Errol Milner Clifford 2006-2009

Errol Milner Clifford was born with a significant heart defect and a cognitive disability that prevented him from walking or talking. As we grieved the child we had anticipated, Errol’s full-bodied smile and irrepressible laugh turned our sorrow into joy, and taught us that many of the best things in life are unexpected. Inspired by Errol’s delightful spirit, friends, family, and neighbors rallied to support our family’s significant emotional, physical, and financial needs, through countless acts of selfless generosity. When Errol’s courageous heart finally failed him on December 23, 2009 we were left numb with grief. In these dark hours we listen hopefully for the echoes of Errol’s brilliant laugh. This blog is the story (starting from present and working back to Errol's birth) of the life and times of the amazing Errol Clifford.


Saturday, October 13, 2007

Recipe


Errol turned blue (not sad, the color) at school Thursday, not all blue, just a little bit (mostly his face, feet and hands). His teachers are so brave. If one of my students turned blue I'd panic, and probably turn blue myself (actually, one of my students has blue hair - it's an art school - but that's a different matter). Blue babies, as these heart babies are often called turn blue when they overexert themselves: pooping, laughing, running (we’re not there yet), chopping wood. As soon as Errol turned blue his teachers watched him and the clock like hawks (they’ve been told not to panic if he is blue for just a few minutes), and then when they couldn't stand it any more, they called Cary who swooped in and took him to the amazing Dr. Hunsinger, who was as cool as a cucumber and said that Errol was just dealing with a little virus (when kids get the chills from a fever they preserve their core heat by borrowing blood from their extremities, which then turn blue with envy. Voila, Blue Baby.

So Errol's just got a little virus, and he's feeling better already, and looking a lot less blue. Errol is our little blue Zen master – sensei - and today’s lesson was how to be calm. The more time I spend with Errol, the more I learn not to worry about little things, which gives us more room to enjoy big things; like swinging. Errol was feeling so much better that we went to the park today and swung, and laughed, and swung some more, which is a really big thing.

Speaking of big things, here is the current recipe for Errol’s bottle.

4 oz water warm (easy)
2 scoops baby formula (he loves it)
1 packet of thicket (drink thickener. Less filling tastes great)
2.0 ml Axid (anti-reflux medicine)
1/2 tsp probiotics (just like grandma used to make)
1/2 tsp flax seed oil (it's not for the flavor)
1 packet fructalose (makes him poop)
1/2 St. Joseph's aspirin (for the heart)
1.0 ml children's liquid vitamins (for the ladies)

Shake well and bottoms up!
And it all tastes great to Errol, and goes down smooth.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Mr. Milner, I continue to enjoy reading about your wonderful sons. Just a question...is the Dr. Hunsinger you talk about Dr. Susan Hunsinger who has a practice in Advance? Because that's the pediatrician I had growing up, and she was absolutely wonderful.