So, needless to say it's been a pretty rough week. Monday started off with the news that Toby needs yet another surgery on Friday. His rods are not staying attached to his ribs or his pelvis like they should. He was also referred to the bone density clinic to see if that may be one of the reasons the hardware continues to work itself through his hip bones.
For some reason this surgery is hitting me harder. It's not any different than the one he had in September, except this time it's the right side instead of the left. Maybe it's because VEPTR feels like a ticking time bomb, and you never know when it's going to go off or when the surgeon is going to say enough is enough - his body can't take anymore - and we are running out of options to straighten his spine. Maybe it's because it's that time of year, and several days in the hospital throws me for a loop. Maybe it's the crazy list of "to-dos" that gets longer and longer. I am such a perfectionist, that I don't know how to let go - every thing that I have listed in my mind that must get done and it will get done!!! I'm sure it's a combination of all of the above.
After the surgery news, I took Caris over to the lab for her first blood draw. They had to take around 35 ml of blood out of that sweet girl (that's over an ounce of blood). We are seeing a new doctor that takes a more natural approach to medicine, and we are wanting to get to the root of why two years ago she developed respiratory issues and has been on Singulair ever since. Every time we try to stop it, she gets a respiratory illness. I really do not want her to be on this medication long term, but something is causing respiratory issues (coughing, wheezing, runny nose, etc.). When we went in for the blood draw she said to me, "Mommy, I will try to be brave." She was so brave, didn't even really cry until it was over. We are trying to get her off dairy, but oh my goodness - it is so difficult. Food allergies are a new hurdle for us, and I admire all of you that deal with this on a daily basis, especially when it is life threatening. I can't even imagine, but it's yet one more thing to deal with right now.
We had a wonderful time on Toby's Make-A-Wish trip to Disney. The trip was perfect, and I promise to post pictures and details soon. The timing was perfect, we met wonderful people, and Toby and our family was treated like royalty. It was such a blessing; we had a great time together as a family.
Your love and prayers have been surrounding us. I am at peace in my grief, and can feel the arms of God holding me right now - He truly is holding all of us up. It is so hard for me to accept help, I feel like I can never repay what everyone has given to us (meals, visits, prayers, house cleaning). I know that I should not look at it as a tit for tat, but I am wired in such a way that I don't want anyone to ever think we are "that needy family" that never gives back. I also want our children to serve others - to not feel entitled.
I'm also learning, though, that it blesses others to give to us, that our kids are seeing real life - what it's like to give to others, how to be thankful and humble in tough times. It's also sinking into my heart that we all give in different ways, and God is still using us...that is humbling and awe-inspiring too.
Today, the most amazing display of God's love happened to me, and I was so thankful to share this with our kids afterwards. My middle sister Lynsey and her husband Anthony have been staying with us this week. They are in the process of moving from Nicaragua to South Dakota, and are going through major transitions of their own. Last night, Lynsey, Caris and I had the wonderful opportunity to do some Christmas shopping together while the boys were blessed to see OSU play basketball. I bought some Christmas presents at Kohl's, and realized as I was checking out that my coupon for 25% off wasn't good until the next day. I could only get 20% off today. I went ahead and made the purchase because I'm not sure when I'll get the time again, but today it was bothering me so much I decided to go back to Kohl's and see if they would make a price adjustment. PLUS - I can earn Kohl's cash today.
I know I can be long-winded, but bear with me. So, being my Type A self, but also having some extra time today while the boys were at gym class, I ran over to Kohl's. For once in my life, I went up to Customer Service - calm and not demanding that they "fix this" for me. I politely asked if they would return the items, and offered to take the returned items to one of the longer cashier lines to re-pay for the items, get the bigger discount and the Kohl's cash. She said, she didn't mind doing it there, and I offered a few times, but she was gracious and returned the items, and then re-rang. As often is the case at Kohl's, one of the items rang up more expensive because they change their sales for the weekend, and so I mentioned to her that I may not take that item, but would wait until the end to decide. Then, I decided to just take it, the price difference wasn't that much. After a moment she said, "I'll just change the price to what it was yesterday."
For a moment, I was taken aback, and then I began to tear up at her kindness. She was being so patient, and God prompted me to tell her about Toby. I told her that we have a six-year old son who's having his 22nd surgery tomorrow at Children's, what she did had truly blessed me, and I thanked her for her kindness. She turned to me and grabbed my hand and said, "I prayed this morning to give someone a blessing today, and I didn't know who that would be...it was you." We both teared up then, and we talked about God's amazing blessings and how good He is. She asked more about Toby, and I was able to share about him. She told me she would say a prayer for him.
It was just an amazing moment, and God was able to show me how He connects the body of Christ through complete strangers. I know right now there are people that don't even know us personally praying for us and for Toby. The Bible says, "How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! If I would count them, they are more than the sand..." (Psalm 139:17-18a). What is truly awesome about God, is His love is available to anyone - no matter what you've done or who you are. It's not an exclusive club and there isn't anything you have to do to earn His love. There is one thing, that is required, though, it's surrender - to turn from sin and accept His grace and forgiveness. Some have mentioned that our strength is amazing, but it's not mine - it's God strengthening me (Philippians 4:13). Some have said that they don't know how we can go through so much and still have smiles - again it's not us, but the peace that surpasses all understanding when we lay our burdens at His feet and let Him carry us through. (Phillipians 4:6-7) Some might say that this relationship with God is not for them - it's not available to them, but it is - we pray you will see that and accept it.
I am beyond blessed today and am so thankful for all of you. Thank you for storming the throne of grace with your prayers, we are lifted up. I am rejoicing in God's plan and taking today one hour at a time. God holds tomorrow, and as He has proven to us over and over and over again. He is faithful and His love is amazing. Surgery is at 10:40 a.m. We have some crazy snowy weather coming in this evening, so planning ahead for that possibility too. We will keep you posted.
(P.S. It was the Kohl's on Sawmill Rd.)
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Shunt, Shunt, Shunt
I apologize for not finishing out my series during the rest of October; as you can probably tell, my blogging can be inconsistent! GASP!
Do you mean that having four children, one with major medical and special needs, doctor appointments, dentist appointments, traveling to visit family, home schooling, sports practices, running a half marathon, and just being a wife and mom doesn't lend itself to copious amounts of time to blog? Uh, NO!
I do intend to complete what I started; I have a few more posts I want to share to summarize our journey with Toby.
Today's post is about our experiences with the shunt. The shunt was developed by an engineer in the 1950's for his son. Ironically his name was John W. Holter (Toby's Grandpa's name is John Holt). He and his wife had tried for ten years to conceive, and then their son was born with myelomeningocele and hydrocephalus. The device he invented - the shunt - helped his son live until the age of five, but then he passed away from complications related to his heart. My information came from this article (they state his condition as "meningomyelocele").
Shunts are very fickle devices. Some kids keep their first shunts into adulthood, others only last a few days. The device is a catheter (think straw) with little holes in it that is placed surgically into the ventricles of the brain. It is attached to tubing that goes down the neck and ends into the abdominal cavity. There the excess CSF is reabsorbed by the body. There are risks of it clogging, failing, breaking, coming apart at the distal catheter, and also infection. There are also programmable shunts and shunts that has tubing that ends in the region of the heart. Toby's is a ventriculoperiteoneal (ends in the abdominal cavity), and his is not programmable.
Today's post is about our experiences with the shunt. The shunt was developed by an engineer in the 1950's for his son. Ironically his name was John W. Holter (Toby's Grandpa's name is John Holt). He and his wife had tried for ten years to conceive, and then their son was born with myelomeningocele and hydrocephalus. The device he invented - the shunt - helped his son live until the age of five, but then he passed away from complications related to his heart. My information came from this article (they state his condition as "meningomyelocele").
Hydrocephalus is a condition in which the ventricles in the brain are producing too much cerebral spinal fluid (CSF) As I understand it, and correct me if I'm wrong on this, Spina Bifida friends, but all ventricles produce CSF. However, as a result of the open hole in the back in utero, the ventricles are programmed to overproduce fluid because it's leaking out through the open hole instead of recirculating though the CSF system. Once that hole is closed after birth, the ventricles continue to overproduce CSF therefore causing the head to swell. Not all kids with SB and hydrocephalus require a shunt, but Toby did. His first shunt was placed when he was 4 days old.
Shunts are very fickle devices. Some kids keep their first shunts into adulthood, others only last a few days. The device is a catheter (think straw) with little holes in it that is placed surgically into the ventricles of the brain. It is attached to tubing that goes down the neck and ends into the abdominal cavity. There the excess CSF is reabsorbed by the body. There are risks of it clogging, failing, breaking, coming apart at the distal catheter, and also infection. There are also programmable shunts and shunts that has tubing that ends in the region of the heart. Toby's is a ventriculoperiteoneal (ends in the abdominal cavity), and his is not programmable.
This site is where I found this picture of the shunt. That same site also has a great MRI picture of the brain with normal ventricles and ones that are swollen with fluid. Here is a link to more information on the shunt.
Toby's first shunt failure occurred when he went back into the hospital with his breathing issues around 2 1/2 weeks. He had his first shunt revision on January 25th, 2007. He was barely a month old. It was very obvious that he was in failure; just inconsolable - crying constantly. I think the fact that he became hyponatremic (sodium drop), and is changes in blood pressure and temperature were also shunt related.
His second and third shunt revision wasn't until November 9th and 10th of 2010. This was the first step in finding out whether Toby needed his spinal cord detethered. The doctors typically explore the shunt first. In Toby's case, he definitely needed this revision.
That week we were keeping a close eye on him. With the ETV, a little more CSF stays in the ventricles than with a shunt. The risk is also that the fenestration they make in between the third and fourth ventricle can close, so we were watching for that too. The doctors also left the shunt in, and they had discovered it was indeed clogged. They leave it in because it requires another surgery - another incision in a different part of the head to take the shunt out. It can also work as a back-up in case the ETV doesn't work, even though it was partially clogged, some of the catheter was still draining fluid.
Psalm 31:4-5a "But I trust in you, LORD: I say, "You are my God." My times are in your hands..."
*A reminder to me that I am not in control was one of the biggest, a renewed trust in God's faithfulness.
Toby's first shunt failure occurred when he went back into the hospital with his breathing issues around 2 1/2 weeks. He had his first shunt revision on January 25th, 2007. He was barely a month old. It was very obvious that he was in failure; just inconsolable - crying constantly. I think the fact that he became hyponatremic (sodium drop), and is changes in blood pressure and temperature were also shunt related.
His second and third shunt revision wasn't until November 9th and 10th of 2010. This was the first step in finding out whether Toby needed his spinal cord detethered. The doctors typically explore the shunt first. In Toby's case, he definitely needed this revision.
There have been other times when we've suspected it wasn't working - the mamas in the Spina Bifida community affectionately or unaffectionately call it SMP (Shunt Malfunction Paranoia). Toby typically doesn't have the "normal" symptoms of shunt malfunction. The last time he had a shunt malfunction completely turned our lives upside down. I had been suspecting for awhile that something wasn't right. He was impatient, ornery, and his nystagmus (eyes jumping) had gotten really bad. I called our nurse case manager in the SB clinic that week telling her of my suspicions, so she had the doctors order a limited MRI along with his other tests for clinic that Friday.
Before this, typically, CT scans were used to check shunts. Unfortunately, this test exposes kids to large amounts of radiation. I think I've read that one CT scan is the equivalent to 100 chest x-rays of radiation. The neurosurgeon Toby had at birth left to start an SB clinic in Arizona. We switched to our current neurosurgeon and he prefers to use the limited MRI's to check brain ventricles for swelling. The benefit is the little exposure to radiation. The downside is they are really loud, and Toby screams the entire time. It's really hard on him.
After getting all of Toby's tests and waiting forever to see doctors that day in clinic, our nurse came in looking grim. The MRI didn't look good - it showed swollen ventricles, and neurosurgery wanted us to head to the ER right away. He had a few more tests, and then the resident dropped the bomb of trying out a new surgery on Toby called an ETV or Endoscopic Third Ventriculostomy. The link explains this procedure much better than I can. He was admitted and had surgery on March 17th, stayed a few days for observation and then went home.
After getting all of Toby's tests and waiting forever to see doctors that day in clinic, our nurse came in looking grim. The MRI didn't look good - it showed swollen ventricles, and neurosurgery wanted us to head to the ER right away. He had a few more tests, and then the resident dropped the bomb of trying out a new surgery on Toby called an ETV or Endoscopic Third Ventriculostomy. The link explains this procedure much better than I can. He was admitted and had surgery on March 17th, stayed a few days for observation and then went home.
That week we were keeping a close eye on him. With the ETV, a little more CSF stays in the ventricles than with a shunt. The risk is also that the fenestration they make in between the third and fourth ventricle can close, so we were watching for that too. The doctors also left the shunt in, and they had discovered it was indeed clogged. They leave it in because it requires another surgery - another incision in a different part of the head to take the shunt out. It can also work as a back-up in case the ETV doesn't work, even though it was partially clogged, some of the catheter was still draining fluid.
Then, Saturday morning around 6 a.m. I woke up to our nurse yelling, and Toby's pulse-ox was going off. I ran into the room only to see our son's eyes rolling and immediately I knew he was having a convulsive seizure. We checked to make sure he didn't need to be suctioned, and then we called 911. That ride to the hospital was one of the longest in my life. I remember arriving, being ushered into critical care. By this time, Toby had stopped seizing, even though, I can't really remember when the seizure actually stopped because he was just staring off into space. My first thought was that there was too much pressure in his brain, the ETV was not working, and he needed to immediately go into shunt surgery. The medics got an IV in, and they drew blood to test for a variety of things. The biggest thing that came back was his sodium was low - hyponatremia again. It was 118. They began to run high concentrations of saline but not too quickly or it could cause seizures also. He began to seize again, and this time I can't remember what time it stopped.
I don't remember much after that, but here are a few memories:
I don't remember much after that, but here are a few memories:
*His sodium was corrected and he was still seizing....
*Bagging - I remember the RT's and nurses bagging him off the ventilator because his oxygen was dropping, and he was fighting the vent.
*A nurse with a face I don't remember hugging me as I stood watching them work on him, and I could only break down into sobs.
*Bruce showing up in the ER and he and I sitting on the floor watching them wheel him up to the PICU.
*A nurse with a face I don't remember hugging me as I stood watching them work on him, and I could only break down into sobs.
*Bruce showing up in the ER and he and I sitting on the floor watching them wheel him up to the PICU.
*An employee from admitting trying to get my insurance information as we tried to follow Toby up to the ICU - and a great feeling of wanting to smack her - this wasn't the right time.
*Being ushered out of the PICU as the chief resident in neurosurgery prepared to do a ventriculostomy - basically they put a cathether in through the ventricle to test the levels of pressure. They ended up having to do this bedside as the OR was booked with other cases (It was the weekend).
*Sitting in a room waiting, praying, sobbing...
God was definitely with us through this entire process, even though I really questioned His wisdom in allowing this to happen. I felt like He had moved His hand of protection from Toby - we hadn't had an emergency like this in awhile, and so I wondered why He had decided to allow this. In the PICU that day, the neurologist on call for the hospital was sent by God. She was/is so knowledgeable about seizures, and her approach to Toby's care was so family centered. One of the rotating doctors in the PICU also had just finished up time with neurology, so I felt like they both had a plan.
I remember laying on Toby and crying out to God to stop the seizure as he continued to seize, medication after medication had been thrown his way, and still nothing was working. He tremored every few minutes, which they said was still convulsive seizing, but his body was just too tired to do it all over. I remember asking the doctor what would happen if they couldn't get it to stop, what would they do. Her response was anesthesia or some type of heavy sedation. They finally had to use versed to get it to stop (a sedative).
Then, they put on the EEG leads to see if his brain was still seizing, but his body could no longer respond. The intracranial pressure monitor never did show an increase of pressure in his brain. It was clamped most of the time (it's the yellow/orange tube coming out of Toby's head in the photo below). The doctors couldn't really explain why this had happened. We believe it was a reaction to the ETV surgery and his sodium dropping. There were only a few cases of kids having seizures after the surgery, but Toby added one more to the medical literature.
God was definitely with us through this entire process, even though I really questioned His wisdom in allowing this to happen. I felt like He had moved His hand of protection from Toby - we hadn't had an emergency like this in awhile, and so I wondered why He had decided to allow this. In the PICU that day, the neurologist on call for the hospital was sent by God. She was/is so knowledgeable about seizures, and her approach to Toby's care was so family centered. One of the rotating doctors in the PICU also had just finished up time with neurology, so I felt like they both had a plan.
I remember laying on Toby and crying out to God to stop the seizure as he continued to seize, medication after medication had been thrown his way, and still nothing was working. He tremored every few minutes, which they said was still convulsive seizing, but his body was just too tired to do it all over. I remember asking the doctor what would happen if they couldn't get it to stop, what would they do. Her response was anesthesia or some type of heavy sedation. They finally had to use versed to get it to stop (a sedative).
Then, they put on the EEG leads to see if his brain was still seizing, but his body could no longer respond. The intracranial pressure monitor never did show an increase of pressure in his brain. It was clamped most of the time (it's the yellow/orange tube coming out of Toby's head in the photo below). The doctors couldn't really explain why this had happened. We believe it was a reaction to the ETV surgery and his sodium dropping. There were only a few cases of kids having seizures after the surgery, but Toby added one more to the medical literature.
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| The middle photo on the right with his one arm in the air, was the first time we saw him make a voluntary movement. Bottom left was his first smile. Middle were the incisions from the ETV, and the other was the intra-cranial pressure monitor. |
By the next evening, he did start to wake up and the EEG showed no seizure activity. I'm not sure why, but seizures have always been one of my greatest fears. The doctors haven't ever been able to give me a straight answer on how long he seized - we know it was between 4-6 or maybe even 7 hours straight. I kept praying that I would hear his voice again, see his smile, and have him look me in the eye. I also realized how greatly I had taken those things for granted. It reminded me again to be thankful.
Even though, Toby was waking up and was moved out of the PICU. He could barely hold his own head up, so the doctors began to talk of moving to the Rehabilitation unit. This way he could get consistent therapy and learn to sit up, move, write, and eat again. We did move to that floor after about a week.
Even though, Toby was waking up and was moved out of the PICU. He could barely hold his own head up, so the doctors began to talk of moving to the Rehabilitation unit. This way he could get consistent therapy and learn to sit up, move, write, and eat again. We did move to that floor after about a week.
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| Toby was learning to throw a ball again he could barely hold himself up or his arms over his head; he was so weak. |
Toby only spent about 5 days in rehab. You could tell by the end of the week that he just needed to go home. In two days it would be Easter, and I couldn't handle one more day being in the hospital. He was discharged on Good Friday!
I read Psalm 31 over and over during this hospital stay. The verse below rings out its' truth over and over:
Psalm 31:4-5a "But I trust in you, LORD: I say, "You are my God." My times are in your hands..."
Just last month we had a follow up appointment with his neurologist. The same one that was there in the chaos, the same who happened to be on call for the hospital. We talked about the seizure again, and I asked her to pin down for me how long he actually seized. It was going to take too long to dig through all of his medical records, even electronically (that's scary), but she reminded me that once someone convulsively seizes for 20 minutes it's too long. After that they risk damage to their hippocampus in their brain. The amazing thing, and this is God's healing, is that Toby's MRI right afterwards, and every one since has shown no damage to that area of his brain. I am reminded that our times are in His hands - our very life and breath. He knows all. So much good has come out of that situation:
*A reminder to me that I am not in control was one of the biggest, a renewed trust in God's faithfulness.
*Deeper thankfulness for the abilities that Toby does have, instead of focusing on what he cannot do.
*A renewal of our full nursing hours; this sounds crazy, but right before this our insurance tried to cut them and then because of this situation, they couldn't justify it.
*A renewal of our full nursing hours; this sounds crazy, but right before this our insurance tried to cut them and then because of this situation, they couldn't justify it.
*The ability to declare God's healing in Toby's body and brain.
*In many ways I think it prepared us for the road ahead with the multiple surgeries on Toby's back/scoliosis.
*In many ways I think it prepared us for the road ahead with the multiple surgeries on Toby's back/scoliosis.
*We saw the body of Christ reach out to us through a brand new church we had only been attending for a few short weeks before this situation...and it led us to stay there - a church that has a passion/gift for reaching families of children with special needs.
Some may ask if we had do make the decision to do the ETV all over again, would we? I think we would, we made the best decision we could with the information we had at the time. Even though there are days, I still question whether it's working properly, it has taken away some of the worry whether or not the shunt is working. This is only what I can think of right now, although I know there may be many more in years to come as God reveals His purpose as He sees fit. He has a way of bringing back these situations and we can say, "Oh, that's why that happened." To God be the Glory, Great things He has done.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
How Do You Eat an Elephant?
(Warning - some photos that might make you squeamish - and a longer post today, but please don't give up on us and read it until the end!)
The race is in four days. Tonight I did a 4-mile run, and it's the best I've felt running in several weeks. I think my body is just tired, and our long runs on Saturdays, haven't been the best. I have lowered my expectations this year on my time - past years I've been able to run it under 2 hours, but I'm not expecting that this year - just to finish and still be healthy and whole at the end. A song that a friend recently shared with me by Mandisa has just been added to my iPod running list. It's called Overcomer. I still can't listen to the entire song without getting choked up.
Just a few of the words:
You're an overcomer
Stay in the fight ‘til the final round
You're not going under
‘Cause God is holding you right now
You might be down for a moment
Feeling like it's hopeless
That's when He reminds You
That you're an overcomer
You're an overcomer
Everybody's been down
Hit the bottom, hit the ground
Oh, you're not alone
Just take a breath, don't forget
Hang on to His promises
He wants You to know
The same Man, the Great I am
The one who overcame death
Is living inside of You
So just hold tight, fix your eyes
On the one who holds your life
There's nothing He can't do
He's telling You
What hit me as I listen to this is that we are all "overcomers" or can be through Jesus. We can overcome the greatest obstacles with strength from God. I thought about Toby and how much he has over come. I think of myself as an overcomer - over coming despair, faithlessness, bitterness; I'm a fighter and I want to win this fight against the Spina Bifida that threatens to keep us down! Then, I thought about so many that I know who have lost loved ones to death. Have they overcome? Can we be overcomers in death? Don't miss this....
The answer is yes.
Because Jesus is the Great I am, and He overcame death when He died and rose again - even death can be overcome. It comes when any person puts their personal faith in Jesus - His death, burial, and resurrection - a surrender of our lives to Him and He comes to live inside of us. (see the last verse of Mandia's song). That even when death claims our life, we can still ovecome because to know Jesus is to have eternal life withHim in heaven. There is NOTHING He can't do because He has overcome even sin, hell and death.
When Bruce and I were dating and I was overwhelmed in my finals and studying as I finished up college, he shared this quote with me:
"How do you eat an elephant?"
"One bite at a time!"
In many ways that is how we have to approach this journey of life - one step at a time, one day at a time walking in faith. We don't know the end result, we don't know the outcome, but we can walk through it by faith, holding the hand of the one who holds us!
In dealing with Toby's scoliosis or curvature of the spine, we have learned to take things one step at a time. Just when I think there's an end in sight, another curve ball is thrown our way. Scoliosis is very common in kids with Spina Bifida. When there's damage to nerves that also means nerve signals aren't being sent to the muscles, which makes them weak and atrophied. This is also true of the muscles around the spinal cord that keeps it straight.
About every 6 months, Toby meets with a team of doctors in something we call Myelo Clinic, which is short for Myelomeningocele clinic or the Spina Bifida clinic. This is a day where we see all the doctors, nurse practitioners and therapists related to the main conditions Spina Bifida causes. It's typically made up of neurosurgery, orthopedic surgery, urology, physical medicine, and a developmental pediatrician that specializes in kids with SB. We also see physical and occupational therapists, a neuropsychologist, and typically the main guy that does walking braces and another that does wheelchairs/adjustments is also there. It can be a VERY long day to say the least.
In March of 2010, Toby had an x-ray of his back at clinic, and it showed that his spine was beginning to curve. I can't remember exactly what he curve was, but it was slight - less than 20 degrees, I believe. By the fall, it had progressed to 41 degrees, and the doctors began to get concerned. I was concerned too because his little ribs on his right side began to stick out; I noticed it most when he was sitting independently on the floor or in his bed.
After the shunt surgery, the doctors wanted to follow up with another MRI that next spring to see how things were going and if he would need his spinal cord released. In my opinion, there seems to be two major common surgeries in kids with Spina Bifida that are the most feared: spinal cord detethering and Chiari II decompression surgery. It's understandable, in both surgery is performed in very sensitive areas - the spine with all of the nerve fibers and the second is taking out skull bone to make room for the brain stem. After another MRI under anesthesia in March of 2011 and much discussion with the neurosurgeon, we decided to wait on the detethering surgery. Hindsight is always 20/20 and looking back I have often asked myself if I should have pushed more to have the surgery done. Did we make the decision to not untether because of fear? Would Toby have needed the rods in his back at such a young age? I honestly think the answer is "yes". We should have done that surgery then. I don't know if it would have stopped the need for rods, but I think it would have slowed down the progression of his scoliosis because his spine would have been free to grow with his body, but instead it was tethered and as he grew it curved. I certainly don't walk around in despair, but I also wish that maybe we wouldn't have feared that surgery so much and taken a different path.
At first, the orthopedic surgeon decided to try back bracing to slow down the scoliosis progression. As you can tell, Toby hated it. It also was the cause of his autonomic issues, where he would turn red on half his body (see last post).
After we figured out this back brace wasn't going to work. Next on the list was a night-time back-bending brace.
The race is in four days. Tonight I did a 4-mile run, and it's the best I've felt running in several weeks. I think my body is just tired, and our long runs on Saturdays, haven't been the best. I have lowered my expectations this year on my time - past years I've been able to run it under 2 hours, but I'm not expecting that this year - just to finish and still be healthy and whole at the end. A song that a friend recently shared with me by Mandisa has just been added to my iPod running list. It's called Overcomer. I still can't listen to the entire song without getting choked up.
Just a few of the words:
You're an overcomer
Stay in the fight ‘til the final round
You're not going under
‘Cause God is holding you right now
You might be down for a moment
Feeling like it's hopeless
That's when He reminds You
That you're an overcomer
You're an overcomer
Everybody's been down
Hit the bottom, hit the ground
Oh, you're not alone
Just take a breath, don't forget
Hang on to His promises
He wants You to know
The same Man, the Great I am
The one who overcame death
Is living inside of You
So just hold tight, fix your eyes
On the one who holds your life
There's nothing He can't do
He's telling You
What hit me as I listen to this is that we are all "overcomers" or can be through Jesus. We can overcome the greatest obstacles with strength from God. I thought about Toby and how much he has over come. I think of myself as an overcomer - over coming despair, faithlessness, bitterness; I'm a fighter and I want to win this fight against the Spina Bifida that threatens to keep us down! Then, I thought about so many that I know who have lost loved ones to death. Have they overcome? Can we be overcomers in death? Don't miss this....
The answer is yes.
Because Jesus is the Great I am, and He overcame death when He died and rose again - even death can be overcome. It comes when any person puts their personal faith in Jesus - His death, burial, and resurrection - a surrender of our lives to Him and He comes to live inside of us. (see the last verse of Mandia's song). That even when death claims our life, we can still ovecome because to know Jesus is to have eternal life withHim in heaven. There is NOTHING He can't do because He has overcome even sin, hell and death.
"How do you eat an elephant?"
"One bite at a time!"
In many ways that is how we have to approach this journey of life - one step at a time, one day at a time walking in faith. We don't know the end result, we don't know the outcome, but we can walk through it by faith, holding the hand of the one who holds us!
In dealing with Toby's scoliosis or curvature of the spine, we have learned to take things one step at a time. Just when I think there's an end in sight, another curve ball is thrown our way. Scoliosis is very common in kids with Spina Bifida. When there's damage to nerves that also means nerve signals aren't being sent to the muscles, which makes them weak and atrophied. This is also true of the muscles around the spinal cord that keeps it straight.
About every 6 months, Toby meets with a team of doctors in something we call Myelo Clinic, which is short for Myelomeningocele clinic or the Spina Bifida clinic. This is a day where we see all the doctors, nurse practitioners and therapists related to the main conditions Spina Bifida causes. It's typically made up of neurosurgery, orthopedic surgery, urology, physical medicine, and a developmental pediatrician that specializes in kids with SB. We also see physical and occupational therapists, a neuropsychologist, and typically the main guy that does walking braces and another that does wheelchairs/adjustments is also there. It can be a VERY long day to say the least.
In March of 2010, Toby had an x-ray of his back at clinic, and it showed that his spine was beginning to curve. I can't remember exactly what he curve was, but it was slight - less than 20 degrees, I believe. By the fall, it had progressed to 41 degrees, and the doctors began to get concerned. I was concerned too because his little ribs on his right side began to stick out; I noticed it most when he was sitting independently on the floor or in his bed.
One of the main reasons kids' scoliosis can worsen so quickly is because of something called a tethered spinal cord. As soon as neurosurgery heard about Toby's scoliosis, we were scheduling appointments and MRI's to see if this was the case with Toby. Almost all kids with SB have a tethered spinal cord. This is where the lowest part of the cord is tethered or stuck to scar tissue from that initial back closure surgery as a newborn. It can require surgery to untether or release it from the surrounding scar tissue if a patient is having symptoms. Some of the main symptoms are pain, a change in a person's walking ability or gait, scoliosis, and a change in bladder or bowel function. Toby's main symptom was scoliosis. At first, Toby's neurosurgeon wanted to explore the function of Toby's shunt because all of that can be related. November 9th of 2010, Toby had an MRI under anesthesia that did show some issues with his shunt and so he had surgery.
Unfortunately, the catheter in the brain wasn't draining the excess cerebral spinal fluid well enough, and Toby wasn't acting right at all (see photo on right). The doctors ordered a quick MRI to check the ventricles in his brain to see how large they were. The very next day the nurse practitioner broke the news that he needed to go back into surgery to move the catheter.
After the shunt surgery, the doctors wanted to follow up with another MRI that next spring to see how things were going and if he would need his spinal cord released. In my opinion, there seems to be two major common surgeries in kids with Spina Bifida that are the most feared: spinal cord detethering and Chiari II decompression surgery. It's understandable, in both surgery is performed in very sensitive areas - the spine with all of the nerve fibers and the second is taking out skull bone to make room for the brain stem. After another MRI under anesthesia in March of 2011 and much discussion with the neurosurgeon, we decided to wait on the detethering surgery. Hindsight is always 20/20 and looking back I have often asked myself if I should have pushed more to have the surgery done. Did we make the decision to not untether because of fear? Would Toby have needed the rods in his back at such a young age? I honestly think the answer is "yes". We should have done that surgery then. I don't know if it would have stopped the need for rods, but I think it would have slowed down the progression of his scoliosis because his spine would have been free to grow with his body, but instead it was tethered and as he grew it curved. I certainly don't walk around in despair, but I also wish that maybe we wouldn't have feared that surgery so much and taken a different path.
At first, the orthopedic surgeon decided to try back bracing to slow down the scoliosis progression. As you can tell, Toby hated it. It also was the cause of his autonomic issues, where he would turn red on half his body (see last post).
After we figured out this back brace wasn't going to work. Next on the list was a night-time back-bending brace.
This "THING" as I'll call it was constantly causing issues, rubbing and redness. It sort of looks like a medieval torture device. We had to have it adjusted so many times I lost count. However, it did work for awhile.
Then, Toby began to get some pretty severe redness and chafing from the brace even with adjustments, and I knew something wasn't right. Last September at a routine Myelo Clinic appointment the bomb was dropped. Toby's scoliosis was past 50 degrees and it was time for VEPTR surgery. VEPTR stands for Vertical Expandable Prosthetic Titanium Rib. These are two titanium rods that are attached in two pieces if you will - from rib to rib and rib to hip. Every six months an extension or growth surgery has to be done to make them longer so they will grow with the child.
Before the rods could be placed, a spinal cord detethering needed to be done. The thinking behind this is when you straighten the back - if the cord is still attached in the lower part of the back, the scoliosis will worsen instead of getting better - especially with each extension surgery. When Toby had his done, he also had his shunt checked just in case. This was October 23, 2012.
Around three weeks later, on November 12th he had his first VEPTR insertion. Right before this surgery, he got really sick. It was the worst respiratory sickness he had had in a very long time. He was needing oxygen and more time on his ventilator. He had RSV. It was crazy, but they allowed him to go through surgery because he needed to have it so desperately. The anesthesiologist was one of the best NCH has. Toby has had him for several surgeries, and he reassured me that he would be okay -they would take good care of him.
Then, just a few weeks later our world came crashing down. We went to Michigan to visit family for Thanksgiving, and I noticed that there was some bleeding under his dressings from surgery. It didn't look good, but we waited it out through the weekend, and Monday morning headed in to see the orthopedic surgeon. The rods were causing a wound from the inside out and would need to be removed. So, on Nov. 28th he had his 3rd surgery in just over a month, and this time they also had to place a wound vacuum. He was also on three different antibiotics for six weeks because of infection. (WARNING - these photos are not for the squeamish)
The above photo is the progression of the healing of his wound. Now, you can't even really see the scar.
Unfortunately, things weren't over yet. Just a few weeks after this, I noticed Toby had a huge lump on his left shoulder. At first I thought his shoulder had popped out of place, and later realized that his rod had popped off his rib cage. We think the left side just had too much pressure on it because the right lower piece that goes from rib to hip had been removed. On December 11th, he had his fourth surgery in about 6 weeks - this time all the rods were taken out and the plan was to try again the next spring.
Those six months were pretty rough for Toby. His stomach, intestines, lungs, etc. were so compressed from his almost 70 degree curve at this point that nothing was functioning as it should. In early April 2013, Toby was admitted for borderline pneumonia. He wouldn't be able to have rod surgery if his lungs were collapsed. His digestive system also wasn't working properly, and even with nightly enemas, he was so constipated that everything was pushing up on his lungs. Finally, on April 23rd Toby had his VEPTR re-insertion surgery.
It's always amazing to me to see the progression from right after surgery to discharge date and then several weeks later. Then, just recently in late August we learned that the lower rods on his left side were indeed migrating through his hip bone, and he needed another unplanned surgery. On September 6th, he had his 5th related VEPTR surgery in a year (not counting the spinal cord detethering, port surgery in June, and cecostomy in July of 2013).
This is an x-ray photo of what the rods look like on the inside. It's amazing to me how straight his back is, and so far things are doing alright. We head back next week to see what the doctor thinks. Everyone is always asking how things are going, and the fact is the rods can break, pop off, or cause issues at any moment. Just because he is 6 weeks post-op or even 6 months doesn't mean he can't have issues. It's always a game of waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I hope you can see why I posted about THE Overcomer. Toby certainly has overcome so many obstacles in his life, and I know he will face many many more. What I really want to convey through this post today is that I can say with all certainty that God is holding us, just as the song says. I can truthfully attest that He is holding me through every one of these surgeries, recoveries, post-op appointments, and bad news. He has been the rock that I stand on, the light in the darkness, the mercy and grace that I need to face every challenge. He holds my life and my boy in His hands, and I know that His plans for us are better than anything I could come up with on my own and one day He will get the victory over all of this when I see Toby running in heaven.
Then, Toby began to get some pretty severe redness and chafing from the brace even with adjustments, and I knew something wasn't right. Last September at a routine Myelo Clinic appointment the bomb was dropped. Toby's scoliosis was past 50 degrees and it was time for VEPTR surgery. VEPTR stands for Vertical Expandable Prosthetic Titanium Rib. These are two titanium rods that are attached in two pieces if you will - from rib to rib and rib to hip. Every six months an extension or growth surgery has to be done to make them longer so they will grow with the child.
Before the rods could be placed, a spinal cord detethering needed to be done. The thinking behind this is when you straighten the back - if the cord is still attached in the lower part of the back, the scoliosis will worsen instead of getting better - especially with each extension surgery. When Toby had his done, he also had his shunt checked just in case. This was October 23, 2012.
Around three weeks later, on November 12th he had his first VEPTR insertion. Right before this surgery, he got really sick. It was the worst respiratory sickness he had had in a very long time. He was needing oxygen and more time on his ventilator. He had RSV. It was crazy, but they allowed him to go through surgery because he needed to have it so desperately. The anesthesiologist was one of the best NCH has. Toby has had him for several surgeries, and he reassured me that he would be okay -they would take good care of him.
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| Before and after - look how straight and tall he is. |
Then, just a few weeks later our world came crashing down. We went to Michigan to visit family for Thanksgiving, and I noticed that there was some bleeding under his dressings from surgery. It didn't look good, but we waited it out through the weekend, and Monday morning headed in to see the orthopedic surgeon. The rods were causing a wound from the inside out and would need to be removed. So, on Nov. 28th he had his 3rd surgery in just over a month, and this time they also had to place a wound vacuum. He was also on three different antibiotics for six weeks because of infection. (WARNING - these photos are not for the squeamish)
The above photo is the progression of the healing of his wound. Now, you can't even really see the scar.
Unfortunately, things weren't over yet. Just a few weeks after this, I noticed Toby had a huge lump on his left shoulder. At first I thought his shoulder had popped out of place, and later realized that his rod had popped off his rib cage. We think the left side just had too much pressure on it because the right lower piece that goes from rib to hip had been removed. On December 11th, he had his fourth surgery in about 6 weeks - this time all the rods were taken out and the plan was to try again the next spring.
Those six months were pretty rough for Toby. His stomach, intestines, lungs, etc. were so compressed from his almost 70 degree curve at this point that nothing was functioning as it should. In early April 2013, Toby was admitted for borderline pneumonia. He wouldn't be able to have rod surgery if his lungs were collapsed. His digestive system also wasn't working properly, and even with nightly enemas, he was so constipated that everything was pushing up on his lungs. Finally, on April 23rd Toby had his VEPTR re-insertion surgery.
It's always amazing to me to see the progression from right after surgery to discharge date and then several weeks later. Then, just recently in late August we learned that the lower rods on his left side were indeed migrating through his hip bone, and he needed another unplanned surgery. On September 6th, he had his 5th related VEPTR surgery in a year (not counting the spinal cord detethering, port surgery in June, and cecostomy in July of 2013).
This is an x-ray photo of what the rods look like on the inside. It's amazing to me how straight his back is, and so far things are doing alright. We head back next week to see what the doctor thinks. Everyone is always asking how things are going, and the fact is the rods can break, pop off, or cause issues at any moment. Just because he is 6 weeks post-op or even 6 months doesn't mean he can't have issues. It's always a game of waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I hope you can see why I posted about THE Overcomer. Toby certainly has overcome so many obstacles in his life, and I know he will face many many more. What I really want to convey through this post today is that I can say with all certainty that God is holding us, just as the song says. I can truthfully attest that He is holding me through every one of these surgeries, recoveries, post-op appointments, and bad news. He has been the rock that I stand on, the light in the darkness, the mercy and grace that I need to face every challenge. He holds my life and my boy in His hands, and I know that His plans for us are better than anything I could come up with on my own and one day He will get the victory over all of this when I see Toby running in heaven.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Every Step of the way...7 Days
I can't believe it's one more week until the race; again if you feel led to give to Nationwide Children's on behalf of Toby - you can click here. I also know we skipped a few days this past week, so this little series on Toby, may extend beyond race day. In my mind, that's okay, because Spina Bifida Awareness month goes all through October.
At the same time as Toby began to learn to talk, he was also weaning from his ventilator. It started as just 20-30 minutes at a time, and slowly moved to an hour, then two. I can remember the first few times we held him without the ventilator tubing hooked up - it felt like he was free for the very first time.
He finally has graduated to only needing the ventilator, when really sick or sleeping. This has been a great blessing because it gives him more freedom, but there are times I really wish we could be rid of the ventilator and the trach completely. We've had nursing care in our home since March of 2007 - that's 5 1/2 years of 8-9 hour day shifts and 8 hour night shifts. Sometimes, we really want our home back to ourselves. In the fall of 2011, he had a sleep study to see if he could make it through a night without vent. support. They tried for awhile, but his oxygen dropped into the 50% range, and he had times where he didn't breathe for 30 seconds.
His pulmonologist and the sleep study doctor continually remind me that he needs the good sleep at night to grow and get the energy he needs during the day. Even at the age of almost 7, and with his frequency of recent surgeries, he still needs a nap several afternoons a week. He's just so tired - it requires so much energy for him to be active and do "normal" kid things. He's actually due to have another sleep study in November because he hasn't had one in awhile. We'll see what happens.
In all this push for some normalcy for Toby, and I realize sometimes I push too hard, we have times we are reminded how medically fragile he is. In the fall of 2011, Toby was complaining of stomach pain while he was sitting on the potty for his bowel program. He also retched a few times, but can't vomit because he has a nissen fundoplication. Some doctors say technically he can vomit, but he never has since he had the surgery for it. When we went to put him to bed his heart rate was over 170 beats per minute, and his legs were jerking up. When Toby complains of pain, you know he's in pain because 1) he has a really high pain tolerance and 2) he has reduced feeling from his waist down because of paralysis from his Spina Bifida. That night we had the nurse watch him closely and held back his fluids. The next morning, he looked awful. He was pale, eyes were sunken, and his arms were really cold. He began to have an episode that we call the Harlequin sign. This wasn't the first time, but basically it's where you turn red on half your body and your autonomic system is going crazy.
A few minutes later he said, "Mom, I want to go to the hospital." When our day nurse arrived at 7:30 a.m. she realized he had no bowel sounds and his capillary refill was around 6 seconds - his right arm was turning purple...very purple. We called the squad, and they rushed him to NCH.
As the morning progressed Toby's right arm began to look more purple - in fact I remember thinking it looked dead. A few minutes later a nurse came in and I mentioned to her that I was really very worried about him - she walked out and in a matter of minutes they had moved him out of triage into Critical Care. Then, things got really sticky - they couldn't get temperature readings from the under-the-arm thermometers and his blood pressure readings were 80's/40's. They FINALLY got an IV in, took cultures, labs, and gave him fluids. Then they did the typical Limited MRI to check if his shunt was functioning and an x-ray series of his shunt tubing to see if it was disconnected anywhere down the line from his brain into his abdominal cavity. They realized looking at the x-rays of his stomach that there was a lot of air and stagnating liquid in his intestines, so they put in a consult to Pediatric Surgery, and ordered a belly CT scan with contrast.
Around 6:45 p.m. that evening, Toby ended up in surgery for a bowel obstruction. I remember the surgeon saying that she thought he may have scar tissue in his belly from prior stomach surgeries that could be adhering to his small intestines and twisting it off. If surgery lasted longer than 2 hours, we would know that he lost intestines and they would have to re-section them; less than that, then they were able to save everything. I sat in the surgery waiting room with Erika (Bruce was home with the kids) - waiting and waiting and waiting. While you are waiting a screen tells you by a code where your child is in surgery. After a few hours, I hadn't heard anything and began to get really nervous. I called up to the pulmonary floor where they already had a room waiting for us and they told me the PACU (Post Anesthesia Care Unit) nurses were looking for me, but couldn't find me. Usually, the surgeon will also come out afterwards and let you know how surgery went. A little while later his code disappeared from the screen. I ended up calling back up to the floor again begging someone to call down to the PACU and find out where he had gone. Finally, I learned they had taken him straight to the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit, and was doing okay. Finally, the surgeon came in briefly to talk to me, and I headed upstairs. It was a very long night, and unfortunately our nursing care that night was one of the worst we had experienced at NCH. As soon as I walked into the room, one nurse looked at me and said, "You need to go back downstairs and get a permanent parent badge." (I still had a temporary sticker on from being in the emergency department all day). Now, this was something I already knew about - in fact - I had just walked past security to get up to the floor. They had stopped me, but I asked if I could go up to see Toby because I was so frantic not knowing how he was. They were fine with me returning later that evening. Needless to say I was pretty furious and upset. On top of all of that, Toby was asking for a drink literally every 5 seconds because he was so dehydrated. The nurses were ignoring me and him - trying to figure out his pain pump. When I finally had a moment to go back downstairs to patient admitting to get my permanent parent badge, I called Bruce and sobbed.
He had an NG (nasal - gastric) feeding tube to help drain air from his belly and fluids, and they had replaced his normal small Mic-Key button for a larger tube - again to get all the air out of his intestines. In a nut shell, all of his bodily fluids had gone straight to his intestines, and he was bloated and dehydrated. It was heart breaking to hear him asking for something to drink - literally every five seconds. We were able to dip those pink spongy teeth cleaners in water and moisten his mouth. He couldn't have anything to eat or drink until they made sure his intestines were awake from surgery. Finally after a few days in the ICU - Toby began to feel better and he was released two days before Thanksgiving.
A few weeks ago, I had someone ask me what has been the greatest life lessons we've learned through our experiences with Toby. The biggest lesson has been dependence and trust in God. Second to that, though, is thankfulness. I have learned that in any circumstance we are in - there's ALWAYS to be thankful for, and honestly even in the darkest of moments it has changed my perspective. In this situation, I was so thankful for a nurse that knew to listen for bowel sounds, a great group of EMS guys that know Toby, and the fact that his surgery was done just in time - any later and he would have lost intestines. I often go back to this verse:
I Thessalonians 5:18 "In everything give thanks, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus."
It doesn't say to give thanks for what you are going through, but "IN" it - and it's God's will for us to give thanks. I will say it's an exercise of discipline to do this in any type of situation, but I guarantee every time, I've found a huge list of things to be thankful for, especially the comfort, grace, and mercy of my FATHER walking with us in this journey.
At the same time as Toby began to learn to talk, he was also weaning from his ventilator. It started as just 20-30 minutes at a time, and slowly moved to an hour, then two. I can remember the first few times we held him without the ventilator tubing hooked up - it felt like he was free for the very first time.
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| These are photos of my dad (top right) holding Toby for the first time off the ventilator. The other are of Toby playing airplane through the house. He loved to play that game. |
He finally has graduated to only needing the ventilator, when really sick or sleeping. This has been a great blessing because it gives him more freedom, but there are times I really wish we could be rid of the ventilator and the trach completely. We've had nursing care in our home since March of 2007 - that's 5 1/2 years of 8-9 hour day shifts and 8 hour night shifts. Sometimes, we really want our home back to ourselves. In the fall of 2011, he had a sleep study to see if he could make it through a night without vent. support. They tried for awhile, but his oxygen dropped into the 50% range, and he had times where he didn't breathe for 30 seconds.
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| As you can tell from these photos, he HATES sleep studies. It is not fun having all of those probes glued to your head. |
His pulmonologist and the sleep study doctor continually remind me that he needs the good sleep at night to grow and get the energy he needs during the day. Even at the age of almost 7, and with his frequency of recent surgeries, he still needs a nap several afternoons a week. He's just so tired - it requires so much energy for him to be active and do "normal" kid things. He's actually due to have another sleep study in November because he hasn't had one in awhile. We'll see what happens.
In all this push for some normalcy for Toby, and I realize sometimes I push too hard, we have times we are reminded how medically fragile he is. In the fall of 2011, Toby was complaining of stomach pain while he was sitting on the potty for his bowel program. He also retched a few times, but can't vomit because he has a nissen fundoplication. Some doctors say technically he can vomit, but he never has since he had the surgery for it. When we went to put him to bed his heart rate was over 170 beats per minute, and his legs were jerking up. When Toby complains of pain, you know he's in pain because 1) he has a really high pain tolerance and 2) he has reduced feeling from his waist down because of paralysis from his Spina Bifida. That night we had the nurse watch him closely and held back his fluids. The next morning, he looked awful. He was pale, eyes were sunken, and his arms were really cold. He began to have an episode that we call the Harlequin sign. This wasn't the first time, but basically it's where you turn red on half your body and your autonomic system is going crazy.
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| It's a little difficult to tell in these photos, but if you look closely you can see one arm of Toby's is bright red and the other half is normal color. This is the Harlequin sign - and happens when Toby's body is in distress. |
As the morning progressed Toby's right arm began to look more purple - in fact I remember thinking it looked dead. A few minutes later a nurse came in and I mentioned to her that I was really very worried about him - she walked out and in a matter of minutes they had moved him out of triage into Critical Care. Then, things got really sticky - they couldn't get temperature readings from the under-the-arm thermometers and his blood pressure readings were 80's/40's. They FINALLY got an IV in, took cultures, labs, and gave him fluids. Then they did the typical Limited MRI to check if his shunt was functioning and an x-ray series of his shunt tubing to see if it was disconnected anywhere down the line from his brain into his abdominal cavity. They realized looking at the x-rays of his stomach that there was a lot of air and stagnating liquid in his intestines, so they put in a consult to Pediatric Surgery, and ordered a belly CT scan with contrast.
Around 6:45 p.m. that evening, Toby ended up in surgery for a bowel obstruction. I remember the surgeon saying that she thought he may have scar tissue in his belly from prior stomach surgeries that could be adhering to his small intestines and twisting it off. If surgery lasted longer than 2 hours, we would know that he lost intestines and they would have to re-section them; less than that, then they were able to save everything. I sat in the surgery waiting room with Erika (Bruce was home with the kids) - waiting and waiting and waiting. While you are waiting a screen tells you by a code where your child is in surgery. After a few hours, I hadn't heard anything and began to get really nervous. I called up to the pulmonary floor where they already had a room waiting for us and they told me the PACU (Post Anesthesia Care Unit) nurses were looking for me, but couldn't find me. Usually, the surgeon will also come out afterwards and let you know how surgery went. A little while later his code disappeared from the screen. I ended up calling back up to the floor again begging someone to call down to the PACU and find out where he had gone. Finally, I learned they had taken him straight to the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit, and was doing okay. Finally, the surgeon came in briefly to talk to me, and I headed upstairs. It was a very long night, and unfortunately our nursing care that night was one of the worst we had experienced at NCH. As soon as I walked into the room, one nurse looked at me and said, "You need to go back downstairs and get a permanent parent badge." (I still had a temporary sticker on from being in the emergency department all day). Now, this was something I already knew about - in fact - I had just walked past security to get up to the floor. They had stopped me, but I asked if I could go up to see Toby because I was so frantic not knowing how he was. They were fine with me returning later that evening. Needless to say I was pretty furious and upset. On top of all of that, Toby was asking for a drink literally every 5 seconds because he was so dehydrated. The nurses were ignoring me and him - trying to figure out his pain pump. When I finally had a moment to go back downstairs to patient admitting to get my permanent parent badge, I called Bruce and sobbed.
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| Toby was miserable - poor baby... |
He had an NG (nasal - gastric) feeding tube to help drain air from his belly and fluids, and they had replaced his normal small Mic-Key button for a larger tube - again to get all the air out of his intestines. In a nut shell, all of his bodily fluids had gone straight to his intestines, and he was bloated and dehydrated. It was heart breaking to hear him asking for something to drink - literally every five seconds. We were able to dip those pink spongy teeth cleaners in water and moisten his mouth. He couldn't have anything to eat or drink until they made sure his intestines were awake from surgery. Finally after a few days in the ICU - Toby began to feel better and he was released two days before Thanksgiving.
A few weeks ago, I had someone ask me what has been the greatest life lessons we've learned through our experiences with Toby. The biggest lesson has been dependence and trust in God. Second to that, though, is thankfulness. I have learned that in any circumstance we are in - there's ALWAYS to be thankful for, and honestly even in the darkest of moments it has changed my perspective. In this situation, I was so thankful for a nurse that knew to listen for bowel sounds, a great group of EMS guys that know Toby, and the fact that his surgery was done just in time - any later and he would have lost intestines. I often go back to this verse:
I Thessalonians 5:18 "In everything give thanks, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus."
It doesn't say to give thanks for what you are going through, but "IN" it - and it's God's will for us to give thanks. I will say it's an exercise of discipline to do this in any type of situation, but I guarantee every time, I've found a huge list of things to be thankful for, especially the comfort, grace, and mercy of my FATHER walking with us in this journey.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Every Step of the Way...12 Days
This week my posts are not going to be as consistent because we have family visiting from out of town.
If I had to choose between Toby being healed enough to walk or talk, I would choose the latter any day. When any person gets a trach, they lose the ability to talk with their mouth. The trach bypasses the throat/vocal cords in breathing through the mouth and nose so the vocal cords aren't vibrating to produce sound. When I made that realization, it was pretty devastating. There were days when we had to rely on the ventilator alarms or pulse oximeter to let us know when he was upset because the high pressure alarm would go off or his heart rate would be so high from crying that alarm would go off. Watching your child cry with no sound coming out broke this mama's heart every time.
After Toby began to be able to hold his head up and sit up with some support, we began to teach him sign language. I just "happened" to come across the Signing Time DVD's at the library, and we were hooked. Rachel Coleman's personal story is one that many mothers of special kids can relate to - I personally connected with her not only because of her daughter Leah, who was born deaf, but also her daughter Lucy, who has Spina Bifida and Cerebral Palsy. The first video we watched was "My Favorite Things", and at the end of the video there's a song called "Shine". I remember sitting in front of the television with tears running down my face.
Sometimes I see you stuck
For such a long time
A daily nothing new
Pretend I don’t mind
With lists of things you’ll never do
Until somehow you do
And you do — you do — you shine
The days and months and years,
they run together
Is it just one day? Or is this forever?
You’ve taught me in your lifetime
More than I’d learned in mine
And you do, you do, you shine
Shine Shine Shine Shine Shine
Shine your light on me
Shine Shine Shine Shine Shine
everyone will see
Shine Shine Shine Shine Shine
I’m so glad you are mine
And you’ll shine in your own time
Well, maybe I’m too close to see you clearly
Or is it now my role to simply believe?
You’re just one of those mysteries
That may never be solved in time
But you do — you do — you shine
And Sammy will do what Sammy will do when Sammy is ready to do it
And Trevor will do what Trevor will do when Trevor is ready to do it
And Lucy will do what Lucy will do when Lucy is ready to do it
And they’ll do it in their own time
This song made me realize that Toby would "shine" in his own way and in his own time. He was going to pave his own path, and God's plan for Toby was just that - just for Toby. In some ways it took the pressure off. It didn't matter if he was developing as quickly as his siblings or meeting that list of requirements on the developmental milestone list you get from your pediatrician's office. Toby is uniquely "Toby" just as Conor, Garrett, and Caris are uniquely themselves, and God's plan for their lives is individual to each of them. I've also learned that for our family - our main goal is to SHINE the love of Christ to others - so they can know His hope, His love, His plan for their lives, and God was and is doing that through Toby.
So between 20-22 months of age, Toby began to make noise around his trach. He had a bit of an air leak, which means some air would go over his vocal cords, and he began to babble. We were constantly getting the camera out to take video, and as you can see her - this is what Toby thought of us trying to get him to talk!
Slowly, slowly we began to hear some words. He said "baby" and "mama" around 26-27 months - so he was well over two before he really began to "talk".
I remember the first time we had to tell him to "be quiet!" I never imagined that we would tell him that. I also want to take a moment to thank his speech therapist. He began working with Miss Jen when he was around 2 1/2 years old; I remember specifically asking our ENT Nurse Practitioner if there was a speech therapist that knew how to work with kids with trachs in teaching them how to talk. Enter: Miss Jen. She has been working with Toby for almost 5 years now, and he has come so far under her therapy. Another reason he's done so well is his ability to wear a passy-muir valve. This is a special device that can be used in ventilator tubing or directly on the trach. It forces the person to move that air up through their mouth and nose. When he used it in his ventilator tubing, he didn't do very well. The high pressure from ventilator breaths was too much for him to handle, but once he began to wean from the ventilator, he tolerated the valve really well.
Toby's Grandpa Holt loves to sing and play the piano. He would come over even and he and Toby would practice singing - even before Toby had the breath support to sing a full sentence. Now, Toby can sing an entire song, and has the breath support to do so. His one vocal cord still doesn't move exactly like it should, which causes his singing to be off key at times, but it doesn't matter. "Make a joyful noise unto the LORD!"
The first time we heard Toby sing "Jesus Loves Me" with Grandpa - there wasn't a dry eye in our house. Enjoy this video also (I wasn't able to put it in the blog - so here's the link to youtube).
If I had to choose between Toby being healed enough to walk or talk, I would choose the latter any day. When any person gets a trach, they lose the ability to talk with their mouth. The trach bypasses the throat/vocal cords in breathing through the mouth and nose so the vocal cords aren't vibrating to produce sound. When I made that realization, it was pretty devastating. There were days when we had to rely on the ventilator alarms or pulse oximeter to let us know when he was upset because the high pressure alarm would go off or his heart rate would be so high from crying that alarm would go off. Watching your child cry with no sound coming out broke this mama's heart every time.
After Toby began to be able to hold his head up and sit up with some support, we began to teach him sign language. I just "happened" to come across the Signing Time DVD's at the library, and we were hooked. Rachel Coleman's personal story is one that many mothers of special kids can relate to - I personally connected with her not only because of her daughter Leah, who was born deaf, but also her daughter Lucy, who has Spina Bifida and Cerebral Palsy. The first video we watched was "My Favorite Things", and at the end of the video there's a song called "Shine". I remember sitting in front of the television with tears running down my face.
Sometimes I see you stuck
For such a long time
A daily nothing new
Pretend I don’t mind
With lists of things you’ll never do
Until somehow you do
And you do — you do — you shine
The days and months and years,
they run together
Is it just one day? Or is this forever?
You’ve taught me in your lifetime
More than I’d learned in mine
And you do, you do, you shine
Shine Shine Shine Shine Shine
Shine your light on me
Shine Shine Shine Shine Shine
everyone will see
Shine Shine Shine Shine Shine
I’m so glad you are mine
And you’ll shine in your own time
Well, maybe I’m too close to see you clearly
Or is it now my role to simply believe?
You’re just one of those mysteries
That may never be solved in time
But you do — you do — you shine
And Sammy will do what Sammy will do when Sammy is ready to do it
And Trevor will do what Trevor will do when Trevor is ready to do it
And Lucy will do what Lucy will do when Lucy is ready to do it
And they’ll do it in their own time
This song made me realize that Toby would "shine" in his own way and in his own time. He was going to pave his own path, and God's plan for Toby was just that - just for Toby. In some ways it took the pressure off. It didn't matter if he was developing as quickly as his siblings or meeting that list of requirements on the developmental milestone list you get from your pediatrician's office. Toby is uniquely "Toby" just as Conor, Garrett, and Caris are uniquely themselves, and God's plan for their lives is individual to each of them. I've also learned that for our family - our main goal is to SHINE the love of Christ to others - so they can know His hope, His love, His plan for their lives, and God was and is doing that through Toby.
So between 20-22 months of age, Toby began to make noise around his trach. He had a bit of an air leak, which means some air would go over his vocal cords, and he began to babble. We were constantly getting the camera out to take video, and as you can see her - this is what Toby thought of us trying to get him to talk!
Slowly, slowly we began to hear some words. He said "baby" and "mama" around 26-27 months - so he was well over two before he really began to "talk".
I remember the first time we had to tell him to "be quiet!" I never imagined that we would tell him that. I also want to take a moment to thank his speech therapist. He began working with Miss Jen when he was around 2 1/2 years old; I remember specifically asking our ENT Nurse Practitioner if there was a speech therapist that knew how to work with kids with trachs in teaching them how to talk. Enter: Miss Jen. She has been working with Toby for almost 5 years now, and he has come so far under her therapy. Another reason he's done so well is his ability to wear a passy-muir valve. This is a special device that can be used in ventilator tubing or directly on the trach. It forces the person to move that air up through their mouth and nose. When he used it in his ventilator tubing, he didn't do very well. The high pressure from ventilator breaths was too much for him to handle, but once he began to wean from the ventilator, he tolerated the valve really well.
Toby's Grandpa Holt loves to sing and play the piano. He would come over even and he and Toby would practice singing - even before Toby had the breath support to sing a full sentence. Now, Toby can sing an entire song, and has the breath support to do so. His one vocal cord still doesn't move exactly like it should, which causes his singing to be off key at times, but it doesn't matter. "Make a joyful noise unto the LORD!"
The first time we heard Toby sing "Jesus Loves Me" with Grandpa - there wasn't a dry eye in our house. Enjoy this video also (I wasn't able to put it in the blog - so here's the link to youtube).
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Every Step of the Way...14 Days Until the Race
Some of you may be wondering if Toby will ever walk, so today will answer that question. Our hope and prayer from the very beginning was that Toby would learn to walk. A lot of his movement (rolling, sitting, crawling) was really delayed not just from the paralysis in his legs, but also from restriction of being connected to the ventilator tubing.
We began using these pedi-wraps to straighten his knees and give him stability in his legs. You can see here, he's hooked up to his ventilator, but still practicing his standing. After this we had to advocate very hard with the physical medicine doctor to write him a prescription for braces. It took several months to convince her to give Toby a chance, instead of deciding for him that he would never walk. His first set of braces were HKAFO's (Hip, Knee, Ankle, and Foot Orthotics).
Toby seemed to be making some progress, but he really has little knee or foot movement, so all of it comes from his hips. We realized pretty early on, that he would either need a really strong upper body to do a swing through gait or reciprocating gait by using his hip flexion to move one leg and then swing the other leg. He also has a significant leg length discrepancy where one leg is longer than the other, so he's also had to have his shoes adjusted.
Then, he outgrew his first set of braces, and we moved and switched therapists. This time they decided to try HKAFO braces where the knees were completely stiff and couldn't bend. It seems great in theory because it gave him so much stability, but they weren't practical at all. For instance, he can't ever wear them outside of therapy or in practice walking because the knees were always bent:
The process of getting casted for braces can appear medieval in some ways, but it's painless, and doesn't take very long!
Toby's also had a mobile stander that we purchased used to help him put weight on his legs. He loves it when we get him into it, but with these recent back surgeries, he hasn't had an opportunity to use it as much:
In the past year, with his severe scoliosis, and the titanium rods holding his spine in place, we are realizing that most likely Toby isn't ever going to walk independently (outside of therapy). I'm learning to accept that he's going to be a full time wheelchair user, but I have to be honest it's really a struggle. He's lost a lot of function even in being an independent mover - sitting up on his own, going from lying to sitting. The permanence of it has been very difficult to accept. We don't even know how many wheelchair sports he'll be able to play because one wrong move and those rods can break. I'm learning to truly take this one day at a time. We do not want to put Toby in a box, and an amazing invention or alternative treatment for scoliosis could come out next year that could change his life. He may decide at the age of 9, when he understands how his body functions that he wants to try walking again, and we'll let him. For now, I cling to the promise that God's plans/ways are not my own - and He has a perfect plan for Toby's life - even if that means he's in a wheelchair all the time.
We began using these pedi-wraps to straighten his knees and give him stability in his legs. You can see here, he's hooked up to his ventilator, but still practicing his standing. After this we had to advocate very hard with the physical medicine doctor to write him a prescription for braces. It took several months to convince her to give Toby a chance, instead of deciding for him that he would never walk. His first set of braces were HKAFO's (Hip, Knee, Ankle, and Foot Orthotics).
Toby seemed to be making some progress, but he really has little knee or foot movement, so all of it comes from his hips. We realized pretty early on, that he would either need a really strong upper body to do a swing through gait or reciprocating gait by using his hip flexion to move one leg and then swing the other leg. He also has a significant leg length discrepancy where one leg is longer than the other, so he's also had to have his shoes adjusted.
Then, he outgrew his first set of braces, and we moved and switched therapists. This time they decided to try HKAFO braces where the knees were completely stiff and couldn't bend. It seems great in theory because it gave him so much stability, but they weren't practical at all. For instance, he can't ever wear them outside of therapy or in practice walking because the knees were always bent:
The process of getting casted for braces can appear medieval in some ways, but it's painless, and doesn't take very long!
Toby's also had a mobile stander that we purchased used to help him put weight on his legs. He loves it when we get him into it, but with these recent back surgeries, he hasn't had an opportunity to use it as much:
In the past year, with his severe scoliosis, and the titanium rods holding his spine in place, we are realizing that most likely Toby isn't ever going to walk independently (outside of therapy). I'm learning to accept that he's going to be a full time wheelchair user, but I have to be honest it's really a struggle. He's lost a lot of function even in being an independent mover - sitting up on his own, going from lying to sitting. The permanence of it has been very difficult to accept. We don't even know how many wheelchair sports he'll be able to play because one wrong move and those rods can break. I'm learning to truly take this one day at a time. We do not want to put Toby in a box, and an amazing invention or alternative treatment for scoliosis could come out next year that could change his life. He may decide at the age of 9, when he understands how his body functions that he wants to try walking again, and we'll let him. For now, I cling to the promise that God's plans/ways are not my own - and He has a perfect plan for Toby's life - even if that means he's in a wheelchair all the time.
Friday, October 4, 2013
Every Step of the Way...16 Days Until the Race
Toby began to really grow and change; he was finally hitting some milestones, and he began to get ornery. A ventilator has auditory alarms, so if it becomes disconnected or has too much or not enough air pressure you will know it. I can't even remember how old he was, but he learned around 16 months or so how to cause too much air to come through his ventilator tubing to set the alarms off so we would come running and see what was the matter. He also would untie the ties that held his ventilator on to his trach so we would see what would happen.
Some of his favorite play things were his suction tubing, suction catheters, and ventilator tubing, etc. I love these above photos because he was sneaking into his suction bag to see how much he could unload out of it.
We also learned fairly early on that Toby had a really fun sense of humor. He would laugh a lot, and even now he says a lot of really witty things that just crack everyone up in the family.
In this picture, Toby hid his pacifier inside of his onesie, and you can tell by the middle photo that he thinks it's very funny.
At first when Toby came home from the hospital on a ventilator full time, I had little hope that he would ever be able to walk or handle a manual wheelchair. With all of that equipment - where in the world would you put it on a manual chair? Our first chair was an Otto Bock Kimba. It was a medical stroller that had a ventilator tray underneath; a place for the HUGE car battery we needed to give the ventilator power (before lithium ion batteries for ventilators), oxygen tank holder, etc. It was great, but it was very heavy. I do remember being so excited when we graduated from the double stroller - with Toby in back and ventilator in front to the Kimba.
Here's the Kimba; and oh my goodness those cheeks:
Around the age of 22 months we began to talk to Help Me Grow, who did therapy in our home through the county about a manual wheelchair. They worked it out with Columbus Medical to outfit a manual chair with a ventilator tray on the back. Some doctors, etc. had told us that it couldn't be done; but the guys there work (and are still) working miracles. Today, a new friend's son has this chair - it's actually been passed on to two kids we know in the area with Spina Bifida - both of them have trachs.
Now, that ventilator weighs about 17-18 pounds. It's heavy, so at first it took him awhile to be able to move that chair very well, but he did it. When Toby was a little over 3, and we had to give the chair back to Help Me Grow (they graduate out at the age of 3 and are then serviced through the counties' board of developmental disabilities); we began to look at other chairs for Toby. At the time, I will admit that I didn't do enough research, and just accepted what they told me insurance will cover. Toby was just coming off of his ventilator for short periods during the day time, so they did outfit this chair so it would also support a ventilator. We had to plan for the "what-ifs" at the time, and unfortunately it made the chair extremely heavy.
This is also the chair he has now, although it's been modified recently to make it lighter. We are hoping in a few years he can get an even lighter, sportier chair. Stay tuned, tomorrow we're going to share about walking and talking!
Some of his favorite play things were his suction tubing, suction catheters, and ventilator tubing, etc. I love these above photos because he was sneaking into his suction bag to see how much he could unload out of it.
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| His favorite play things! |
In this picture, Toby hid his pacifier inside of his onesie, and you can tell by the middle photo that he thinks it's very funny.
At first when Toby came home from the hospital on a ventilator full time, I had little hope that he would ever be able to walk or handle a manual wheelchair. With all of that equipment - where in the world would you put it on a manual chair? Our first chair was an Otto Bock Kimba. It was a medical stroller that had a ventilator tray underneath; a place for the HUGE car battery we needed to give the ventilator power (before lithium ion batteries for ventilators), oxygen tank holder, etc. It was great, but it was very heavy. I do remember being so excited when we graduated from the double stroller - with Toby in back and ventilator in front to the Kimba.
Here's the Kimba; and oh my goodness those cheeks:
Around the age of 22 months we began to talk to Help Me Grow, who did therapy in our home through the county about a manual wheelchair. They worked it out with Columbus Medical to outfit a manual chair with a ventilator tray on the back. Some doctors, etc. had told us that it couldn't be done; but the guys there work (and are still) working miracles. Today, a new friend's son has this chair - it's actually been passed on to two kids we know in the area with Spina Bifida - both of them have trachs.
Now, that ventilator weighs about 17-18 pounds. It's heavy, so at first it took him awhile to be able to move that chair very well, but he did it. When Toby was a little over 3, and we had to give the chair back to Help Me Grow (they graduate out at the age of 3 and are then serviced through the counties' board of developmental disabilities); we began to look at other chairs for Toby. At the time, I will admit that I didn't do enough research, and just accepted what they told me insurance will cover. Toby was just coming off of his ventilator for short periods during the day time, so they did outfit this chair so it would also support a ventilator. We had to plan for the "what-ifs" at the time, and unfortunately it made the chair extremely heavy.
This is also the chair he has now, although it's been modified recently to make it lighter. We are hoping in a few years he can get an even lighter, sportier chair. Stay tuned, tomorrow we're going to share about walking and talking!
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