Kevin Fischer is a veteran broadcaster, the recipient of over 150 major journalism awards from the Milwaukee Press Club, the Wisconsin Associated Press, the Northwest Broadcast News Association, the Wisconsin Bar Association, and others. He has been seen and heard on Milwaukee TV and radio stations for over three decades. A longtime aide to state Senate Republicans in the Wisconsin Legislature, Kevin can be seen offering his views on the news on the public affairs program, "InterCHANGE," on Milwaukee Public Television Channel 10, and heard filling in on Newstalk 1130 WISN. He lives with his wife, Jennifer, and their lovely young daughter, Kyla Audrey, in Franklin.
By Jennifer Fischer
Mother of beautiful angel, Kyla
Until this past Saturday, I took two things for granted: my mobility and my ability to pick up Kyla any time I needed or wanted to.
I woke up Saturday morning with a mild back ache and thought I had slept wrong. By Saturday evening I was sitting in Urgent Care with Kevin & Kyla, attempting not to scream when a wave of pain shot through my lower back.
Nearly three hours later and after not much success, we drove home. Kevin had to place Kyla on my lap so that I could rock her to sleep and then took her off my lap to put her in bed. The look on her face when I wouldn’t pick her up when she “asked” was so pathetic. She just didn’t understand. I went to bed hoping that tomorrow would be better. It wasn’t.
I don’t know how I got through the next 36 hours. I couldn’t even bend down to give my baby a kiss! I had to wait for Daddy to pick her up and bring her to my mouth. I couldn’t put her in her highchair. I couldn’t put her on the changing table. I was going out of my mind with pain but what hurt the most was that I couldn’t be the mommy I wanted to, the mommy Kyla wanted and needed.
Finally Monday afternoon I was able to be seen as a new patient at Krsko Chiropractic right here in
When asked my pain scale from 1 to 10, I wanted there to be a higher number available. I told them what I told Kevin: I would sooner go through labor all over again. At least with labor there was a beautiful reason for the pain and I knew it would end. (Oh, and there was the epidural, too.)
At the end of a thorough consultation and two x-rays I was lead to a room with an adjustment table. It looked very similar to a massage table in spas. The simple act of lowering me on to this magic table (on to my stomach) and placing foam blocks under my mid-section was enough to bring a flood of pain relief. I actually cried it felt so good to get the pressure off my lower back. All I could think of was, “There’s hope.”
After my treatment I was fitted with a brace. It’s not pretty but it sure helped with the pain. I didn’t have to shuffle, I could walk! I couldn’t wait to get home to Kyla. When she saw the brace she didn’t quite know what to make of it and of course wanted to touch it. I told her it makes Mommy feel better and that I need it because I’m broken.
Each subsequent treatment has left me better, happier, and looking forward to days completely free from pain. I still don’t lift Kyla and haven’t gone on the floor to play with her again. But she can tell Mommy is feeling better, and can certainly sense the stress level has returned to zero in our home.
Oh there are worse things that could happen to a family, to be sure. I know that and I counted my blessings even when I was at my worst, most excruciating pain. But not picking up and holding my beautiful daughter has been extremely difficult for me. I plan to celebrate full recovery by taking her to a park, playing in her pool, and rolling around on the floor with her and her gigantic stuffed Mickey & Minnie… all in one day!