A giant smile spread across my face.
Less than 18 short months ago, my daughter would have happily gone home with any stranger in that store. She did not know who I was. She did not know who her father was. And we cared for her 24/7.
If you look closely at my daughter’s bed, you will notice adhesive residue all over the frame. At 8 months of age, I found her in bed with a black eye. That same day, my husband taped foam pipe insulation around each bar of her crib. We were trying to protect her – from herself.
She was fearless, and seemed almost immune to physical pain. Her hyperactivity was extreme. She had a constant and relentless nervous energy that bordered on seizure-like behaviors. An MD specialist told us that her fixation on tiny objects, and repetitive physical movements, were early signs of Autism.
Then there were the developmental delays. Sitting up, rolling over, standing, walking, talking – she was significantly delayed on every milestone.
Along for the ride were the medical issues. Food sensitivities to EVERYTHING, GERD, a primary immune deficiency, epic insomnia, bacterial imbalances, appetite loss, failure to thrive, and vitamin and mineral deficiencies. That’s just what I can remember.
TODAY- she is unequivocally one of the happiest, healthiest, most loving and charismatic 3-year old’s you will ever meet. The journey between then and now has been epic, and life changing. I would not wish what we have been through on my worst enemy.
It was years spent poring over research studies, and learning from other parents on a similar path. I sought out doctors who understood the source of my daughter’s issues. We used lab work to identify vitamin/mineral deficiencies, and supplements to fill those gaps. We rotated nutrient dense foods, to prevent her immune system from reacting to them. We identified and eliminated any foods and food chemicals that provoked acute reactions in her. As much as possible, we reduced exposure to toxins from food, water, household cleaners, detergents, soaps, lotions, fragrances, cookware, vaccines, medications, and electrical devices.
And I prayed, pleaded, screamed, swore, cried, and begged. Some days were better than others.
But everything helped, and she recovered. Slowly. But as the months went by, we hit a wall. She was better – much less violent and self-injurious. I fought to convince myself that this might be as good as it would get. And I continually reminded myself how much worse it used to be. But, I could not shake the feeling that we were still missing something.
I heard a gentle, yet constant message: “This is not your daughter.”
So, I continued my infinite quest for answers. Soon after, a book showed up in my recommended feed. It was titled “Brain Maker: The Power of Gut Microbes to Heal and Protect Your Brain-for Life”, and it was ranked #1 in the category of Autism.
From the very first page, I could not put it down. It was like reading my own personal medical history. Heavy childhood antibiotic use – check, poor nutrition – check, frequent illness – check, food/chemical sensitivities – check, frequent GI distress, anxiety, insomnia – check, check, check.
And more importantly, were the parallels between the author’s patients and my daughter. The stool analysis of a young Autistic patient revealed he was missing an important strain of beneficial bacteria. Chills immediately shot up and down my spine. My daughter’s stool analysis lab results were identical to this child’s. The author suggested the patient’s mother try introducing probiotics with the missing strain(s) directly to his colon. Long story short, that child is no longer Autistic.
I was intrigued. Our integrative MD had suggested a probiotic suppository in the past, but it had been lost in the sea of our treatment trials. Now armed with the knowledge of how it might help my daughter, I was compelled to try. I contacted my colonic hydro-therapist for advice on how to administer a liquid suppository to my toddler, and probiotic dosage recommendations.
The results were nothing short of miraculous. Of all the treatments we have used, none have had the dramatic effect this did. Almost exactly 48 hours after the first treatment, she slept 14 hours through the night. And she woke lethargic. I thought something was wrong, that she must be sick. She was not sick. Her physical body was simply exhausted. This poor child’s nervous system had been operating on hyper-drive for nearly 2 years of her life. And now, it had finally downshifted.
Two weeks after the first treatment, she hugged me for the first time ever and soon began calling me ‘Mama’. A week later, she saw something that startled her on the television and came running to us for comfort. She took a minor fall on the kitchen tile, hit her head and began to cry. These might sound like normal childhood behaviors, but they were all new to her.
Within a month of starting the treatment, her hyperactivity reduced dramatically. She could sit with me long enough to read a short book, or watch a television program. And she continued to sleep a solid, uninterrupted 10-13 hours. Every. Single. Night.
Her energy, pain, and fear thresholds all normalized. She began to exhibit empathy and caution. Her epic tantrums subsided, and her extreme mood swings were replaced with a calm complacency that I didn’t even know was possible. There were countless subtle changes in her, too many to remember and list.
In short, I met my daughter for the first time when she was about 19 months of age.
I cry tears of happiness every time I share our experience with someone, and as I’m writing about it now. It still feels completely unreal that a teaspoon of probiotic-rich water – gave me back my daughter. I don’t know that this treatment will work the wonders for anyone else that it did for us. But I want to tell our story, if it means it may help even one more child.
With Peace & Love,