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Recovering our Children (Part II)


So, I haven’t updated since we got back from our first appointment to recover our kids.  When I say, “Recover” – I mean figure out their vitamin deficiencies, food sensitivities and toxin load… the things that can majorly contribute to how kids feel, act, process… and how their immune system functions.  It’s a similar process to what I’m going through, but since each of them is different, the process looks a little different as well.

We took blood and urine samples for food cytotoxin testing as well as yeast, metals, amino acids, etc.  So far the food portion came back.  It was a little over whelming for me at first – trying to wrap my mind around just how this will look for our family.  They all had MULTIPLE sensitivities, which indicate a leaky gut issue – and gut repair needing to happen.

Thankfully their doctor recommended we start with the biggest sensitivities first – and work our way to the smaller ones.   That seemed more do-able for me.  So, we took their level 2 (take the food out for 8 weeks) and 3 sensitivities (take the food out for 12 weeks) and we started right after Christmas.  The older two (ages 11 and 10) are doing well with it and have been very helpful figuring out which supplements might be an issue, and really eating what is placed before them, happily.  That makes MY job a lot easier – since this is a lot of work honestly – to make sure everyone has what they need at each meal.  Since this is just the first group, and the first time we’re doing this – and knowing I have more children, and much more time involved to help recover them – I’ve been praying for an extra dose of JOY to make this happen.

I am grateful this is an option to do this.  I am thankful we have food for them to eat…

It’s a blessing that we’re already Paleo eaters and very clean with our diet – that ruled out many of the chemicals (MSG, BHT, etc) as well as the GMOs and Grains… corn, rice, gluten… etc.

Since I’m already well versed in making some of my own “weird foods” – I figured this couldn’t be THAT much harder – right?? 

It’s not “hard” really – just a lot of work, and time.  I remind myself that it is an investment in their future – and that they deserve that of me.  It’s not THEIR fault this has happened.

Tonight it was time to get creative.  The other kids are having scones with breakfast.  Some of the kids who are treating their food allergies can’t have coconut, some can’t have eggs, others can’t have honey…  so I wanted to make them something special too.  Here is what I came up with for some special waffles for them:



2.5 cups of almond flour

1 cup of arrow root flour

2 T baking soda

2 T Palm sugar or date sugar

1 cup coconut milk or almond milk

2T lemon juice

1/2 cup apple sauce

I had my older daughter taste test – and her eyes lit up.  She was very thankful.  My heart sings…

I could totally understand where she was coming from.

As I walked through the grocery earlier today… I was looking at all sorts of foods for them – and thinking why do they put _____________ (various ingredient that my children couldn’t have) in those.  I began feel frustrated…  and sadness seeped in.

I am not alone, I told myself.  I’m not doing this alone.  We will get through this.

Just as fast as I was hurting – God was right there, to remind me how many people are suffering, just like me and our family.

We aren’t alone. 

That we need to continue to be vocal, and encourage others because our group is growing… and God is guiding.

 There are more and more people waking up to what our food and medical system are pushing/offering…  and I believe we’re on the right path.

Thank you all for your encouragement, and your notes and love.  It means a lot to me.  2013 has been better than I ever imagined.  If 2012 was the lowest of low of loneliness and fear, God certainly went above and beyond in putting me in touch with so many people who I could share with and love on, and I thank Him.  May 2014 be one of continued health and recovery for us all as we strive to be healthy for Him.


“But when the right time came, God send His Son, born of a woman, subject to the law. 

God sent Him to buy freedom for us who were slaves to the law, so that He could adopt us as His very own children.”

Galatians 4:4-5

Recovering Our Children (Part One)

Not just my children.  Our children.

There is another generation of children coming up… and the environmental factors are thick.

We’ve started a process with our children… it’s a recovery process, to help them reach optimal health.

It seems to be the next logical step in our health journey, maybe not to some, but to us.

We’re starting with the most obvious kids.  The ones that clear fall on the autism spectrum.  A term I wasn’t comfortable with when our P.A.T. educator mentioned it.

A word: Aspergers. 

“I won’t label my children.  They’re just unique,” I thought.  We homeschool.  I don’t need a label.

Some similarities like their father, I could easily excuse them as … “Normal for them.”
It was wasn’t until this process … of learning about our bodies that God so creatively designed, that I began to embrace.  There is more there.

There is much more, I knew. 

For my daughter, a sudden turn of events that I recall most vividly at 9 months old.  Tipping her back to nurse her, as she bit me and stared angrily.  Not like the baby I had been nursing the past 8 months.  An easy to please child, good sleeper and well natured.  Suddenly very lazy, refusing to walk and often crying for no reason for long periods of time.

Walking finally at 19 months, she seemed to never understand discipline.  Again, a blank stare, as if to never comprehend my simple words of instruction.    A sensitive head to the touch, and specific textures might push her over the edge.  She didn’t say, “I love you” to me, until 5 years-old, when prompted again and again.  I thought she lacked “common sense”, yet she met all of the “mile markers” in learning.  Clearly she could read, work with numbers… and was intelligent.  Listening was a struggle, as was big picture comprehension.  Why did she seem to defy me?  I knew hearing wasn’t a problem.  Was it listening?

As I learned more about this process… it is now clear to me how things went wrong, and how I had contributed to her well-being from pregnancy until now.  Apparently your odds go up after you have a child with autism.  1 in 5 will could have it.  Unless the  health of the mother is improved, the genetic effects are increasingly possible.  If those stats are anything like the celiac statistics, all of my younger 6 children are on the spectrum, and my guess is – to some degree, yes.

The recovery process started last week when we visited the holistic clinic I patient with.  Screening in a series of “games” played out, and much talking for over an hour to break down just what clues we have into where on the spectrum they fall, what makes them tick, and how to recover them.  A series of testing, for metals, food sensitivities (food cytotoxins) and missing amino acids was on the list.  The questions that I filled out prior to the appointment and the doctors’ questions also, helped me realize I was on the right track.

“Does she shrug their shoulders a lot?” she asked.

I nodded.

She loves to spin, and peels her skin… a creative child that can play the piano backwards with her hands behind her.  She loves animals, baking and crafts.  Making up stories and words…  She is certainly, unique…

She kept prompting her with questions and compliments that would be a normal lead in for a child to respond with a smile, or a “thank you.”  My daughter stares ahead.

“Was your pregnancy stressful?  Do you remember anything specific?”  the doctor asked.

“We were building our house,” I answered.  “I also had two other children ages 2 and 1.  I don’t remember anything specific.”

I could have been exposed to a number of things.  Stress though…. yes.

We talked about how important is that first year of life… what was hers like?   Had she been on antibiotics, which shots she was given? …her flu shot, of course.  We never used to miss a flu shot.

I mentioned the shots, the turn of events I could remember and how I didn’t know what was personality to “let be” and what I could truly help her with, empathy, love and emotions.  To help her left brain connect more with her right brain so she could get those common sense cues she seemed to be missing.

She gave her a series of exercises to work through each day, they take about 5 minutes total, and they will change every few weeks.  She gave her an adjustment, and we talked about the energy of the body and how stress effects them as well.  She even mentioned how her thyroid could be off, just due to the break down that happened in her diet from then on.

I’ve said it before, but we tend to look at the straw that broke the camels back.  But it’s never just “one straw” … nor is it one thing.  I believe our kids are poor methalytors of toxins, just like myself.  I think those toxins come in all forms in our environments, some more profound than others.  Cleaners, food additives, vaccines, food and then there are the things that break down the gut and don’t allow good elimination of toxins – antibiotics, stress, lack of sleep/exercise…  The bombardment of assaults on our kids in this day and age is … horrific.

We treat it, and accept it as normal.

Because we hadn’t fasted before our appointment mid-morning, we are doing our fasting blood workfree, I have high hopes that this will be one more step in the direction of being healthy for Him.

Praise and glory to God, for the doctors who desire true healing for these kids.  I pray for more parents to know the truth about the gut/brain connection, and those contributors that can devastatingly alter our children.  There IS hope.

Some might wonder… do I feel guilty for feeling like a contributed to the problems within our children?  I really don’t.  I can’t.  I know this has all been a learning process, and we can’t do better, until we know better.  God has used this entire struggle for His glory and honor, and we are greatly blessed by that.

Happy Thanksgiving week!

“Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good,
    for His steadfast love endures forever.”

Psalm 136:1

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