When Active Kids Get Sick!

Keeping our family healthy year-round is a daily task, which I take very seriously. I believe that the key to a healthy immune system is first and foremost what you feed your body. That is why I spend so much of my day in the kitchen, cooking wholesome meals! Is it time-consuming? Yes, but it’s worth it to me to offer up my family nutritious and tasty meals. I try, with about 90% success, not to use processed foods. Just real, whole foods cooked with love and care because in my book, food is medicine!
Another integral part of staying healthy in our house, as I’m sure you can guess, is getting outside! Staying active, alert, happy and breathing in the fresh air does wonders for keeping all systems in top form!
My little rock climber!
Luckily, our little peanut has enjoyed the first (almost) two years of her life free of many of the bugs and viruses that plague most toddlers her age (knock on wood), so when, 9 days ago, she became really sick, it rocked our world.
It started out pretty non-descript. Runny nose, slight fever. No big deal. So out we went, making sure to steer clear of playgrounds where other unsuspecting kids could come in contact with her, but fortunately any patch of green can become a playground for a kid with a push cart!
sick toddler playing
Have cart, will travel!
Then, the rash came, head-to-toe. We went to the doctor and were told it wasn’t contagious, so back out we went with the runny nose, slight fever and rash, to splish and splash in the puddles!
playing in puddles
My little puddle-jumper
Then the fever spiked and the vomiting started, then diarrhea and a roller-coaster of fevers. We found ourselves at the doctor’s office every other day for 6 days.
Never underestimate the fascination of a lone sticker
Finally at Day 7, we were sent on a expedition for clues; chest x-rays, CBC, blood cultures, oh my! I was physically and mentally worn, so I could hardly imagine how my poor little peanut was feeling. I, who normally is pretty calm and assured in the care-taking arena, was on the verge of a break down, but there was no time for that, we had to solve this mysterious riddle.
Our little trooper resting
9:45 pm the doctor called with the results of the blood tests. “I’ve got a call in to an Infectious Disease Specialist. We need you to be back in the office with the baby by 8:30 am so we can do a urinalysis…” My rock, my husband who let me fall asleep at 8:30 pm with the baby, woke me up to tell me the news. Infectious Disease Specialist????? What does THAT mean????? My heart nearly broke free from my chest. I didn’t sleep at all that night.
Bright and early the next morning, I buzzed around the house getting things ready to head out the door. As soon as the baby awoke, we rushed out the door and head-on into morning LA rush hour traffic. Oy. We sat in that doctor’s office for 5 hours before my stubborn offspring decided to give us a little tinkle! 5 hours of sterile glove balloons, tongue depressor drumsticks, scale long jumps and tantrum after tantrum after tantrum! All the while trying to absorb the latest news that if this fever lasted more than 24 hours longer, she would probably end up in the hospital being treated for an rare auto-immune disease neither of us had ever heard of!
As it would happen, that night, her fever broke! Thank goodness! We had been on complete lock down for more than 5 days. All she kept saying was “Mommy go hiking! Mountain! Go!” It was rainy and cold outside and there was no way I was going to take her out with a weakened immune system, but we were both so incredibly bored and rambunctious, so to the car we went! A perfect solution and I am happy to report, she is out of the woods and on the mend!
toddler playing in car
Peek-A_Boo!
Having a little one so sick and feeling powerless to do something only makes me strive harder to prevent it from happening in the first place. I feel so grateful and blessed for the health and happiness of our family and I look forward to playing an integral part in maintaining it!

[Family Volunteering Series Pt. 1] Heal The Bay Guest Blog for Tales of a Mountain Mama!

Incorporating charity into my life has been a bit of a roller coaster. There have been years where I excelled and years where I completely fell flat, but since having my first daughter, it’s been an ever present thought in my mind.  I believe, kids are never too young to start teaching the art of volunteering; learning important lessons of earth stewardship, instilling a child’s sense of community and reinforcing self-worth through helping others.
Since 1985, Heal The Bay, combined with their massive volunteer army, has fought to “make Southern California coastal water and watersheds, including the Santa Monica Bay, safe, healthy and clean.” They are also leaders in environmental advocacy, petitioning local, state and federal government and regulatory agencies to protect and preserve the beauty and health of Southern California’s natural resources.
Photo by Kerem Hanci
I have volunteered for Heal The Bay’s Nothin’ But Sand Clean Up before and it’s always a great time! You simply fill out their single page waiver, they give you a bucket and gloves and off you go! Volunteers of all ages, from all over the city meticulously sift through sand, restoring it to its original exquisite elegance.
I thought, why not take full advantage of the fact that Vivi is 22 months and still thinks cleaning up is a fun game! Combine ‘The Cleanup Game’ with lunch at the beach and you have a volunteer experience I was certain she would enthusiastically participate in! So we slathered on the sunscreen, grabbed our sunhats, packed our lunch and headed towards the Pacific Ocean! So far, so good!

Do things that inspire you. Every day. As if…

I’m at a loss for words. I have been avoiding this blog all week and now Sunday evening is upon me and my fingers are resisting, my mind is tired.
I was scheduled to write about our new camping gear for the upcoming camping season, but I can’t bring myself to think of anything much other than a mother who is sitting in her home, rocking her infant daughter and mourning the loss of the love of her life.
On Monday, I learned that a friend lost her partner and father to their beautiful 9 month old baby girl, in a tragic traffic accident. I just can’t seem to shake the thought of how in the split of a second, the topography of life as you know it can be transformed forever.
My heart aches for her and simultaneously it is racing out of my chest, for I can’t stop my mind from wandering to the what ifs. Since becoming a mother, I have become acutely aware of my mortality and I try my best to reign in my psychotic trysts down that dark, scary road as best I can. Usually with a good amount of success.
I have done a lot of cleaning this week. It’s cathartic. I have held my baby tighter and od’d on the smell of her tangerine-flavored neck and stayed up late into the night seeking solace, support and comfort in my husband’s voice and yet this heaviness still lingers. I know it will lift. I know my friend, with time and the support of all of her loved ones, will heal. I know. I guess I just needed to share. I wanted to remind you to hold your husband’s hand and kiss your baby’s pinky and laugh with your mom and do things that inspire you. Every day. As if..