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opzioni binarie progetto scaricare I felt sick, I heard Nicky say that he had been diagnosed in plenty of time and that any damage to his brain would have been avoided and he would be just fine. I wasn’t listening, all I could think was brain damage, not my son, not my beautiful Riley who was sound asleep oblivious to all this. My dad took the phone and finished the conversation, I just stared at my baby, he didn’t look any different, still looked as perfect as the day he was born, as perfect as he looked half an hour ago. Half an hour ago we were a loved up newlywed couple with a beautiful baby boy, now we were a mess. Numb. Why us? Why my Riley?
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miglior broker per opzioni binarie Every week we would have to carry out a heel prick test to check that his phenylalanine levels were in a safe range, the safe range being 120-360 and his were currently 1700 and still rising. She explained that me and Russ both had a gene that give us a 1 in 4 chance of having a child with PKU, when she told us we both had to carry it, it tore me up inside. He was still breathing, still sleeping, still perfect, what had I done to him. I didn’t deserve this baby who was still so oblivious to all of this mayhem.
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But she was right, it did get easier. Very slowly we slotted into this whole new world we had never heard of before that day. Weighing everything, making two bottles at every feed, heel pricks twice a week, it all fell into place and became second nature to us. My parents were amazing and helped us understand and come to terms with this life I had never imagined.
When I fell pregnant with Devon I thought I had prepared myself for another positive result. I thought I would just deal with it, but it hit me in the face like a brick. I had felt guilty when we found out about Riley having PKU but this was something else entirely. I had given another son PKU and this time I KNEW it was a possibility. I knew it could happen and I still went ahead and fell pregnant anyway. How could I do this to him? I sobbed and wished things were different, why me? Why my kids?
As the days passed the guilt faded, I still feel it sometimes. When they won’t eat, or when Riley refuses to eat his supplement because it tastes like ear wax, or when they are ill and their levels go sky high, I feel the guilt then. Trips out require a lot of planning, it is very difficult to decide on a whim to go out for the day as I need to make all the food and snacks in advance as it is usually a challenge to find something for them to eat while we are out.
Riley is at nursery now and I make him lunch to take with him, I try and make it look as much like the other children’s food as possible. As they get older we will need to tell the boys about their diet. We must explain to them why they cant eat the same as the other kids, and most importantly, teach them that they are not different, they are special and we wouldn’t have them any other way.