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Everywhere We Go

At the age of 7 months old, Gideon was diagnosed with a degenerative genetic condition called, Peroxisomal Biogenesis Disorder (PBD). Initially we were told he would not live to see his first birthday. Shortly after that visit with his geneticist, I began my blogging journey. By the grace of God, I met Shannon who had a son with the same condition- and her son, Sam, was 10 years old! She connected us with a PBD specialist in Omaha, Nebraska and we learned that Gideon’s life expectancy could actually be anywhere from 2-20 years.

Our son Gideon turned 11 years old this past January and we feel beyond blessed to have such a happy PBD warrior. Although he isn’t able to communicate or walk, he’s easy going and easy to please. His favorite things are his daddy’s beard, toys that vibrate, and being in the water.

Over the years we’ve made it a priority to take Gideon with us everywhere we go; however, it has come with many challenges. We’ve had to figure out how to pack for a medically fragile kid, who is basically an 11 year old infant. He does not have a g-tube, but is on a pureed diet because he was never able to chew & swallow solid foods. So we are always packing diapers, wipes, etc. and preparing his meals based on how the day unfolds. But when we pack for trips & hotels, we take much more- bed rails, medications, our Nutribullet, his Real Food Blends, as well as all the paraphernalia that goes along with preparing/packaging his blended meals. (Among many other things!)

We’ve been extremely blessed to do some fun things over the years! We’ve taken short road trips to see family out of state. We’ve attended the Joni & Friends Texas Family Retreat! We’ve gone to many waterparks and we even made it to Gulf Shores, AL (our furthest road trip to date)! However, my heart has always been a bit sad because long road trips are hard on his small, frail body; and I knew we could never take him on a plane.

Or so I thought…

In September of 2023, I was traveling with a friend to Washington and I had a divine encounter with a woman named Effie. I made a random comment that showed my inexperience with airports. I used my son Gideon as an excuse for why we don’t travel far (or much) and proceeded to tell her all the reasons why he could never get on a plane. Turns out she also has a son with rare genetic condition, and she convinced me that traveling with a medically fragile kid could, in fact, be done. She told me about TSA cares and that Gideon’s liquid diet could absolutely be taken on board the air craft even if it was over their 3 oz rule.

But of all the things she said to me, it was her last statement that haunted me in the coming months. Before parting ways, she put her hand on my shoulder and lovingly said, “Make the plans and take the trip. You’ll regret not trying.” I came home and told my husband the story. He asked if it could wait till 2024 and I obliged.

Unfortunately, in February of 2024 Gideon got super sick. So sick that he stopped eating for 7 days and was extremely dehydrated. Since you can’t treat a virus, we were treating symptoms. In desperation I called palliative care and began what I thought was going to be a repeat of 2019 when he was on hospice. But by the grace of God alone, Gideon turned a corner and began a 6 week climb back to his happy, healthy self (without a hospital stay). So I did what any rational mother would do when he got better…

I called Abby. My friend/travel agent.

And I booked the trip.

You see for 11 years, I’ve told myself that I’m not a mama who lives in fear. That’s why we take Gideon with us everywhere we go- grocery stores, restaurants, church, road trips, etc. It’s why we went on to have 2 more biological kids after Gideon. But after that divine encounter with Effie, I realized that I still have pockets of fear that I have not turned over to the Lord. 2nd Timothy 1:7 reminds us that those fears don’t come from Him.

So here’s where I’m landing the plane on this blog. We just got back from Turks and Caicos. ALL SIX OF US!

And Gideon did amazing!!! I could tell you how wonderful it was… Or you could just see for yourself! Click the link!

Christmas 2022

It’s hard to believe this is our 9th Christmas with Gideon. After his diagnosis, I never thought we’d get one Christmas with him; but here we are celebrating the birth of Christ for the ninth time with our little man!

I’m not gonna lie. This Christmas was rough. Kevin and I were up till 1:30 am getting all the things ready. Like usual, we waited until the last minute to assemble ride toys & electronics. But it’s never been that big of a deal…. until this year. Unfortunately for Kevin, Nya’s ride toy might as well have come from IKEA. Kevin spent hours building that thing from the ground up. Meanwhile, the new electronics proved my age and left me feeling uneducated.

Why do we do this to ourselves?

We laughed while saying all these things should come with a disclaimer on the box that says, “Estimated assembly time- several hours.. Do not attempt on Christmas Eve!”

We were asleep for just over an hour when Gideon woke up with a dirty diaper. Did he go back to sleep? Nope. Not until 6:30 am. The word exhausted doesn’t even begin to describe us at this point.

Of course our other children were up around 8 am. Praise God for Laynie! She made the littles Christmas pancakes (red and green with whipped cream and sprinkles), giving us an additional hour of sleep. God knew we needed her first in the birth order! Could you imagine if Josiah was our oldest!? Lol.

Christmas 2022 was the first Christmas we opened presents without Gideon present. He slept till noon and we felt bad making the other kids wait for him. Plus, he still doesn’t grasp the concept of opening a gift. He hates the feeling of paper and would much rather just be held. So it worked out.

Nevertheless, guilt (and fear) hit me hard as I watched my babies open their gifts while Gideon slept in. It was a visual reminder of what Christmas will look like one day, when Gideon is gone. It’s not a thought that enters my mind as much anymore because Gideon continues to defy the odds. But every now and then, especially when deprived of sleep, my mind goes there and I have to remind myself of the promises of our God.

“Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light & momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen but what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary but what is unseen is eternal.” 2 Corinthians 4:16-18

“You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you because he trusts you.” Isaiah 26:3

“For this world is not our permanent home; we are looking forward to a home yet to come.” Hebrews 13:14

The truth is that none of us are promised tomorrow. Even though I may think Gideon’s life is shorter than most, any one of my children could be called home first. It’s why we love big every day. It’s why we seek reconciliation and forgiveness quickly. It’s why we make the most of Jesus as well as every single moment we have, whether it’s a holiday or not.

Jesus is the reason for the hope that we have.

Lord, teach us to number our days that we may gain a heart of wisdom. -Psalm 90:12

Happy Birthday Nya

Two years ago today, Nya Renee was born. Today we celebrated her with gifts and all things related to Baby Shark (or Baby Doo Doo Doo, as she calls it).

Laynie made the cupcakes AND the frosting from scratch this morning.

They were delicious in case you were wondering! 😉

And Nya got lots of love (and gifts) from both of her grandparents and her Aunt Traci.

At one point during cupcakes, Gideon was playing with the ribbon and got all tangled up.

We are so thankful for this little surprise God blessed us with two years ago.

Also, you’ve never seen a kid more excited about receiving a new “squeasy” for her morning smoothies. Lol.

Happy birthday Nya.

We love you.