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10/26/2026

with Shine Forward With Dravet

Some things in the medically complex world are so specific, you don’t even need to explain them.

The phone calls. The prior auths. The “accessible” spaces. The hold music. The paperwork. The things that make another caregiver look at you and immediately understand.

IFYKYK.

, what would you add to the list?

10/16/2026

with Shine Forward With Dravet

One of our biggest milestones this year has been Rosie transitioning to sleeping independently in her own room.

For us, creating a space where that could happen safely took a little more than decorating a cute bedroom.

Her bedtime setup has to make room for medications, feeds, oxygen, seizure monitoring, tubing, wires, medical equipment and, of course, all the regular little bedtime things that make the room feel like hers.

That’s one thing caregiving has taught me about accessibility: sometimes it isn’t one huge renovation or piece of equipment.

Sometimes it’s dozens of little details working together to help your child safely do something other families may never have to think twice about.

And watching Rosie settle into this space and make it her own has been pretty special.

10/01/2026

with Shine Forward With Dravet

Before Rosie was diagnosed, I didn’t even know this entire world existed.

I didn’t know there were conferences filled with families who understood our life without needing an explanation. I didn’t know there were awareness events, advocacy organizations, or communities where carrying emergency medications and sharing hard-earned victories was just… normal.

Like so many families, we found this community one connection at a time.

An online conversation.
A conference.
An awareness event.
A hug from someone who simply got it.

Looking back, I realize that some of the most meaningful support we’ve received hasn’t always come from having the right answers. Sometimes it’s come from being surrounded by people who understand the questions.

If you’re newly navigating this journey, I hope you know this:
There are people out there who understand.

There are people who will celebrate your victories, sit with you through the hard days, and remind you that you don’t have to carry this alone.

And if you’ve been one of those people for another family…

Thank you.

Because care at its best is something we do together.

09/29/2026

When your kid eats through a G-tube, tummy troubles sometimes require a little creativity. 💜

When we got home from the hospital, Rosie’s GI system was still having a rough time, so I went back to a combination we’ve used for her before: a liquefied version of the basic BRAT foods, adapted for her tube feeds.

For Rosie, that meant keeping things very simple while her stomach settled and watching hydration, tolerance and — yes — p**p. 😂💩

Because my medical moms know: we can have an entire conversation about p**p consistency without blinking.

This is what I do for Rosie based on what she tolerates and her individual feeding needs — not a universal G-tube recipe. But I know figuring out what to feed a tube-fed kid when their stomach is unhappy can feel like a whole new puzzle, so I wanted to show what it looks like in our house.

Next up: slowly adding her regular foods back in. 💜

09/21/2026

with Shine Forward With Dravet
Rare disease parenting changes you.

Not just emotionally, but physically, spiritually. It changes the way your nervous system moves through the world. It changes the way you sleep, the way you think, the way you prepare for emergencies, the way you define strength.

For a long time, I thought grace meant handling everything perfectly. Quietly.

But Dravet syndrome humbled me in ways I never could have imagined.

Because somewhere between the seizures, medications, emergency room visits, side effects, sleepless nights, therapies, feeding struggles, equipment, trauma, and constant hypervigilance… you realize perfection was never the goal. Survival was.

And eventually, if you’re lucky, survival slowly turns into adaptation. Into resilience. Into learning how to offer yourself compassion for the moments you couldn’t hold every plate in the air.

One of the hardest parts of this journey has been the constant learning and unlearning that comes with raising a child with a rare disease. Learning medical language you never wanted to know. Learning how to advocate. Learning how to stay calm in emergencies.

And unlearning the idea that strength means carrying all of it alone.

If you’re a newly diagnosed parent reading this: you are not failing because this feels overwhelming. This life IS overwhelming sometimes.

And there is grace in surviving it anyway.

09/17/2026

A little hospital frequent-flyer advice from one medically complex mom to another. 💜

When it becomes clear we’re settling in for more than a night, I’ve learned to stop treating my own comfort like it’s optional.

Bring your blanket. Bring your favorite sweatshirt. Bring the ridiculous number of chargers. Get a shower when you safely can. Eat something. Cry if you need to. If you’re lucky enough to live close by and can step away for a little while, take the opportunity without feeling guilty about it.

You may not be able to control what brought you to the hospital or how long you’ll be there. But you can do small things that make an incredibly stressful environment a little more manageable.

We spend so much time making sure our children have everything they need that it’s really easy to forget we’re living through the hospital stay too.

Take care of yourself while you’re taking care of them. 💜

09/15/2026

Just a nice relaxing drive through the Colorado mountains when my brain decided a runaway truck ramp was the perfect metaphor for status epilepticus.

And unfortunately… the analogy works.

F**k Dravet. 💜

09/13/2026

Today looked nothing like I planned.

Rosie and I were supposed to be at the Steps Toward a Cure walk in Littleton this morning, and I was really looking forward to it. I wanted to see people, spend time with our Dravet community, and be part of something that means a lot to me.

But last night was a hard night for Rosie. She didn’t sleep well, she’s been a little off, and this morning she was exhausted. So I made the call to let her sleep for as long as she needed and skip the walk.

Was I disappointed? Absolutely. I really wanted to be there.

But this is also life with Dravet. Plans change. Sometimes they change at the last minute. Sometimes the thing you were excited about just isn’t the thing your child needs that day.

So I let her sleep.

And when she finally woke up, she was like a brand-new kid. Full of energy, happy, and feeling so much better — which was exactly what I was hoping would happen.

Part of our original plan for today had been to head out toward Breckenridge after the walk for a little recon mission before the aspens and the rest of the foliage fully turn. I wanted to lay eyes on the area, get a feel for Breckenridge, and scope things out because I already know I want to go back when the leaves change — and again when the snow comes.

So we kept that part of the plan.

We drove. We explored. We took in some absolutely unreal scenery. We watched the aspens just beginning to turn. And somehow a day that started with disappointment still ended up being really beautiful.

09/10/2026

Disabled children are not the invisible asterisk at the bottom of every statement we make about children.

When we make blanket judgments about what children should be doing, when they should be doing it, or what their development should look like, we don’t get to say, “Well, obviously I didn’t mean disabled kids,” when someone points out the problem.

Disabled children are children. They were already included in the sentence.

And parents of disabled children shouldn’t constantly have to do the mental gymnastics of translating the world around us into: They don’t mean my kid. This doesn’t apply to us. We’re the exception.

Developmental milestones are not a morality test. A diaper doesn’t tell you whether a child is loved, cared for, appropriately supported, or whether their parents are doing a good job.

Sometimes language that seems harmless is worth examining. Because the assumptions underneath it are bigger than the sentence itself.

And today, over coffee, I felt like examining it.

Disabled kids aren’t an asterisk.

08/27/2026

with Shine Forward With Dravet

My biggest caregiving hack isn’t a product or a gadget.

It’s systems.

Everything has a place. Everything gets restocked. Every routine is designed to make the hard days just a little bit easier.

Because when you’re caring for a medically complex child, your energy is precious. The fewer decisions I have to make in the moment, the more energy I have for what matters most.

Every system I create today is one less thing to carry tomorrow.

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