“You’re in a Cult. Call Your Dad!”

“You’re in a Cult. Call Your Dad!”

Look. Listen. Look and listen…if you’re a murderino surviving solely on podcasts like “My Favorite Murder” then you already know where this comes from. If not, I apologize if my true crime comedy references or morbid sense of humor offends you. Actually, I don’t. As Karen says at every live show, “if you’re offended by this then we welcome you to go ahead and get the fuck out.” I’m going to take this moment to second that because I’m done trying to please everyone. From failed plans to extreme disappointment to bad bloodwork to seizures to illness to the Disney trip from hell…every time I thought I had things under control, something else struck! I have been so checked out from everything because I have been barely able to keep my head above water, but now I’m dipping my toes in again after a while on the shore.  I want to genuinely thank EVERY SINGLE PERSON who has reached out to me – there’s no way to show how much this meant to me, even though you likely did not hear back from me. Sincerely, thank you for reaching out and you all know who you are! ❤


I’ve been confused, grieving, and learning to live in an upside-down world for the past 3.5 years. But mostly, I have wanted to help other families after the horror we lived through trying to get an accurate diagnosis for Jack. So I tried blocking out all the trauma by keeping busy. I know how lucky I am in the world of the medically complex because Jack has a treatment that works well and allows him a good quality of life. I try to show the positive sides of Jack’s life while also being transparent about our struggles. However, I don’t think I’ve done a good enough job illustrating the struggles, especially the emotional and physical toll that Jack’s care takes on me (and his dad) daily. I know everyone means so well, but I can’t tell you the amount of times that I have received a message from a mom on social who tells me, “we were hoping for a PDE diagnosis after we found your page instead of ___”. I get that sentiment, believe me. However, my life has been indelibly changed since epilepsy and rare disorders entered and it is far from simple and quite often even far from enjoyable. I’m grateful for every minute, though.


My drive to help other families seemed to be leading me to advocacy work, and even a move to DC. Since Jack’s birth, everything seems so dire and I’m often jumping into things with both feet and not much forethought if I think it will help other kiddos and their families. Unfortunately, I was doing this at the detriment of own complex kiddo…and he really struggled during my travel in the fall. I am so ashamed that I didn’t see it sooner, but my poor buddy really needed more from me than I was giving. This led to tough decisions, but I’m so thrilled that since I haven’t been traveling and have been home for Jack, he is doing so much better! He really struggles when he doesn’t have a routine and does not like change of any kind (or Disney World, but that’s a whole different post).


Anyway, in my need for a distraction from metabolic disorders & rare disease bullshit, I found Karen Kilgariff & Georgia Hardstark…and their podcast, My Favorite Murder (and of course their book, Stay Sexy & Don’t Get Murdered). I’m obsessed with this true crime duo and everything they do. I’m not in the least surprised that when I listened to episode 176 about the book that I burst into tears as Karen read this passage about living with her mother’s devastating diagnosis of Alzheimer’s. I immediately felt that Karen had released this indescribable feeling inside me that I had been holding in and unable to pin down – a feeling of living in a slowly moving desperate situation and never knowing how hard you should fight this time. Maybe I’m being lazy by not using my own words but haven’t had any of my own lately and this is so powerful that I want to share it with you all!

It’s hard to follow that passage so I’m just going to say thanks again for all the support and I’m sorry I haven’t been able to find the words I needed to communicate in the past few months. I got in too deep by wanting to drive change for children (and their families) living with devastating and complex diagnoses and it was almost detrimental to my own family. I was so naive in thinking that everyone had the same drive to help people as I did. Unfortunately, I only found My Favorite Murder about 6 months ago so I didn’t yet know the signs that indicate you might be in a cult (joking – this is all light hearted). But, now I think that maybe too much of anything, even a good thing, is basically cult-like activity. I’m so happy to be “out” and trying to find peace focusing on my family and moving forward. Thanks for being the best always, friends!! If you don’t know Jack’s story or if you want to hear details straight from the horse’s mouth (ME) then check out the latest episode of the Mimosas with Moms Podcast (released today, Jan 20th, 2020)! It’s Birth Defects Prevention Month and I’m so honored that Abbey asked me to be on her awesome pod!

I can’t end without an SSDGM! 

Believe Mothers!

I will never forget the many times I was comforted by someone when I just needed them to believe me regarding my concerns about Jack. It’s time to start seeing mothers as strong women, not just sensitive women. As soon as a woman becomes a mother, it seems she will no longer be taken seriously regarding her child. She will be considered emotional and therefore not to be trusted. In my experience, especially with Jack, people seem to try and “fix” mothers who are showing concern for their children instead of actually listening and believing them. The stigma of the overly emotional and therefore untrustworthy mother has been such a difficult one to break apart on my journey with Jack. The only thing that broke this stigma was me being right about Jack so many times that doctors had to start trusting me. The heightened emotions and overt awareness of mothers make us even more observant and reliable. 

Yet, mothers carry around a stigma of implied emotional imbalance. This way of thinking is incredibly damaging and truthfully dangerous because it leads everyone, especially doctors, to dismiss a mother’s legitimate concerns.  I can speak from my own raw experience on this topic because I watched my newborn son have seizures for almost 24-hours and I couldn’t get anyone to take me seriously. Thus, I doubted myself and didn’t seek the help he needed until it was too late and a brain injury occurred, leaving us with a lifetime of “what if”. What if ANYONE had chosen to listen to me, to believe me.

My son, Jack, was born full term via my second vaginal delivery. We were discharged on time and excited to join Jack’s big sister at home. However, after just one day at home, I noticed that Jack was having some strange facial expressions, eye movements, and twitching in his extremities. It became more concerning when he started crying, and I mean screaming and crying like he was hurting, and then stopped eating. The crying episode lasted roughly 15 hours (no joke!), but when I raised concerns with Jack’s pediatrician about feeling like something just wasn’t right, I was dismissed and told that he was just colicky or experiencing reflux.

We went in to ped’s office and I will never forget how the nurse, my family’s nurse, took Jack out of my arms and said, “what’s wrong with you? Don’t you remember how to hold and soothe a baby?” I know she was joking and she was pretty to quick to hand the screaming/twitching Jack back to me, but that preyed on my worst insecurities: that I was making a big deal out of nothing and that I was the problem. It was not just Jack’s pediatrician who dismissed my concerns and tried to give me a hug instead. My own mother tried to soothe my fears instead of encouraging action when it seemed something wasn’t right with Jack. I took Jack to my mom and she insisted that he just needed a bath. She kept trying to soothe me and I kept feeling like I was insane because I saw that something serious was going on with son. I was so scared, but at that point, my son’s pediatrician, my mom, and my husband had all dismissed my concerns. If only someone would have chosen to believe me.  

Just as I feared, my son has been experiencing life-threatening seizure activity due to a rare genetic disorder that was discovered much later. I waited to long to seek help at a more acute level and he ended up in status epilepticus, requiring critical and life-saving care from a pediatric life-flight team and PICU team.  (Status epilepticus is a medical emergency associated with significant morbidity and mortality. SE is defined as a continuous seizure lasting more than 30 min, or two or more seizures without full recovery of consciousness between any of them.) My son’s disorder wasn’t caught in time to prevent brain damage, but I will always wonder “what if” I had just believed in myself more.

While so much of our early experiences with Jack’s rare disease are absolutely horrific, I am so grateful that his condition was caught through genetic testing and he has a really great quality of life now. However, we almost lost him. There were many in opportunities during Jack’s newborn stage for his rare disease to be caught, yet it was missed time and time again. Jack’s brain was beginning to atrophy, seizures were growing worse, and yet I would still be begging my loved ones and my son’s doctor to believe me I said something wasn’t right with my son. The people around me weren’t even looking at the baby in my arms, but instead trying to comfort and soothe me because they assumed I was just being oversensitive. While I was often appalled by the responses I was receiving, they still allowed doubt to creep in and take root enough to prevent me from taking immediate action to help my son in many instances. These are people that I love and trust, people who love and respect me, but the oversensitive mother is such a well-established stigma that even my loved ones couldn’t see past it at times. I know there are so many moms who can relate and who have been silenced, dismissed, and even shamed when they attempted to advocate for their child. This is why we must believe mothers!!

My own mom will say to this day that she wishes she would have never wasted the time trying to soothe me and convince me that Jack was okay because he truly was not and even she could tell something was wrong at the time. She will admit to not wanting to upset me and that’s why she tried to quell all my worst fears. I think many people would have done the same. Not wanting to jump on the oversensitive bandwagon, my mom tried to fix the situation the way she had been taught. I say we replace soothing new mothers to advocating for them and beside them. How do you do this? You just have to listen to them and believe them. This is post is the beginning of my Newborn Screening Saves Lives series. What if more doctors encouraged mothers to be an active part of newborn screening? That would have made all the difference for my family. One heel prick and a few minutes examining a newborn isn’t adequate for newborn screening. Report what you see, take videos, and never EVER let anyone make you feel ashamed for advocating for you child. If you feel like something is wrong with your newborn and you’re not being taken seriously, take your kiddo to the nearest children’s hospital ER and have no shame!

Newborn Screening legislation is something that I am so excited to share about/advocate for–please contact me if you have any questions and stay tuned for more to come! 

Believe Mothers.PNG–>This photo was taken after Jack was (mis)diagnosed with Mitochondrial Disease and we were told he wouldn’t live much longer. He was discharged on palliative care and my dear friend did a little family photo shoot for us. I though it would be the only one we would ever have. NEWBORN SCREENING SHOULD CHANGE AND SAVE LIVES. This should have never happened and I work for the rest of my life to prevent such heartache and confusion from happening to another family!




Epilepsy Awareness: Siblings Edition!

EVERYHTING.jpgIt’s a good thing that Jack’s big sister, Rowan, was already in love with butterflies and the color purple before he was born. These important symbols of epilepsy have sort of become staples for everything in our life. What color should we get is never a question; we always purple for epilepsy awareness. If it has a butterfly on it then we are definitely getting it (doesn’t really matter what it is)! Epilepsy Awareness is so important to our family, especially Jack’s big sister! This post is dedicated to ALL the special needs siblings out there. You are seen, loved, and so important to this world!rowan and jackI am a different mom than I was before Jack was born. I am not sure if this is better or worse for Rowan. I do know that it has been one of the most difficult parts of this journey for me and certainly one of the most difficult to talk about. Since the day Jack found himself in Egleston’s PICU, I have struggled to be the mom that both of my kids need. I had to jump all in to protect and fight for Jack. From the very beginning doctors were confused by Jack. He had a brain injury and was having seizures, but they didn’t know why they so they were throwing the kitchen sink at us. I had to be fully present every second to make sure one decision didn’t cost my newborn son his life. The mystery that was Jack only got deeper as time went on until one day we were faced with how to explain to our 4-year-old that her newborn brother was going to die. Through it all, I had a really hard time accepting how perfect Rowan was versus how sick Jack was…why was there no balance?? Of course this wasn’t Rowan’s fault, but I hurt for my sick boy and I didn’t understand how such cruel things can happen to children, to newborn babies. I wish I would have handled so much differently in the beginning, but mostly I wish I would have encouraged a relationship instead of trying to protect Rowan from Jack & protect Jack from Rowan.

Rowan Eliza is my oldest and the one who made me a mommy, and she is turning 6 in a month. She was 3.5 years old when Jack was born and she wanted a sister. When we told Ro that she was going to have a little brother, she called him baby Lucy and said he would be a girl, not accepting a thing we said as the truth. I would literally have people say, “I thought you were having a boy. Rowan told me you were having a little girl named Lucy”. My outgoing, gregarious, and incredibly empathetic little girl had her whole world turned upside down the day her brother was born. Instead of life with a new little brother, she got life with her grandparents while her mom and dad were hours away in the hospital with her new brother. There’s no way to protect your other child(ren) when a tragedy occurs. Jack was in status epilepticus and being life-fllighted, but Rowan was also along for the ride. She sat in the PICU waiting room for over 10 hours that first day and came back almost every day with her grandparents. Rowan was the first one to adapt to our new life when Jack came home from the hospital. Jack wasn’t the only baby having seizures and therapy appointments, Rowan’s baby dolls were also going through similar experiences. Her baby doll named Sunny even had an NG tube with the same tape as her Jacks. She would get competitive some days when I was taking care of Jack. She would walk by in her plastic princess heels ask how therapies my baby had today; of course, her baby doll always had a few more appointments than my baby (aka Jack) did. After the first several hospitalizations, it became obvious when were about to take Jack to CHOA. Rowan developed a stiff upper lip and would help me pack a bag because she knew we would be there a few days, never making me feel bad for leaving her.

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After we met with palliative care for the first time, it was suggested that we speak to a child life specialist about to approach this subject with Rowan. We did this in hospital one day with Rowan. The child life specialist gave Rowan this special bear that had a pouch where she could put messages she wanted to write to her brother or pictures she wanted to draw for him. I was so happy for this sweet little message bear and Rowan 100% rejected it. She would touch it, hold it, talk about it and every time I have tried to talk to her about that bear since, she still does not want to go there. It is so interesting! I feel like it is her own private revolt against the mito diagnosis and the “he’s going to die” inevitability that hung over our heads for so many months. It used to make me so sad because it felt like she was rejecting her brother, but now I am proud because it was her own way of protecting her brother (and herself maybe) by protesting against the stupid hospital bear. Rowan has always been Jack’s biggest cheerleader, but it is not easy for siblings to sit in doctor’s offices and therapy waiting rooms. You forget what they hear and what they are learning during phone calls with insurance, doctors, schedulers, etc. This is your life and they can’t escape it, just as we can’t. I got off a particularly upsetting phone call with neurology one time and Rowan asked me, “Mommy what is brain damage?” When she plays pretend, you will often overhear her saying that so and so had a genetic disorder, but does everything other kids do. I mean she is just the best despite all the pain and sadness has surrounded her for much of the past few years. Rowan’s daddy and I missed her 4th birthday because Jack was in the hospital and doing really poorly. She and my mom sat tried to eat the Barbie cake (see photo) and celebrate through the sadness. We’ve moved past all of this on the surface of course, but it still weighs so heavy on my heart and mind.

Rowan and Jack have recently developed a relationship that means so much to me thanks to the walker and Jack’s increased mobility and awareness! But, prior to this it was obvious that they didn’t know how to interact with one another once Jack’s seizures were under control and he was more aware. He is a hard kiddo to love on sometimes. Rowan wants to freely hug and kiss her little brother, but this is so overstimulating for him (even today) and he often screams, hits, and kicks her. He doesn’t like to be approached or touched without lots of warning, and even then he is likely to fight your advances. This used to hurt Rowan’s feelings so bad…”he’s pushing me away again,” she would cry. We have talked through things like this so much and I know that Rowan is wise well beyond her years. Her constant kindness and understanding always humbles me. To wrap up, I want to tell you about a little surprise that I am planning for Rowan’s 6th birthday next month AND I will be forever grateful if anyone can help me make this surprise EXTRA SPECIAL!!!

My heart is so heavy every single day with the weight of what I’m not doing for Rowan or how she always ends up having to wait because Jack needs something or has an appointment or is hospitalized. She’s NEVER once complained about her brother or uttered a selfish word. She tells me sometimes, “I remember what it was like before brother, but it would never be the same without him”. She’s been the strongest and most graceful of us all and her life has probably changed the most. If I could give this girl an experience she’ll never forget then maybe I could forgive myself for two years of missing things, failing her, and a lifetime of “hang on I need to give brother this first” or something similar. I got tickets to the Jingle Ball for her birthday, but now I need to figure out how she can meet her idol, Sabrina Carpenter!! ✨ HELP ROWAN MEET SABRINA!!! Does anyone know how I can get this amazing girl passes to meet Sabrina Carpenter​ at the POWER 96.1​ Jingle Ball in Atlanta next month?! Hit me with your contacts AND SHARE PLEASE because this amazing big sister deserves the most special gift for her 6th birthday! We have tickets for the Jingle Ball, but I can’t find any info about meeting artists! THANK YOU!!!!

Pictured below is my sweet girl celebrating her 4th birthday with just her YaYa (my mom). We had tried to prepare for a party, even ordered this princess cake! But Jack was in status AGAIN and we things were pretty bad at the hospital. It was TERRIBLE for everyone. Below this photo is one of Jack jack in the hospital with Rowan’s Minnie mouse of she insisted keep him company in the hospital. ❤rowan bday cakejack and minnie

This is the very first photo of both of babies! We had no idea about the secret battle Jack was fighting at this time! img_2807

Where does that leave Jack?


Hi friends! It has been a while so allow me to reintroduce for new followers! I’m Leah, Jack’s mom. We lovingly call him Jack-jack like from The Incredibles. Jack has a very rare genetic and metabolic disorder called Pyridoxine Dependent Epilepsy. This condition has left Jack with a brain injury, as well as many struggles and delays. To put it simply, Jack’s body lacks an essential enzyme known as Antiquitin, which breaks down the protein building block called lysine in the brain. The breakdown of lysine in the brain is necessary for the brain to function properly. This essential amino acid breakdown doesn’t happen in PDE patients and the build-up of lysine is toxic to the neurotransmitters in the brain, resulting in seizures and abnormal brain function. What does this mean for Jack?

For the first 5.5 months of Jack’s life, he suffered from intractable epilepsy (uncontrolled seizures). He was life-flighted from our hometown to the best Children’s hospital in our state at 5 days old in status epilepticus; he was in a constant seizure state that could not be controlled. For the next several months, Jack was a medical mystery. He spent so much time in the hospital having seizures, being sedated, getting tests done. When Jack was 11-weeks-old, he had his second stay in the PICU at CHOA. His seizures were getting worse and worse. He was on 3 different types of anti-epilepsy medication and still he was having terrible seizures. The doctors did a bunch of tests and an MRI and told us that Jack had Mitochondrial Disease and that he was going to die. We were devastated but kept fighting for Jack. That turned out to be a misdiagnosis, but does illustrate how sick Jack was at the time. After much genetic testing, Jack was properly diagnosed with PDE and we have been fighting for his development ever since! At 6 months old, Jack had the skills of 1 or 2-month-old baby. He still suffers many delays from everything he has been through and his health is a daily battle. He is on a diet and therapy specific to his condition. He sees Neurology, Genetics, GI (because he has a feeding tube known as a G-tube), Neuro-developmental doctors, Developmental Pediatricians, as well as a Physical Therapist, Occupational Therapist, and Speech Language Pathologist. In addition to PDE, Jack has been diagnosed with Global Developmental Delays, Sensory Processing Disorder, ASD, Apraxia, and Cerebral Palsy. Jack is the happiest, sweetest, most wonderful little boy despite everything he has been through! He loves life and exploring his surroundings more than anything. He has been completely stuck and unable to do this until his doctors prescribed him a walker! We have been waiting on Jack to get his own walker for over a month now and still no word…Currently, Jack is borrowing a walker from his Physical Therapist while we wait for the insurance company to approve one of his own. I live in fear another kiddo will need it and we will have to give it back.

And this is where we circle back to the title. Where does this leave Jack? Out.  Because Jack was not a little sicker or because it wasn’t caught in time, it is a constant battle to get him the services and equipment he needs.  Jack was likely having seizures in utero that were not caught. I used to say I could feel him hiccuping all the time…makes me sick to think those were seizures. Anyway, the seizure activity was not caught (by me) until he was 4-days-old. I hate thinking we could have been better prepared…where was our help and our support? We have always been handed these huge and life-altering diagnoses with little no support. The doctors can only do so much and this shit is EXPENSIVE! This is not supposed to be a bitch session so I apologize if that’s what it’s turned into. However, the struggles and battles we face as special needs parents are so soul-crushing that I feel like writing about them may help me shed some of my anger and frustration.

Our biggest struggle is getting Jack what he needs. Jack’s doctors say he needs a certain amount of therapies to be able catch up and have a decent quality of life. This is 6 therapies per week and we currently do 5 a week to try and save a little money. We have private insurance through my husband’s work. He has a great job and we are very lucky. However, I was unable to go back to work after Jack was born and his daily needs keep me from being able to work a full-time job now. This means we are stuck. We live in a basement apartment at my parent’s house because our finances are so strained. Can you imagine?? We have two windows for the whole place. Again, not complaining because we are very lucky.  Private insurance doesn’t cover much of Jack’s therapies and they only pay for so many visits. In addition, we also do not qualify for any assistance so we are stuck. See a theme?  Jack is two-years-old and does not walk or talk. He does not have the fine motor skills to ever be able to button or zip, hold a pencil, etc. THIS IS WHY KIDS NEED THERAPIES! Shit, sorry did I shout that?! Thanks to therapies, Jack has learned how to do everything he knows how to now. Jack LOVES his walker and the independence/confidence it gives him. He is a totally different kiddo since he got the walker and his development is taking off! At two-years-old, Jack was able to stand up and hug his sister for the first time. I am livid thinking about the waiting Jack would be doing if his PT had not given him this walker to borrow. I can only imagine the price tag that will be attached once the walker is approved. Instead of battling insurance today, I decided to write. I hope there is a way to shed to this hard shell that these battles have given me, but so far I just feel like fire-breathing dragon that scorches anyone who gets too close.

P.S. As always, I welcome questions and I am always open to helping in any way I can. If you want more info on PDE, check out http://www.pdeonline.orgIMG_2909IMG_2558

It’s been one year…

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We survived one full year, all of us. I haven’t posted about our journey the way I would have liked to, but I feel ready to share some about Jack’s first year of life.

One year ago today, I was getting ready to have baby Jack. I assumed the delivery would go smoothly and was already seeing past that part and on to my life as a mother of two. I was so excited to nurse Jack and spend lots of time snuggling with both of my babies before returning to work. I always assumed I would go back to work. I loved my job at the humane society and in many ways my entire adult identity was been based around the humane society. I already saw our lives with me back at work. I was completely comfortable and confident in my life.

That life seems so far away that it is hard to believe it was actually mine.

My life today consists of therapies, special diets and medicine, g-tubes, neurology appointments, genetics appointments, lots of blood draws, ER visits, service dogs, hospitals…you get the idea. I wouldn’t change it for the world and I know how lucky I am because Jack is doing remarkably well considering everything he has been through. But it is overwhleming and all-consuming and sometimes I just have to cry; cry for what was lost, cry for the trauma we all suffered, and cry with overwhelming gratitude that Jack is here.

My first blog post describes our time in the PICU when Jack was a newborn so I will skip that part. After that initial hospitalization, we were told that had an HIE (Hypoxic Ischemic Encephalopathy). The neurologist who delivered this news was noticeably upset and told us that Jack would likely have CP. We were discharged and we immediately started early intervention to try and compensate for what had been damaged in Jack’s brain. We swallowed this diagnosis and faced it head on. But, this was misdiagnosis we soon found out.  After three hospitalizations for breakthrough seizures, Jack was admitted in status epilepticus; he had been in a “seizure state” for over an hour. We were admitted to PICU and Jack had a terrible postictal phase, which is the time after a seizure when the person is recovering so to speak. Well Jack was not recovering very well and he was having horrible muscle contractions and couldn’t or wouldn’t make any sort of eye contact. My heart was beating so fast and I was nauseous. I swear if you could throw up your heart then I would have done it in that moment.

Once Jack was stable and moved to the neuro floor, he started having a pretty rare form of seizure known as a gelastic seizure. Let me just say that Jack was only 10 weeks old so he was JUST starting to smile. He did not laugh. Interesting fact: gelastic seizures are laughing seizures and not the fun kind of laughing. It was horrible. Jack could not control himself. He was laughing hysterically and his body was jerking around. This prompted the need for Jack to have a MRS, which is just a fancy MRI and I hate it and I am not getting into anything about this stupid test. One more interesting fact, gelastic seizures are most commonly associated with a certain type of brain tumor. So I am thinking, “brain tumor, okay not so bad and at least it would be an answer and something we could try to fix”. That’s the world I was living in; the world where a brain tumor is a decent option.

I will never forget setting a meeting time to discuss Jack’s results. I was almost excited because I thought maybe we would have an answer. There were three doctors in the room, along with my mom, my mother-in-law, myself, and my husband. They brought in a big computer screen to show us the results, but were having technical difficulties. I was searching the face of my favorite neurologist, but she was looking at the floor. Everyone seemed nervous, maybe even sad. FUCK! Just tell me.

We were told that Jack had Mitochondrial Disease and in no uncertain terms that he would not live very long. My husband asked, “are you sure?” and the doctor just looked down and said, “I’m sorry”. We lived for two and a half months believing that our little baby was going to die…soon. I now lived in a world where babies die. I lost my innocence in ways that many people won’t understand and I had to adapt quickly to learn how to survive in this world. I did the most logical thing I could think of and started asking BIG questions and talking about what I wanted for my son. They sent in Palliative Care and my husband and I discussed what we wanted for our son as he died. Can you imagine?

There is a lot more to this story and our journey, but I’m exhausted and I imagine you are as well. If you know Jack, then you know that he does not have Mitochondrial Disease. Genetic testing revealed that Jack has a rare form of genetic and metabolic epilepsy known as Pyridoxine Dependent Epilepsy. A correct diagnosis can do wonders. I want to share something special in honor of Jack’s first birthday. Welcome to Holland sums up our first year with Jack and I am so glad we landed in Holland! ❤

Happy First Birthday, Buddy!

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