and https://www.wilx.com/content/news/Williamston-mom-raises-awareness-of-rare-disease-day--568350051.html

And then there were two...Galacto Girls

Well, two days before the twins turn 2, seems like a good day to introduce Galacto Girl 2.0 (and Dairy Queen) to the blog. (Oy...life is clearly a little busy). But here goes...

We knew there was a chance one (or both) of the twins would have Galactosemia, so when they were born we put them on Soy Formula and waited for the Newborn Screen results. From the moment they were born Amelia had oxygen/breathing issues, so I didn't even hold her. I heard two babies cry,  I heard reports of two "good size twins" but it took me a little bit to realize I only had Baby B on my chest. I finally said "Where is Baby A" and that's when Chris (or someone) told me she was having some breathing issues and was on Oxygen. 

I didn't think much of it at the time in relation to Galactosemia, but I probably should have - that is exactly how things started with Francesca. Amelia was taken to the NICU and Annabelle was able to come in the room with me. The next few days were a roller coaster - but a familiar one. Amelia's white blood count was low and there was something showing on her lungs (likely fluid), so they put her on an antibiotic. One thing would get resolved (coming off oxygen) and then another thing would pop up (IV for possible infection). Then her blood sugar was off. I'm not sure after which "new" issue I realized it, but I remember saying to my mom "If we have another Galacto Girl, I'm pretty sure I know who it is." If you look back at one of my first blogs about the Seven Day Eternity - these were all issues that Francesca had. Francesca was never put in the NICU though - when she was born Sparrow had a "Special Care Nursery" and she was there. I was able to hold Francesca from the beginning. That was not the case with Amelia - she was in an incubator and hooked up to all kinds of stuff. I didn't get to hold her until the day after she was born.

And then of course this time we had the added complication of my C-Section, so I was in more pain and not as mobile as I was with Francesca. It made for a stressful and scary time. I think the scariest (and most infuriating) moment was when Dawn and I went to the NICU to see Amelia and they were putting an IV in HER HEAD. She was screaming, there were two nurses and NO ONE was saying anything to me. I was terrified, I had no idea what was happening and I was helpless watching my baby scream. I soon learned her IV in her arm had gone bad and the head is one of the best places for babies - BUT no one told me that at the time. As you can tell, I'm still a little bitter.  I understand they were just doing their job but a little communication would have been nice. Anyhoo....

On day three we got the results. Chris had just left to see Amelia in the NICU and I was pumping, when a doctor knocked on the door. Results were in - Amelia had Galactosemia. Annabelle didn't. I was prepared for this, I knew it was a possibility but it still felt like a punch in the gut. I cried, a lot. How in the hell was I going to handle one baby with galactosemia and one without. It seemed very scary and overwhelming.. And yet, I was also relieved. Relieved Annabelle (who at this point I was already calling "Annie" and constantly singing "Sweet Annie" by Zac Brown Band to) didn't have it and relieved to know that was likely the reason behind all the issues Amelia was experiencing. 

Amelia was discharged from the NICU and we were able to have the girls together for the first time and a newborn photographer came in and took pictures. With most everything resolved, except Amelia's bilirubin, we were able to go home on May 15, with a light therapy blanket for Amelia. 

As we settled in at home we started figuring out the formula situation. We purchased color coded name bands for bottles (blue for "anna blue belle" and orange for "agent amelia orange.”  I have no idea guys - I was tired, and it made sense and stuck!) We also bought two Dr. Brown formula pitchers - one for soy formula, one for dairy. Over the course of the next few months there would be several times I would dump a formula container because in my sleep-deprived state I wasn't totally sure if it was soy in the soy pitcher or dairy in the dairy pitcher. 

The first metabolic appointment was at lot less scary and overwhelming than with Francesca. I didn't cry all the way home and although I still had moments of anger, sadness and uncertainty - I knew we could and would handle anything the condition threw our way. 

As the girls started to develop, Amelia (Galacto Girl) hit the major milestones before Annabelle. She rolled first, crawled first, cut teeth first, walked first, talked first. If Annabelle would have been the one with Galactosemia I would have definitely thought it was the condition. I guess it made sense, she was "Baby A" - the first to be born, I guess she had to keep up the signature "Baby A" by being the first at everything! But it was just the case of kids developing and hitting milestones at different times. You notice it a lot more when you have two to compare. We do have Early On coming for visits monthly to watch for any delays, but at two years old, Amelia continues to exceed expectations. 

We knew they weren't identical since one had a genetic condition and the other didn't - but they also didn't look identical. As they got a little older I had a couple moments of panic. I remember a time around their baptism that I started freaking out about getting them mixed up or other people mixing them up - and I labeled their diapers. 🤣 That lasted about a day. And of course when I went back to work and the nanny started I worried about her mixing them up, so I wrote down all the differences (Amelia had more hair, Annabelle was smaller, etc.)

Everything is still color coded. The name bands are now around sippy cups instead of bottles; Amelia has green sippy cups and Annie has blue and dishes are coordinated the same. Other than Vitamin D milk, Annabelle is eating what the big girl eats which means dairy-free mac and cheeze, pizza, etc. Some day we'll introduce her to the real stuff (and with our luck she won't like it), but for now with how they share and drop food, it's just not safe.

Francesca and Amelia are our Galacto Girls and Annabelle is our Dairy Queen. When I was pregnant with the twins, Francesca was obsessed with "Baby B" and that continued until recently. Now she is more drawn to Amelia, who is a little more loving toward her sister than Annabelle (who we lovingly refer to as "bulldozer baby"). Recently the twins started interacting and playing together more; it's fun to watch. It will be interesting to see how relationships develop and change as the twins get older. Of course the twins will have their bond but I expect Francesca and Amelia will also have a special relationship because of galactosemia. It's bound to be a fun (and exhausting) adventure. We hope you'll continue it with us. And I'll try to be better about updating the blog!

Galacto Girl Goes To Preschool

Galacto Girl Goes to Preschool? Well that doesn't seem right. Didn't I just do a blog post a couple months ago about Galacto Girl going to daycare? Oh that was a year and a half ago? Alrighty then...

So, September 5 Francesca had her first day of all-day Preschool. It was less than two weeks after we decided to see if it was even a possibility.

Chris and I had talked in passing a couple times about the fact that we should look into it. But it wasn't until less than two weeks before school started that I made the call. It was mostly prompted by my frustration and discomfort with daycare. While they have been wonderful to FJ and good about her dietary restrictions - there had been a lot of turnover with both the teachers in the rooms and the director and assistant director. I understand that turnover happens, but it felt like all the people who were there when FJ started - the people who really loved her and were aware of the Galactosemia were gone. And it was exhausting and worrisome wondering if the new teachers were up to speed and if the directors really understood the condition. So, it was a combination of that and the fact that I knew she was getting attached to her friends at daycare and it would be harder for her to leave in another year - I made the call.

They returned my call on Monday and said because they had just had a family withdrawal - they had one open spot. Sure felt like a "God thing." And that was just the first of many. We arranged for Chris to pick up the necessary paperwork and when he was at the school to pick up the paperwork the teacher was there. He was able to talk to her and explain FJ's Galactosemia. Then a couple days later my mom took Francesca for a walk to play at the park and see where she would be going to school. As they were reading the sign on the door a woman came to the door and asked if they needed anything. My mom explained Francesca was going to be starting Preschool there. It was Francesca's teacher - so she was able to meet her.

The only person who wasn't going to meet the teacher before school was mama. I was going to be out of town for work for a few days. During that time Chris would take FJ to the orientation and have a one-on-one meeting with the teacher. I struggled with a lot of mom guilt, but I had work commitments and I knew I would be there for the first day of school, which was the most important thing. 

The night before she started school I began to panic. I wanted to make sure they had information that explained FJ's condition. There were a few "teachers' guides" and other information online but most of them were for kids who had known delays, which she doesn't at this time, or very complex info. So it was a late night - but I created an overview document that explained the condition, FJ's journey, delays we were watching for, restricted foods and then a page of approved and not approved snacks, based on their calendar. Lunches wouldn't be a problem because she would bring her own lunch but some of the snacks were definitely off limits, so I made sure to cross off everything FJ couldn't eat and highlight the items she could, on the monthly calendar.

Francesca was super excited to start preschool. She would be going on Monday, Tuesday and Friday

all day (8:30-3:30) and then to after care until 6. She would still go to my parents' house on Wednesday and Thursday. We explained that she wouldn't be going to daycare anymore but she would have new teachers and meet new friends. She told us on several occasions that she was excited but "might be a little scared." Me too baby, me too. The first day drop off went very well. Francesca didn't cry at all...and mama mostly held it together. I worked from home that day and at 3:45 we got an email from her teacher with the subject "accident". Turns out our potty trained girl had pooped her pants during rest time...and she was wide awake.

Okay...probably just nerves and the new routine. Right? Got another email on Friday the first week - Madame Poops Her Pants had made a return - pooping her pants during rest time. What in the actual?! I was really afraid we were going to get kicked out. We talked about it with her and reminded her she needed to tell her teacher or an assistant when she had to go potty, she said she understood. LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE (and full of poop). So, on Monday I refresh my email about every 3 seconds around the time we would get the poop alert - and finally we do - to let us know that she didn't have an accident. WOOT! I remember how when she was little and was constipated we would joke about a "poop party" when she finally went. I didn't ever think I would be having a "no poop party" when she was three. But, here I was - damn near ready to throw her a party for not pooping her pants.

But then Tuesday came. This was a little different because we didn't get an email from the teacher about it, in fact Chris did get one that said she didn't have an accident. But when I went to pick her up she was in different pants and I had a suspect stinky plastic bag to take home. Gagsville. So, I ask FJ when she pooped her pants. "I didn't poop my pants!" was the reply. "Well, I have a stinky bag of your clothes and some poop marks that tell me different." "NO MAMA, I DIDN'T POOP MY PANTS" - great Madame Poops Her Pants is now also a big fat (and angry) liar.

When she went back on Friday (today) I didn't have high hopes, mostly because I knew she hadn't pooped since Tuesday. And I was right...another email about her pooping her pants during rest time. NOW I'M PANICKING - it's week two and there is no improvement. How long can I keep telling myself that it is because of the new routine?! And although I don't remember seeing anything about kids needing to be potty trained, I know that is usually a preschool prerequisite. So, I reply to the teacher and pretty much apologize and ask if she's going to get kicked out. A response comes a few hours later - she has some ideas for what they can try over the next couple weeks and no, she's not going to be kicked out. SHOOOO - a huge sigh of relief for this mama. Her teacher mentioned maybe she doesn't like going with all the other kids in the bathroom - which hadn't really dawned on me but Chris noted that the bathroom at daycare was only a single stall, she didn't have to worry about others being there. Maybe that's the issue. So the teacher is going to wait until all the kids are down for rest time and then take her and see if that makes a difference.

I have to be honest. I've said a lot of prayers in my life - but I never expected to beg God to help my child not poop her pants. But here we are...on the third night (or more) of that prayer. And this is a doozy of one for him to take His time answering. I'm hoping next week is better and sooo thankful her teacher has been wonderful and understanding.

Overall the communication with the teacher has been amazing. Aside from the "your kid pooped herself again" emails, she also let us know a couple times when snack changed and Francesca was able to have it - or an email to tell us on the days when she couldn't have snack, what they substituted based on the allowed/not allowed list I provided them. It has all been very reassuring.

So next week will be week three. Really hoping it will be a poop-in-the-toilet-not-in-your-pants kind of week, but only time will tell. In the meantime, if anyone has any tips to help Madame Poops Her Pants, I'll take them. Also, I can't wait to show her this blog on her high school graduation. Unless she's still pooping her pants, then it won't be so funny.

A Letter to Myself - July 15, 2014

This is the time of year when Timehop and On This Day Facebook memories and pictures bring back the sadness, fear and uncertainty we experienced three years ago. We still face uncertainties including possible learning disabilities (yes, I know she's doing great now - but the galactose will continue to build up in her body and and could still cause long term challenges) and premature ovarian failure, among other things. But we have an amazing kiddo that I wouldn't change for anything - including her Galactosemia diagnosis. As Francesca's birthday approached I kept thinking of things I would have loved to know three years ago. So, I wrote a letter to my July 15, 2014 self.

Dear Me,

Things are about to get really scary. When your skin-to-skin time is cut short, it will be just the beginning. You will question if you'll ever bring your daughter home. You will feel incredible guilt
when you return to the nursery after breastfeeding Francesca only to find out  the very thing you thought was sustaining her would kill her. You will think you want to go home for a night only to make your husband turn around and take you back to the hospital because you would rather spend the night sharing a room with a stranger (divided only by a curtain) than spend the night at home, away from your baby. You will experience an emotional roller coaster that will include times of peace and hope and times of extreme sadness, fear and anxiety. But know this, your baby will be okay, you will be okay.

Don't push your friends away. There are a lot of people who love you. And you need them. Reach out, ask for their prayers, cry with them. Let them come visit. After spending a couple days not talking to anyone about the situation - you will feel so much relief when your best friend comes to meet Francesca and you get away for a couple hours. People you haven't talked to in years will reach out to offer prayers and provide support. It will help. You will still remember who they were and be grateful 3 years later.

Be wary of what you read on the Internet. You will read A LOT. And most of it will be really scary - because it is worst case scenario. You will find good things too; A blog about two healthy girls with the condition, a Facebook group full of supportive people who have been in your shoes and will offer advice and support, and information about the conference that happens every two years (and is actually taking place in Florida while you are scouring the Internet for information about the condition). But there will also be out of date information, including dietary guidelines. And there will be conflicting information. And there will be a lot about worst case scenarios - read it, know it is a possibility and then move on. It could happen, it doesn't mean it will.

Be prepared for information overload. You will be terrified and anxious leading up to the specialist appointment. At the appointment you will meet with several different people who will provide so much information you will feel like your head will explode and you will never remember everyone and everything. You will leave feeling exhausted and overwhelmed. You will cry all the way home and not want to talk to anyone. Your husband will hold your hand and share in your grief. These appointments will not always be this way but your husband will continue to be your rock - strong when you are weak, positive when you are negative, patient when you are not. You will make a great team. (I realized as I'm typing this that I probably don't tell him that enough. Thank you, Chris! xoxo)

You will learn more than you thought possible during the first year. The first time you go to buy baby cereal you will call the dietitian in the aisle of Kroger to make sure it is safe because there are a couple ingredients you won't be sure about. You will be near tears because you're overwhelmed and think you'll never figure it out. And this will not be the last time - you'll put all of the dietitians phone numbers (3 to be exact) in your phone and will call them frequently as your child ages and is introduced to new foods. But, you will learn a lot - quickly. By the time she is two you will be able to easily read a label and spot unsafe ingredients. You will learn that the allergy statement is the first place to start and what to look for - but also know to read the ingredients, just in case.

Stay positive and pray. This child is the best thing you have ever made. Enjoy her. Don't spend your life worrying. Nothing good comes from worrying about something that might never happen. And if it does happen, it won't help to have wasted days, months or years worrying about it. You will have good days and bad days, days filled with anxiety but more filled with hope and joy. Pray. Know that even when the future seems scary and uncertain for you, it is not for God. He's got this. Remember, Francesca is a child of God, and He doesn't make mistakes. She is exactly who He meant for her to be. Find peace in that and walk by faith.

Love,
Me

p.s. I might also include - you're not going to completely change your diet, removing all dairy, and get super skinny like you might think. You will make simple substitutes (dairy free butter, bread, marinades, etc.) when they are available, but for the most part you will put the cheese and other dairy ingredients on the side and teach Francesca from an early age what she can and cannot have and to ask if something is "safe" for her, before she eats it.

Celebrating Galacto Girl on Rare Disease Day, and Every Day

It's Rare Disease Day - the perfect time to give an update and celebrate our Galacto Girl. We had our appointment with the Metabolic specialist the beginning of November. As always, they tested her Gal1P, the amount of galactose in her blood. They want the number to be under 4. It had been under 4 for the last couple appointments so I was hopeful. This time it came back right at 4. They aren't concerned because she is doing so well and said it could have just been what her body was producing that day and not related to anything she ate. They didn't recommend a recheck so we will get it checked at her next appointment...which won't be until next fall. We only have to go back yearly now. Yay!

We also found out her Vitamin D is low. Not surprising since our strong-willed sassbox refuses to drink any kind of milk substitute (coconut milk, almond milk, soy milk...we've tried them all). The doctor prescribed chewables for her but trying to get the prescription filled has been a nightmare. Insurance wouldn't cover it because she's not over 65. Then I found out it was like $6 for the prescription so told them to order it and I would pay out of pocket. Then they couldn't find it in the amount the doctor was prescribing. After several trips and calls to the pharmacy, I finally gave up and went shopping. After trying Whole Foods I found them at GNC. Brought them home and....she hates them. GAH. I called the Metabolic clinic back and asked for drop recommendations. So, I will be ordering those  and hope they do the trick to get her Vitamin D where it needs to be. Other than that, the appointment was great. She is great. Just the same caution of "delays usually don't show up until around school age."

We often talk to FJ about being a Galacto Girl and having Galactosemia. It's a struggle to figure out how to make your two and a half year old understand that although sharing is very important - she cannot share food if someone offers it to her. I know it will be easier as she gets older but we will continue to have the conversation.

And then there are things she definitely understands...like how to turn our own words on us. So we often say "that's not safe for you" or "we have to make sure that's safe." Well a couple weeks ago miss smarty pants was eating her dinner and decided she was done. She pushed her plate away and looked at me and said, "No mama. Can't. It's not safe for me." :/ AHHHHHHH. I assured her that her mama would never give her something that wasn't not safe for her. Oh boy...we're in for it.

In other news - Francesca will be having tubes put in her ears next Wednesday, March 8. In the last year she has had a couple double ear infections and several single ear infections. At a recheck for the last one the doctor found that although the infection was cleared up there was still fluid in her ears. We went back two weeks later and it was the same, so they sent us to a specialist. They said her hearing is probably impacted to some degree, so hopefully the tubes will help. I know it's a simple procedure but am still anxious, of course. Prayers are appreciated!

She is a rare kid - in more ways than one (I mean, have you met her parents? Especially her dad...) but I wouldn't change her for the world. She is by far the best thing I have ever done.

Conference Recap

Five months after the conference seems like a good time to post an update. Whoops. Let's see if I can remember...

The conference was much like I expected. There were times I felt very hopeful and other times that I felt lost and terrified. But overall, it was a wonderful experience.

We met a lot of great people and learned a lot of tips for managing the condition. Two of the sessions stand out to me. One as a high and one as a low.

The low: Premature Ovarian Insufficiency. Bottom line, most women with Galactosemia (80-90%) have POI in some form making it unlikely (but not impossible) to have children. They said the best chance of a woman with Galactosemia to get pregnant is to do IVF with donor eggs because they have lower egg count. With that said, I know research is continuing and we have years before we have to really think about that.

The high: A presentation by a mother of two boys with Galactosemia about the importance of self esteem. She talked about everyday events that can be challenging for our kids and the importance of helping them believe in themselves so they can rise to any challenge. She also gave some great tips such as putting green and red stickers on all the food in the house - that way if a family member or babysitter comes over, they will know what is safe. It's also an easy way for the child to know what they can and can't have. She also talked about the importance of having the kids start asking questions and talking to the chef when you're out to dinner, at an early age. This will allow them to learn what questions to ask and how to explain the restrictions since as she said, some day mom won't be with them. It was also encouraging to later hear from both of her sons who are in college and doing well.

We also got to meet Dr. Fridovich-Keil who does Galactosemia research at Emory University. I had enrolled Francesca in a study with her lab so it was great to meet her and learn more about the research. We also enrolled FJ in another study.

FJ celebrating her birthday at the conference

One session has really stuck with me. A mom shared her story of refusing the newborn screen. As I have talked about before, the newborn screen is the reason Francesca is with us today. She was diagnosed because of the newborn screen - a simple heel poke - at 3 days old. I learned that there are people who actually petition against the newborn screen. The presenter shared her story of being approached by a nurse who claimed the newborn screen was a violation of privacy and it would allow the government to have the child's DNA. After talking with the nurse and not being aware of any genetic issues in their family, she signed the Parental Refusal of Newborn Screen. After her son was born her nurse (different nurse than previously mentioned) encouraged her three different times to get the newborn screen. After the third time, she agreed and because of the test found out her son had Galactosemia. Thankfully it was caught in time and he is now a healthy 7 year old. Her story made me realize I need to be a vocal supporter of the newborn screen. I need to share my story. I hate to think about what could have happened if we hadn't done the newborn screen and it is heartbreaking to me that people would advocate against a non-invasive and potentially life-saving test.

Apparently she thought it was okay to take
all the balloons, since it was her birthday!

The speaker also shared the poem "Welcome to Holland" - written by a mother of a special needs child. I've also read other special needs parents talk about why they don't like the poem. Personally, I really related to it. It left me in tears and still does.While we have been very fortunate so far and Francesca is not experiencing any delays, we know we could still have a long road ahead of us. And it's not what any parent expects or wishes for. It reminds me of when I blogged about how everyone tells you to have a birth plan but also warns you it might not go as planned but no one tells you your after birth plan might not go as expected.

We learned a lot at the conference. We met some new friends but didn't meet as many people as I had hoped. It was hard because they had activities at night but they started at the same time as FJ's bedtime so we didn't attend them.

The next conference is in 2018 in Denver, Colorado. We'll definitely be flying to that one. Oh - that's another thing I learned - driving to Georgia with a toddler is a questionable decision. Actually, the drive there wasn't the problem, but when we were driving through the mountains on the way home and FJ was screaming "OUT...I WANT OUT" at the top of her lungs, I briefly considered strapping myself to the roof of the car. Instead, after we were out of the mountains Chris frantically searched for the nearest park, which we immediately went to and let Francesca play before continuing the drive.

I'm looking forward to the 2018 conference and am currently brainstorming some fundraising ideas we can do to support the cause. Stay tuned.

And We're Off - Galactosemia Conference Bound

Atlanta here we come! An adventure for Galacto Girl (and her mama and dad) to be sure. The Galactosemia conference,  which is held every two years, kicks-off Thursday evening and continues through Saturday.

The first time I learned about the conference was three days after Francesca was born. I was feverishly searching for answers about this rare and terrifying diagnosis and found all kinds of information about the conference, which was underway in Florida. Soon after we decided that spending her birthday at the conference every other year would be a cool tradition (and get mama out of  a birthday party). :)

While I am excited about the conference, I am mentally preparing myself for a couple of emotional days and information overload. At the last conference they announced several updates to the dietary guidelines. By the time we received the dietary guidelines book, a few weeks after Francesca was born, it was already out of date. They were now allowing legumes, hummus and even certain aged cheeses! I'm looking forward to learning the latest and greatest about the research findings. But I also know there might be information that's difficult to hear. We'll be meeting many individuals with Galactosemia which could include a range of complications. With not knowing how this condition will impact FJ long-term, I'm not sure if meeting others will be encouraging or discouraging, but I anticipate a little of both.

The conference offers a variety of break-out sessions. Chris will be going to the more "science behind the condition" sessions and I will be attending the ones geared towards managing the condition and possible side effects.

Now the question is - will I regret our decision to drive instead of fly? So far so good - but we're only three hours into our multiple day drive. Ask me on Thursday afternoon and I might have different feelings.