An eventful CF clinic visit…

Only a few short hours ago, we returned from our latest CF clinic visit at Princess Margaret Hospital in Perth.

The drive up (about 450km) was horrendous due to a lot of road works. The weather was even worse!

When we finally arrived to the hospital car park, my husband was trying to get Cameron out of his car seat (while Ethan and I were loitering around nearby, waiting) when the heavens opened. Hubby had the smart idea, and jumped into the backseat to wait it out.
Ethan and I, already slightly damp, were in a position where we were committed to making a run for it.

That was when things really pelted down!!!

Ethan hates water, especially cold water, so he was screaming and crying during the whole mad dash. Mark and Cameron caught up soon after, but missed the worst of it….but we were all drenched. Luckily, I has the smart idea to grab one of the kids clothing bags (as we hadn’t booked into our hotel room yet) so I was able to change the boys into dry clothes, but we were still bombarded with looks of sympathy from the other families in this clinic area as we were provided with towels by the nursing staff. I literally had to pour water out of my shoes, but my main concern was the boys catching a chill and developing a cough in this cold weather.

Cameron has put on a staggering 3kg in the last three months, which is awesome! While we have never really struggled with weight gain, there was a concern for a while when he was hardly putting any weight on…but that was during a time when the house was constantly bombarded with the gastro bug.
He is very stocky and muscular…and not at all happy with hubby and I at being told he is too heavy to be carried around any more!

Meet "Mr. Wobbly"- called so because he makes your cheeks "wobble" during the test.

Meet “Mr. Wobbly”- called so because he makes your cheeks “wobble” during the test.

Since he turns four years old next week, he is now old enough to try the “Mr. Wobbly” machine to test lung function. So off we toddled to the respiratory department to attempt this new test (previously, he undertook the infant lung function test, where he was sedated, placed in a special vest, then had air pumped into his lungs, then the vest would squeeze it out and record the reading)

I am very proud to announce that his first attempt went very well and we were able to get a good reading! While heading back to the clinic area with test results in hand, hubby and I had a quick read…but could not make heads or tails of the results. We assume that since nothing was highlighted in red to show that levels were outside of normal results, that everything is all good!

With a lot of waiting around, we finally saw the respiratory doctor, who was very happy with Cam’s progress.

We brought up the subject of my daughter, Eva, who is a CF gene carrier, and has floppy airways and frequently gets croup. There is still a slim possibility she may also have CF, (though the specialists are fairly confident she doesn’t actually have it) but due to her current respiratory issues, they are still monitoring her.
Winter is horrible for her, with endless bouts of croup and nasty sounding coughs, which can last for weeks. For the last three weeks or so, her coughing has progressively gotten worse, especially in cold air, worse again at night, then worse again when she lays down in bed.
The doctor recommended undertaking a week of Augmentin Duo (antibiotic) for a week, then trying Ventolin (reliever inhaler) for a week. We are to try them for a week at different times (instead of the same time) to see the results of each. He was pretty sure that neither would work, and she may have to trial Flixotide (steroid inhaler)
Since we have only just come home today, we will be starting these treatments tomorrow, so I will keep you updated with her.

According to Ethan, lollypops do NOT make everything OK!

According to Ethan, lollypops do NOT make everything OK! (not an original photo shown)

Cameron and Ethan both received their flu vaccinations while we were waiting in clinic. Cam is used to being poked, prodded and jabbed, so when the nurse pushed the needle in his arm, he gave her a small, indignant “Ow!” (Hubby was with him, and I was sitting about 5m away with Ethan, and I didn’t even hear a peep!)

When Cameron walked back, proudly showing off his lollypop reward to his brother, Ethan was quick to say he wanted one too. I warned him that he was going to have to have some medicine first in order to be allowed to have a lollypop too. He gave me a brave nod and a confident “Okay!”, took his father’s hand, and went to meet the nurse.

Within minutes, all heads in the clinic turned towards our direction in alarm when we all heard hysterical screaming of pain!!! When the adults saw me laughing, they realised that my son was receiving his shots, and gave us looks of sympathy, while giggling along. One very red-faced, teary five-year-old boy walked up to me, holding his lollypop like a second place trophy while looking at it as if to say “Was it worth it, for THIS?”

Little does he know, since it was the first time he has had the flu vaccine, he is going to have to go through the ordeal again in four weeks time for a second dose!

In a way, it was a pointless trip, as Cameron’s health is pretty good, but we needed to restock medications (and it would have cost a bucket load to have them sent to us), he was able to take the next step is CF monitoring by being able to undertake this new way of lung function tests, and the boys are prepared for winter with the flu vaccine (just need to get the rest of us done now).

As much as clinic visits are a drain- physically, emotionally and financially they are an essential part of CF treatment.

Bella :)

Open letter to my friends

To my friends (you know who you are!),

I am sorry that we don’t get to catch up very often. I honestly miss the moments we have together, whether they are coffee or wine infused! I had to write today though to express who much I love, respect, thank and even miss you!

Friends come and go. But the ones who stick with you during the hard periods, they are the special kind.

When I had my first child just as we hit our 20′s, you were the ones who realised that I couldn’t drop everything  and come to a last-minute party, or go to the pubs, anymore.
You still made the effort to include us in your lives.

Thank you for making the effort to catch up despite my hectic life!

Thank you for making the effort to catch up despite my hectic life!

When more children came along, and it was even harder for us to have a night out, you didn’t ignore us/drop us, you still invited us to barbeques, included my children, or said “So you have the kids at home today? We will come to your house then for coffee!”
You even visited when I was in hospital after giving birth. Outside of family, not many friends actually visited, I don’t think you realise how special that made me feel!

When our lives became more difficult due to the fact special needs cropped up, again, instead of walking away from our friendship, you said “What can I do to help?” or “How are things going at the moment?”

You take a genuine interest in our struggles and our lives. You want to help. I recognise that!

When we come to your house, you see that I am worried about my kids running riot and trashing your house. You make us feel welcome, accomodate us and tell me “It’s ok!” when my kids have made themselves at home and made a mess of your living room.

I know you don't mind too much, but I don't want to trash your houses!

I know you don’t mind too much, but I don’t want to trash your houses!

You make sure that my youngest son is allowed to have something to eat, before you hand it over, just because of his medical condition. You are aware of the need for this.

You drag me away from the kids if you see me hovering over them, and tell me I am supposed to be enjoying myself when I am at a party. You remind me that it is ok to release my control and anxieties.

You understand that it can be a long time between catch ups because I am busy with work and/or child responsibilities. You work around it, and you dont judge me for it, and you don’t forget about me.

You have no idea how much I love and respect you for the support you constantly give me and my family. My love and respect grow every time you interact with my special needs children. When my children show you something, you act like it is the coolest thing you have ever seen! You don’t ignore them and fob them off. My middle son, Ethan, has a hard time opening up to adults, yet I have memories where I watched in amazement, where he would sit in your laps, open up, and not want to leave your sides. You made him feel loved and secure. I don’t think you realise how much of a rare event this is, or what you did for him in that moment!

There are bad experiences online, but I am lucky enough to find great friends online

There are bad experiences online, but I am lucky enough to find great friends online

To my online friends- although we have never officially met in person, I hope to one day. Some of you I have known for almost eight years. We have laughed together, cried together, shared tips and advice. When my children with born, you rejoiced- sending me messages and gift of congratulations. The horrible period when my youngest, Cameron, was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis, it was the first time that any of us had been diagnosed with a serious condition. I contacted some of you to spread the news. Little did I know, you all rallied together, chipped in some cash, and sent Cam and I a care package of flowers, a teddy and much need chocolate to the hospital. I cried when it arrived. I felt loved and thought of. While I am no longer in contact with some of you, I still respect you for the friendship you extended to me.
One day, I will meet you, but in the meantime, you know that you can contact me, good or bad, about anything. Despite not officially meeting, I still consider you some of my best friends. I hope you feel the same way about me!

To my husband’s friends- I love and respect you for when you call and my husband isn’t available, and you will spend at least half an hour just chatting with me, asking about me (or Mark) and how our kids are, how life is travelling (instead of just saying that you will call back later.) Or when we are actually managed to catch up, you will actually sit next to me and chat.
I have immense respect for the fact that you seem to actually like me for who I am ( not just as your mate’s partner) and take a genuine interest in our children and our lives. Both Mark and I express our regrets that we can’t catch up nearly enough! :(
I feel like a terrible friend because we don’t catch up often enough, and I can’t possibly return the sentiments that you give. I can only try! I honestly don’t feel like I have articulated well enough how I am really feeling, but I hope you are starting to get
I don’t tell you often enough, and I can’t express enough, but thank you, and I love you!

Bella :)
xxxx

Weight loss update

I recently realised that it has been about a year and a half since I started my weight loss battle, and haven’t written any sort of update in the meantime.
scales
I will admit, I fell off the bandwagon…multiple times…during that period.

Christmas 2011 didn’t go too badly. We were using the Rapid Loss shakes fairly comfortably at the time, and didn’t go too crazy with festive foods. When I jumped on the scales around New Year’s, I was really happy to see that I had lost a couple of kilos over the Christmas period, rather than the usual gain!

I stopped using Rapid Loss after a few months, as I wasn’t seeing the results anymore. Before you say it, I know that you sometimes plateau, but I just didn’t feel that it was the right path for me anymore.

Life got busy….I got lazy…both with my exercise, and with my cooking. Simple meals that required little effort generally meant that they weren’t all that beneficial to the waist line or scales.

Just before Christmas 2012, I decided that I needed to work harder again.

Since then, I have started walking a bit more often, and adjusted my diet. I stopped skipping breakfast, scaled back how many iced coffees I would have (still have some occasionally, but nowhere near as much…and ask any of my old highschool buddies…that is a big deal!) and I ate salads as often as I could.

I am addicted to panzanella again. I am that hooked that I cannot bring myself to even consider, let alone enjoy, any other type of salad. So many times I have made up a container of panzanella at night, put it in the fridge….only to pull it out later and continue to pick at it all evening until there isn’t enough left for lunch the next day! Can’t complain too much when your late-night snacks is a salad!

Oh Charlene...I know exactly how you feel!

Oh Charlene…I know exactly how you feel!

We threw out our bathroom scales as well. They were digital, and were in no way accurate anymore. They would tell me that I had lost 4-5 kg in the space of about three weeks, then suddenly, at that time of the month…. KABLAMMO!!! Apparently I would put the kilos back on again…overnight!!

Fluid retention has been a problem during the monthly hormone cycles for a few years now…but I highly doubt that I was putting that much on in only a few hours without a noticeable difference (maybe even with some pain?)

So the scales landed in the wheelie bin.

Now, I borrow one of my client’s scales when I’m cleaning her bathroom. I am only there once a fortnight, so I’m able to see larger results. This is a good motivator and ego booster, rather than doing daily weighs, where you are only seeing small results and getting disheartened by it.

 

Now to announce how much I have lost so far (all since the start of 2013)…..drum roll please……

 

14 KILOGRAMS!!!! (or about 30lbs…depending where my readers are from!)

While not to scale, I am probably at about stage two of this diagram!

While not to scale, I am probably at about stage two of this diagram!


I still have about 30kg to get to the weight that is healthy for my height and build. Only another 15kg until I am eligible to have breast reduction surgery (one of my goals…cant wait for these mumma-bahummas to get smaller!)

I’m feeling pretty confident still, and with how much exercise I am getting through work at the moment, I am sure it wont be another 18 months before I can announce that I have lost even more weight.

Please share your experiences!
Bella :)

Outlets (with a guest’s poem)

When dealing with grief or highly stressful situations, it is important to find a healthy outlet for your emotions.

People quite often ask me how I cope with everything. They think I am joking when I say “Copious amounts of coffee and wine gets me through the day!”
As they laugh at my joke, little do they know that there is an element of truth (in moderation of course…well…maybe not with coffee!)

Writing is my biggest tool for processing my thoughts and emotions, hence why you sometimes see some mindless dribble on my blog. I find my blog satisfying as I get to pour out everything my family is going through, and I can easily look back and see what we have gone through and how far we have come (or not) in the process. But the biggest thing about my blog is the understanding that my words may help, even just one person with their own crisis, then my blog has done its job (and I really do hope it is helping some of you, even if it just for awareness!)

I know a lot of people who have used writing to help them process, even with their grief, and this is where I would like to introduce my guest blogger, Kathleen Mullaly.
Kathleen is not only one of my clients (a brilliant one who keeps me well topped up on great coffee and conversation) but she is also a friend. Her story is one of heartbreak. When she was quite young (maybe around seven years old?), she was in a devastating car accident that took the lives of both her parents.

We all know that teen years can be difficult anyway, but the loss of both parents must have made it even harder for Kathleen, so she turned to poetry to release those emotions.

She recently gave me a file of her poetry from those years to have a read, and I stumbled across an ode to her father, with whom she was quite close. It touched me and she very generously gave me permission to publish it. (I have chosen not to publish the family photo that accompanied it, but it was very cute!)

I haven’t lost my father, but if you have, I hope Kathleen’s words touch you too!
Bella :)

father and daughter at sunset

 

 

“Once Proud”

You were once proud of me,

I was your little girl.

I looked up to you – Dad.

Your happy face, I’ll treasure.

Our time together was short – too short,

But every moment was special.

I was your little girl.

You were so proud of me.

Would you be now I’ve all grown up?
It breaks my heart thinking of you.

I’ll never forget you.
We had a special bond that I’ll carry.

You have taken half of me with you,

and left half of yourself here with me.

I love you so much and miss you

more than word could ever say

Love you always Dad.

By Kathleen Mullaly

Never ending- an update

I have been a little quiet lately. My poor husband has injured his shoulder quite badly, which means I have been helping out by covering his work in our cleaning business. It is going to take a while for him to recover, so if you don’t hear much from me over the next few weeks, that is the reason why.

I wish to thank everyone who gave advice about the constipation issue we have been having with my middle son (both on the blog post and on the Facebook fan page.)

Our GP has the series of these books displayed in his office since his name is Toby!

Our GP has the series of these books displayed in his office since his name is Toby!

We have started seeing our GP (general practitioner) doctor for the issue. This guy is awesome. He managed my pregnancies and tried to deliver my babies (if he made it there in time!) He also broke the news of my youngest son’s cystic fibrosis diagnosis, which affected him greatly, as it was apparently the first time he had to break “BIG bad news” like that, and he knew our family quite well. He apparently admitted to my mum the night of diagnosis while I went home to pack bags to be flown to the next hospital that he was somewhat glad that it was me that he had to give this heartbreaking news to. It’s absolutely not because he didn’t like us and wished us hardship…it was because he knew we could cope with the diagnosis, and that I was able to hold myself together while he broke the news (I guess in comparison to other patients, who probably would have fallen to pieces.)
He has since managed Cameron’s CF as best he can under the guidance of the CF team in Perth (since we are country patients), the team love him for his support and the fact that he follows their directions…apparently something not all doctors do in their experience.

I trust my doctor completely. I know that he will not stop until we have answers, and he is willing to go above and beyond for his patients. He also knows that if I come to him with an issue, it is a legitimate worry, I’m not just arriving in his office for a sniffle or a meagre problem.

Mutual respect is essential with your doctors!

When I arrived two weeks ago with Ethan in tow, and told him of the serious issues we were having with the chronic constipation, which has caused us to make three visits to the emergency room since the start of the year, numerous amounts of medication (laxatives, suppositories, enemas….tried it all), and the issues the fecal overflow/accidents in the underpants was causing both at school and at home…he immediately took action. We are currently giving high doses of different laxatives to clear out Ethan’s intestines. He is on Movicol twice daily, Actilax twice daily, and Parachoc twice daily. Basically, we wanted him to get to the point of diarrhea to flush out his system before we take the next steps. In no way was he allowed to get even remotely constipated in the next two weeks, or basically, we would have had to start all over again

It took about a week for all the laxatives to take effect. After two weeks of all this medication, we went back to our GP for another assessment (this happened only yesterday.) The doctor was very happy at how much better his stomach felt…nice and soft, rather than lumpy and hard in places. He was also very happy to hear that Ethan isn’t having as many accidents in his undies. It used to happen about six times a day. It now happens only a couple of days. Still a drama, but definitely an improvement!

We are to continue the laxatives for another two weeks, but this time, add Benefibre to his drinks daily, which will absorb some of the extra fluid in his tract, and make his stools a bit more solid. We return in two weeks for another assessment to figure out where to go from there.

We also saw a dietician, as part of a feeding team, to assess his food aversion. This woman told me that Ethan’s diet isn’t too bad. I really don’t agree with that (neither does my GP), but I have taken steps to change that. We have increased his water intake, and I have started making muffins/cakes to put in lunch boxes or to eat as snacks at home, which is loaded with fruit and veggies (recipe at the bottom). We are going to try different types of milk when he has finished his medications, just to test a theory that there might be a bit of an intolerance causing the constipation. Ethan’s main “homework” is that he has promised to try at least one new food before we see the dietician again. He has agreed to try chicken…not chicken nuggets, but real chicken (we haven’t tried it yet.) He has also had a bit of a nibble on a carrot, after our babysitter (who he has a bit of a crush on) enticed him with a promise of a hug and kiss if he would at least try it. Since he is very much a Casanova, the ploy worked!

Basically this is going to be a long, ongoing battle, but I will keep you all updated.

Bella :)

***Here is my cake recipe. It’s a bit of a “thrown-together” recipe, as I just add whatever I have in the cupboard until it looks about right, but feel free to make your own tweaks:

Bella's fruit and veggie cake

Bella’s Fruit and Veggie Cake

1 carrot, grated
1/2 small zucchini, grated

Large handful baby spinach, finely chopped

2 apples, grated

1 pear, grated

2 eggs

40 ml oil

1.5 cup Self raising flour

60 ml milk

1) Combine all grated fruit and vegetables in a large bowl. Add eggs, combine thoroughly.
2.) Add milk and oil to bowl, mix thoroughly. Slowly sift flour through mixture in parts.

3) Add more flour or milk to reach desired consistency
4.) Pour mix into a large, grease cake tin, or separate into muffin tins.

5.) Bake at about 160 degrees celsius until golden and cooked through.

Angels in disguise

All parents, especially mothers, have a few fears when their children start school. Will they be able to make new friends? Will they be able to handle the school work? Will they cope?
All these fears are heightened when you have a child with special needs.

It has been four years since my eldest son, Aaron, first walked through the school room doors.

My eldest son, Aaron, who is now almost 8y/o, This photo was taken at Christmas, 2012

My eldest son, Aaron, who is now almost 8y/o, This photo was taken at Christmas, 2012

Actually, it was the second time. The previous year, we had tried to enroll him in kindergarten at private school. But after one half day, they pointed out all his development issues (I was trying to bury my head in the sand at the time, hoping he would just “catch up” once he was around kids his own age) He spent the entire morning in a violent meltdown, which was extreme and common at that time. When I went to pick him up, the teacher told me, quite abruptly, that we needed to see a speech therapist, an occupational therapist and we needed to see our doctor to get a referral to see a pediatrician, and that they could no longer take him in until he was fully toilet trained, which beforehand, they told me wouldn’t be a problem. (We later pulled him from that school completely)
I drove home that day crying my eyes out. That was when I realised how big of an issue we had on our hands. That is when our battles began (but that is another long story)

I was advised that public schooling was the best option for us, as they get more funding for children with special needs than private schools do.

When he started pre-primary, at a new school, we were armed with the Global Development Delay diagnosis, which made him eligible for an aide until he turned seven years old. There was only enough funding for an aide for one full day, and three half days. His aide, to say the least, was an ANGEL who was good at hiding her wings! She basically toilet trained him (which just was NOT happening at home), set up all the tools to help him settle in and learn, and dealt with his frequent and extreme meltdowns with a level head. She was amazing!

But she is not the inspiration behind this post (though she does deserve a gushing one of her own!) 

No, this post is dedicated to the other students that were in his class that year. They accepted Aaron for who he was, and the dramas that surrounded him, with open arms. They helped to guide him to make correct decisions in social aspects. They would whisper hints to help him with his school work (which was heavily simplified for him due to his learning ability) They would encourage him to join in their lunch-time games, despite the fact he rarely did.
The best thing they did, was that they accepted, without judgement and ridicule.

I know a lot of this happened because the teachers would tell me about it. Unfortunately, because I had three younger children still at home, was working hard to get our cleaning business off the ground (which, really, is unimportant to this story), plus still living in a “bubble world” in terms of my youngest son’s cystic fibrosis diagnosis…I was unable to volunteer as a parent helper in the classroom to witness this more personally.

But there came a day when I did witness this beautiful wonder of these amazingly accepting and helpful children.

Despite not being able to help out in the class room, I still made it to every “Parent Day” and carnival. This particular day, the children were doing an Obstacle-a-thon, which was three laps around an obstacle course in the pre-primary area. The children fundraised through their laps, to raise money for the pre-primary area funds.

Aaron during his Obstacle-a-thon in 2010

Aaron during his Obstacle-a-thon in 2010

I brought along my daughter, Eva (who was four years old at the time, and we were beginning to realise at that time she also had Global Development Delay) and my youngest son, Cameron, who slept in the pram almost the entire time…(Ethan, my middle son was sick at home with my husband that day.)

My daughter joined in on the fun with the other students. After the laps were completed, there was a picnic lunch for parents and students. As we sat, my children had a packed lunchbox ready to devour.
As I dealt with Cameron, who had awoken and wanted a bottle, I looked over and saw that Eva was struggling to open her yoghurt and other sealed goodies. She was becoming a little upset (a reminder, this was around the age that her food compulsion was at its highest peak.) I was just about to put Cameron down and move over to help her, when one of the boys in Aaron’s class, leant over and opened all the food for her. When one of the other student asked something about (the exact words asked escape me now), this particular child replied “It’s ok! It’s Aaron’s sister, and she is just like Aaron!”

“Oh….ok then!” (continues to eat his own lunch)

There were no stares at her behaviour. No sniggers. No rude comments.

Just kind, helpful natures, and an awareness beyond their years.

These boys…no…ALL the children in this class were accepting and willing to bend over backwards to help a fellow student/child to develop and grow in their own way.

I sat back in shock and amazement. I drove home in tears again…happy ones this time…at how lucky my son was to be around such awesome kids. My fears of my special needs son not ever being able to make friends flew out the window! Later on in life, I hope realises how special these friends are/were.

I wish I could say that the rest of his schooling years have been as smooth and accepting as this. Aaron has had his fair share of bullying since starting primary school (and things went downhill, fast, once the funding ran out for his aid…however, that’s another story for another day) However, he has always had a few of the students from his pre-primary year in his classrooms. These students have continued to protect, encourage and nourish Aaron over the last two and a bit years.

To these students, you will probably never know how much love I have for you for being so amazing to my son. You have helped model him into who he is today, whether he will ever realise it or not, and I don’t think you will ever realise what you did for him.

From the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU!! You are truly amazing kids. You will make your parents proud and I am positive you will grow into fine young men and women. Keep up the amazing work!

Bella :)

Asthma Peeps (product review)

I have recently been given the opportunity to test a product that is aimed at children who have asthma. The reason I put my hand up for this project was because a lot of people who have cystic fibrosis also do inhaler treatments.

Asthma Peeps is an Australian business who creates nifty little stickers suitable for spacers to make treatment more fun for children. Imagine, a child who is excited and happy to have their inhalers because their spacers are customised to their budding personalities. No fighting. No excuses. Job done.

Pirate theme stickers

Pirate theme stickers

In our little sample pack, we were sent some pirate stickers, which was absolutely perfect as my CF son, Cameron, is obsessed with pirates at the moment. Every second day, he is dressed up as one, and I can never keep up with if he wants to be called by his given name, or “Mr. Smee” (which for those who dont know, is Captain Hook’s minion.)

Cameron...or Mr. Smee?

Cameron…or Mr. Smee?

Personalized spacer for inhaler treatments

Personalized spacer for inhaler treatments

Cameron was excited to help choose and place his stickers. Under each picture is a little space for you to be able to label their names.(A nice touch in my opinion.) We hit one snag with our testing phase though. Cameron doesn’t undertake any inhaler treatments for his CF! I still gave him the spacer to breathe through, which I didn’t mind as it encourages him to do deep breathing, which is also vital for CF physiotherapy.

So while I was standing there with another two sheets of stickers, I starting looking around for what else I could personalize. Then a brain wave came. Why stop at spacers? Cameron also uses other asthma tools for his physiotherapy. He has that little thing with the three coloured balls, that lift when you breathe in, and the idea is to get as many balls to the top as possible. (I’m sure there is an actual name for the device, but I have no idea what it is! We just call it the “Coloured ball thingy”)

Personalized PEP mask

Personalized PEP mask

Cameron also has a PEP mask. It has resistance when he breathes out. The better he gets at it, the more we increased the resistance. Stickers now decorate that too.

He giggles as he uses the mask, and the stickers we put on the “coloured ball thingy” are a good way for him to indicate how many faces he can achieve.

The stickers are fairly durable when you wash them – hand washing that is,not sure how they would hold up in a dishwasher (can these devices even go in a dishwasher???) This is great because there is no point on wasting your money on something that falls off in the slightest bit of water.
They don’t stick too well on silicone, as we did try them on another mask, but they fell off pretty quick!

"Coloured ball thingy" Does anyone know what it is actually called?

“Coloured ball thingy” Does anyone know what it is actually called?

Each pack of stickers retails for $9.75. There are other asthma related product available on the Asthma Peeps online store

Visit http://www.asthmapeeps.com/ today and check out all the different designs!

Bella :)