The Heart of the Eczema

The title of this post is misleading, because eczema has no heart. If it had an embodied form, it would be a soulless monster, preying on anyone, including the young and the helpless.

The past week has been filled with moments that just make me want to curl up on my bed and cry. Today especially was incredibly discouraging. There are few things more emotionally stressful and draining as a parent than seeing your child suffering, and there has been a lot of physical discomfort for Diana this week. I hate hearing her scream during the rare bath/shower times, or when I'm putting on a moisturizer that I know is good for her. I hate hearing her cry and beg me to stop because it hurts.

The Plan

We've declared war on her eczema again. It seemed to get worse in the past month, so Joseph and I did some brainstorming and came up with some plans. Everyone's skin in the house got drier once the temperature dropped and the heater started coming on, so we've been putting on the kids' humidifier every night. Also, we theorized that 60% of Diana's skin problems have to do with the fact that she scratches, leaving lots of scabs that are dry and itchy or open wounds that are always in danger of becoming infected. So we committed to stopping the damage done by scratching with fingernails by covering her hands EVERY time we see her scratch. We've got a couple pairs of lightweight cotton gloves from The Allergy Shop in Australia that we use, or if we're in a pinch, we just pop socks over her hands. Joseph sewed one pair of gloves onto an old pajama shirt Diana had so that we can use it when she sleeps without her pulling the gloves off. We put that on under some of her footie pajamas (because even with gloves on, she'll still peel off pants and diaper and scratch if she has the opportunity) and then put a band of athletic tape around her chest so that she can't retract her arms from her sleeves (something she perfected about a year ago) and scratch inside her PJs at night. Additionally, at our doctor's suggestion, we've been giving her 1/2 tsp Children's Liquid Zyrtec every morning and at night as needed to try to make her less itchy.

The Results

It was a bit of a rough transition to wearing the gloves during sleeping times, but now Diana asks for her "glove shirt" and is comfortable with putting her fingers in the fingers of the gloves herself. That seems to make it easier for her because she knows she mostly still has the use of all her fingers and isn't too limited in what she can do at night. It was (and is) much more frustrating for Diana to get used to being forbidden to scratch during the day. I hate to keep her from doing that, but she does so much damage to her skin and usually leaves herself bleeding. We stress that she can scratch with her gloves on all she wants or she can rub the itchy spot with her gloves off. Usually we have to revert to putting the gloves on. Understandably, it's frustrating for Diana, especially as she healed up and the scabs became dry and itchy. Her frustration has manifested in a lot of un-Diana-like behavior: blatantly tormenting her brother, not listening to mommy, being surly and whiny at every opportunity, and saying things like "I don't like you, mommy," "You're a naughty mommy," and "Go away, mommy, I don't want you here." I know that she doesn't mean it when she says that, but it's still a little disheartening. I've tried redirecting her to say things like "I'm frustrated/mad at you," because that seems more accurate, though I'm still not sure I like that.

Happily, though, as she was thwarted from scratching, her skin did heal up! Kids heal so quickly (when they let the healing happen), and soon her skin was free from scabs and scratches. I could use our Aveeno Eczema Therapy Cream on her without the alcohol hurting her skin! She began to willingly take baths and showers and just sit and enjoy them because the water didn't hurt her skin! Hallelujah! If you'd ever had the misfortune to be around our house at bath time, you'd know this was a huge improvement. Soon all that was left was, essentially, the heart of her eczema: dry skin with raised, irritated red patches.

We overcame the problem of scratched and bleeding skin and now we're left with just the eczema, which is no less confusing. Her dry skin is irritated by something, and we somehow need to combat both the dryness and irritation. We tried an exclusion diet with no noticeable results. We noticed that whenever she has sugar (including white flour), her face flushes red and she immediately begins scratching, so we tried removing sugar as well and haven't noticed any changes in her skin quality or itchiness levels yet, but that can supposedly take up to two weeks to get out of her system. To allow natural oils to accumulate on her skin, we cut out showers and baths and only did wipe-downs on her hands and face with a warm wet rag at the end of the day. Unfortunately, we encounter a lot  of irritants in the course of a day even just seeing friends, relatives and animals, so I'm not sure this did a lot of good either. Additionally, the dog has been in the house more often since the nighttime temperatures dropped to freezing and we also got a new couch, which may be covered in cleaners that irritate her skin. There are no limits to the amount of things that could be irritating Diana's sensitive skin!

And the new plan

A sweet, sweet friend saw some of my posts about Diana's skin and brought over some Arbonne Baby Care products for us to try. I was so touched by how thoughtful she was! Diana's eczema problems are like no one else's that I know, so it feels like a very lonely, frustrating battle sometimes, but it is encouraging to know that people notice and care, including you, lone reader. It makes me nervous to try new products sometimes, but I've never heard of Arbonne products and haven't tried them, so we're giving them a shot. 

Diana's unhappy skin after unsupervised scratching.

Diana's itchiness and attitude problems reached new lows today. Every minute or so she'd scratch uncontrollably, I'd pop the gloves on, she'd throw a fit, eventually calm down and I'd take them off, then she'd go right back to scratching. The cycle went on all day, with frustration misdirected at me and Liam. And do you know that it's actually impossible to reason with a toddler, or explain that their own scratching hurts their skin? At naptime, I checked on her every couple of minutes for almost an hour, taping gloves back on and putting clothes back on when she'd pulled them off. At last, it seemed like she was just falling asleep and it was quiet in the kids' room for about an hour. However, when I finally went in, I found her completely naked and scratching herself with no gloves. She set her skin back so far with this one incident. So we figured this was a good place to reevaluate and start a New New Plan. 

In the New New Plan, the dog lives outside exclusively. Diana's gloves will stay on all day except during meal times. We're going to shower every night, even if we don't use soap all the time. We will be using Arbonne Baby Care Hair and Body Wash occasionally in the showers and moisturizing with Arbonne Baby Care Body Oil and sealing in the moisture with our tried-and-true Vaseline. When her skin is a little less scratched up, we may try the Arbonne Baby Care Body Lotion as well. She still gets Zyrtec in the morning and at night as necessary, we're still keeping sugar as low as possible and substituting whole grains whenever possible. Humidifier and glove-shirt go on every time she sleeps. 

After the day's scratching, tonight's shower was, predictably, horrifying. It was also a huge emotional challenge as a mom to slather Diana with the body oil while she curled into a fetal position on her side and begged me not to put it on because it hurt her. HOWEVER, I did notice that as soon as the oil and Vaseline were on, Diana's scratching stopped. Under normal circumstances, Diana's hands will scratch away at her hot spots, even with gloves on, especially when she's distressed. (This is another complicating factor, because if she's ever startled/ uncomfortable/ tired/ hurt/ frustrated/ nervous/ etc. she will immediately start scratching herself even absent of other skin irritations.) Instead, her hands just stopped and she chatted with me. After getting her dressed, I asked her suspiciously if she was itchy and she said no, so we skipped the Zyrtec tonight. I'm curious to see what her reaction is to the new products after a few days of use. Her skin did feel extra soft after putting on the oil, and hopefully the moisture gives her some relief. 

Next Baby

Stop! It's a trap!

You probably followed this link here from Facebook, thinking you'd read about how I've been feeling physically this past twelve weeks. On that subject, Liz Lemon said it best, because she says everything best: "Oh, little achy and nauseous, but I'm hanging in there." We'll get to that in a few paragraphs. (I saw you, you were just going to skip down a few paragraphs and see if you could find the non-hormonal and ranty stuff. Forget it, buddy.)

Instead, I'm going to address how I'm feeling that I'm pregnant, because that seems to be a much more important issue. 

When we had Liam, we would have been just as thrilled if he'd been a girl, but instead we got our Liam boy. It was great. And apparently, we'd won the genetic lottery, or so EVERYONE told us. Friends, acquaintances, and especially complete strangers would congratulate us. "How wonderful," they said, "you have a girl and a boy! Now you can be done!" It's a little gratifying to be congratulated, but also puzzling. Now we can be done? Sometimes it was much more certain. "Oh good. You're done!" Joseph even had a stranger say it almost as an order, as if we shouldn't have any more children. 

I don't go in for conspiracy theories, and I don't believe there's a war on large families, but why is two children the perfect number? Joseph's family is one of the happiest I've ever met and there are 13 children. (P.S. Thirteen is not the number we're shooting for.) Adjusting to two children was exponentially harder than adjusting to one. It was a real challenge for the first few months. Sometimes it's still a challenge, and Joseph and I weren't certain that we were ready to be outnumbered, because the chaos of dinner and bedtime is so much easier when we can each take one child, or if I can help/carry/care for one child with each hand. But as Liam grew up and needed less babying, we wondered if a family with just two children would seem small. 

We've been uncertain about the idea of growing our family for a while now, and most of our friends and family knew it, so maybe that threw some people off. But it has become very apparent that with this pregnancy we have stepped from the sparkling pedestal of family-of-four bliss to the realm of "You idiots, you just ruined your lives." It's uncanny. It's actually quite baffling. Some of the first reactions I received when revealing I was pregnant were "Congratulations, I guess. You know it's going to get a lot harder," and "I'm sorry this happened to you at such a busy time."

Can I just take a moment to address those thoughts? "You know it's going to get a lot harder"??? Really?? I had no idea! I'm already pregnant, so what on earth did they suppose I was going to do about it at that point?? I think I replied, "Well, we'll handle it." What else can I do except handle it? "I'm sorry this happened to you"?? I'm not! This isn't a disease, this is a baby! Soon it will be just like the adorable kids I have running around me. 

Those are easily the most extreme responses, but they aren't uncommon. Strangers don't congratulate us now. When people hear we're expecting, the reply is "Oh!....." occasionally with some weak fake enthusiasm.

There have been some people that were genuinely happy for us, and we appreciate every one of them. If you were one of those people, thank you. Parenting is hard enough without getting any negativity. Even if parents seem completely fine, cheerful support is always appreciated. 

So for both of you still reading at this point, I would like to address some very important points about this pregnancy:

This baby is wanted, loved, and expected.

This baby was given to us by God, created in the image of God, and as an amazing gift to us, it is a combination of us: two people who love each other deeply. How amazing! How lucky we are! Of course we love this baby. From the moment we knew we were expecting another baby, it was a welcome member of our family. Sure, we're not sure how it will be adjusting to three kids, but we'll manage it, and the chaos and uncertainty doesn't mean we love any of our kids less. Also, it always baffles me when married people are asked "So was [your baby] a surprise?" Since marriage involves sex and since sex makes babies... and since no birth control is 100% effective... can any baby be completely a surprise? Really? We're two intelligent people who know how this works. This baby was not a surprise, nor an accident. We hadn't made up our minds about having more kids, so we knew it was only a matter of time before I got pregnant again, and we were both okay with that. 

Q: "What are you hoping for??"

A: A healthy baby. A genius would be nice. Somehow we need to vicariously live out our dreams of Rhodes
Scholarship. (I'm going to be disappointed with one gender or another? Come on, there are so many more important things to worry about.)

And that's pretty much it. I've been holding all that hormonal ranting in for eight weeks now. You're welcome. If you're one of the two people who had the time and/or stamina to read this post to the end, well done! Now we get to the more mundane stuff:

With the third pregnancy, you don't get a lot of time to focus on being pregnant. Weeks 8-11 were pretty rough for me. I was really tired all the time and nauseous, especially in the evening. The smell of raw onions made me gag. I didn't feel like eating anything at all, though I usually felt better if I had something plain. Preggie Pop Drops saved me for those few weeks. Initially I craved LOTS of red meat, which makes Joseph think this baby must be a boy, but after that it was mostly carbs and sodium. I ate lots of sour cream and onion chips, ramen, pasta, and chicken nuggets. I know it's not healthy, but when the thought of most food makes you sick, you go with what you can. I'm feeling almost back to normal now, though Pinterest with all its pictures of food still sometimes makes me nauseous. 

That's all, folks. I'm already feeling healthier going into this pregnancy than I did with Liam, and I got more time to recover and enjoy my baby, so that was a nice vacation from being pregnant. I'm due January 24 (give or take two weeks, of course), at which point Diana will be three and Liam will be almost two (20 months). Keep checking back for more pregnancy updates. 

Reboot Days 4, 5, and 6: Attitude

Matt's colorful vegetable juice, Day 4

Well, Joseph's out of the race, but Matt's still going strong. After the first three days he'd lost 6.6 lbs. It's been six days now and Matt is down 10 lbs total!  He's even inspired some other people to try the Reboot, or at least to watch the documentary. He seems to feel fine. I hope that he'll get the time to write an entry on this blog about his Reboot experience, but in general he seems to be as energetic as ever and thinking clearly. His body seems to be doing just fine without caffeine, sugar, carbs, or even much protein. I imagine he must feel better too!

I've been struggling with the workload and having a good attitude. In addition to making 4-5 dishes/juices/smoothies each day for Matt, I have to make food for the rest of us. But I can't make the food until I've cleaned the mountains of dishes (have I mentioned we don't have a dishwasher yet?) and then put them away so that I can dirty them again making two separate meals, after which they need to be cleaned. Meanwhile, Diana is running around my feet very sweetly playing by herself, but that usually involves scattering her toys (and other things) around the entire house including all over the kitchen floor where I'm working. There's also the occasional bump on the head, pinched finger, need for snacks, dirty diaper, and clinging to mommy's legs just to see what I'm doing. Then I have to pick and sweep up everything that she's scattered around the house and do more dishes. By the way, that's why I fall behind on blog posts.

Now, I volunteered for this, and I'm still happy to do it, so it should be fine. But darn it if it's not a struggle sometimes to give to others gracefully and without complaining! To me, it highlights how very much humans are weighed down by a naturally selfish nature. God gives so much to us freely, people who could never deserve it, and here I am getting grouchy about the workload that I volunteered to take on. It certainly feels like a lot of work sometimes, but I know there are other people who do still more with a better attitude. Joseph has helped me with cleaning up and dinners, which is incredibly sweet of him since he has more than enough to do with his two businesses. I have figured out that when I stay on top of things instead of taking breaks when I want to, the days go much more smoothly. There's no rushing and stressing. That's probably something I should have learned long ago, but sometimes it takes a while for things to really click. I'm also trying to work on having a better attitude regardless of the circumstances. Some days are still better than others, and hopefully I'll continue to improve with Joseph's encouragement and lots of practice. (Oy.)