quick update

Today there are definite signs that Wyatt has some other underlying illness that may be to blame for most if not all of this whole mess. He's been lethargic all day and hasn't been wanting to eat or drink anything. For a while he was even unable to sit up and support himself. The major red flag came when he didn't even move to get blood drawn. They drew just enough blood to recheck all his levels in comparison to yesterday's readings during the long seizure. When attempting to put an IV line in to give the Keppra, he reminded everyone of his breath holding episodes - twice - so those are officially on the EEG now to see if it correlates with the intermittent silent seizures. As the day progressed things went from bad to worse. His heart rate started dipping up and down periodically from the 130s to the 80s and with the cardiac risk factors in mind, that's something to take note of. What that also tells us though is that heart rate dips are one of the Wyatt's few reliable signs that he's sick with something more than just a cold. It could be the flu; it could be a pseudomonas flare up. The flu seems more likely since he has also been running a temperature of 99.3F. In Wyatt's world anything over 98F is cause for concern but 99F are major red flags waving. So priority number one to get his temperature back down with a Tylenol/ibuprofen regiment. To avoid another IV attempt or NG tube, we are also working on syringe feeding him 50-100ml of Pediasure every couple hours. His blood sugar was down to 69 early but we convinced the staff to let us try syringe feeding first before going the more invasive and breath holding risky route. That's my mommy trick to normally get him to take medication and I was able to also give him his first dose of Keppra mixed with the Pediasure. Fingers crossed this method keeps working through the night to keep him hydrated and get some calories into him. The second priority of course it to observe if or how the Keppra is able to manage the intermittent seizure activity. At this point there is no way of knowing when he'll come back around but knowing Wyatt's history, there tend to be 2-3 downhill days before he snaps back out of it.

doubts and suspicions

 

I want to write this while it’s still raw so forgive me if it comes out a bit scattered or even more opinionated than usual.

I woke up this morning convinced we were still looking at the same scenario as we have been for the last 2 years: Wyatt causes his breath holding episodes when he’s uncomfortable or frustrated and if he does it long enough, seizures can follow. Well, based on what we found out today that may only be partially true. All 5 previous EEGs done in the first 1 ½ years of his life showed no seizure activity before, during or after breath holding episodes. So in theory during that time frame our understanding of the cause of his episodes seems correct. However, after yesterday’s long seizure activity (possibly related to his bad cold), the current ongoing EEG showed 15 silent seizures, meaning only visible on the EEG without physical signs, lasting 15-30 seconds each. That then begs the question, what the hell happened between all his previous tests and now? As usual, we don’t have an answer for that and can only speculate. The priority right now is to start Wyatt on Keppra, an anti-seizure medication, and continue to monitor him on the EEG to see if the Keppra is alleviating the silent seizures. If so, it is recommended for him to be discharged with a daily maintenance dose, to closely monitor for side effects of the medication and developmental implications, and then to repeat the EEG in a few months. As if that isn’t complicated enough since such observations are highly subjective and mainly would fall on us at home, it doesn’t help that he has a cold which makes it harder to distinguish between the normal red flags verses weird cold symptoms for a ventilator dependent child. The Ativan given yesterday morning to stop the long seizure in the ER should have worn off by now and he hasn’t been given any other medication since then. However, he is very lethargic, more so than he would normally be if we were at home and he was fighting a cold. Yesterday’s blood work, as well as today’s didn’t show anything out of range to blame it on. Since he doesn’t run a fever, another lovely side effect of having an autonomic nervous system disorder, we can’t use that as a guide either. So in my head, it’s either related to the exhausting day yesterday and the intermittent seizure activity or, fingers crossed I’m wrong, pseudomonas has flared up again. Either way, he’s definitely not like himself, not even in a having a cold and feeling miserable kind of way. But let’s get back to the more puzzling concern. How come all 5 previous EEGs didn’t indicate anything and now we’re having a concert of events going on? The thoughts started to creep back into our heads of what went wrong in June after Wyatt’s surgery. I didn’t write about this then because I didn’t want to freak anyone out and quite frankly, I had a hard time finding nice enough words to use. Short summary, the hospital staff in the post-op area failed to hook Wyatt back up to his ventilator for over 30 minutes while he was recovering from anesthesia. For the ventilator-dependent child I think it goes without saying that we are lucky he survived. With that in mind though, how do we know what long term effect that could have on him? Given today’s dilemma, how do we know or even address the possibility that the sudden change in EEG results only two months after that hospital error may be related? As inexcusable as that hospital error was, I am not out to point fingers now. Given the lack of any other explanation though, it is something to consider. Then I ask, how can we now scientifically pinpoint when the changes in Wyatt’s brain occurred that caused seizure activity to begin, to either confirm or deny if the hospital error is the cause? Even more important is the question of how to bring up that conversation with the hospital staff without shutting doors since that is a potential legal liability and negligence battle?

As always, more questions than answers and even more worries and hurdles to overcome.

expect the unexpected

Today was supposed to be Wyatt’s long awaited electro physiologist appointment to finally get connected with someone who can better manage the cardiac risk factors associated with CCHS (Congenital Central Hypoventilation Syndrome). Well, as we were getting ready in the morning to head out the door, Wyatt, in true Wyatt fashion, decided he had other plans. Making his parents age by another ten years apparently was on the memo he forgot to send us. Mr. Crankypants gave a typical two year old response to something he didn’t like by throwing a tantrum, which in his case still means he held his breath until he turned blue and passed out. Sadly in our family that has become such a daily routine that we don’t even think twice about and so we went through the motions of cranking up the O2 and watching the volumes on his ventilator as he started to recover. As his skin turned pink again, he then started seizing. He’s done that occasionally when he managed to hold his breath just long enough, so it wasn’t anything too unusual. While he does his lovely breath holding spells anywhere from 1-15 times a day, seizures after the fact typically only occur maybe once a month and only last 2 minutes at the most. Well, expect the unexpected because when you throw in the factor of having a cold, things can turn ugly very fast. His seizure didn’t stop. To make matters worse, when he started his breath holding episode, he had a mouth full of food. Most of it I was able to get out right away but when he started seizing more food appeared in his mouth. Being at risk to now aspirate which would make a bad situation even worse, you just react out of instinct. With nothing handy right around me to hold his mouth open, I went for it and tried to get the last bit of food out when Wyatt happened to open up on his own. Unlucky for me, just like an alligator, as soon as he felt my finger in his mouth he clamped down hard. Thankfully, my finger is still intact with just some bruising, broken skin by the nail bed and what appears to be a cracked finger nail underneath. I screamed out of pain but at least the kid didn’t aspirate, I guess that was the priority, life over limp so to speak. 15minutes of seizure activity had already passed at that point and we had no choice but to load everyone in the car and head to the hospital. Calling the ambulance wasn’t really an option because we knew per protocol they’d have to take him off the vent during the ride and would take him to the nearest hospital where they are not equipped to handle the complexity of Wyatt’s care. With the Co2 Monitor, Pulse Oximeter and a cranked up O2 tank all hooked up, we jumped in the car. I have to mention here that our other three kids are absolutely amazing and went into full emergency mode without hesitation, helping load everything and everyone up as quickly as possible, and sadly, as if they had practiced it hundreds of times before in the last couple of years. Speeding limits were none existent driving to the hospital and not much explanation was needed to be escorted right into the trauma room at the ER. There’s just something about running in with a toddler on a vent and O2 tank that no one questions your urgency. Long story short, 1.5 hours of seizing were finally stopped after several attempts of getting a line into a stiff kid and then administering two doses of ativan which then knocked him out cold. After being moved upstairs to the PICU (Pediatric Intensive Care Unit) and a discussion with Neurology, we all came to the same conclusion that we will do yet another EEG (number 6 since birth) just to rule out an actual underlying seizure disorder by checking for residual signs and hoping to catch him during another breath holding episode sometime during the night once the Ativan wears off. However, we are all convinced that there is no seizure disorder but instead the prolonged lower levels of oxygenation during his breath holding episodes are in fact the reason for the occasional seizure activity afterward. The assumptions at this point is that today’s seizure was so intense because Wyatt has a cold and that combined with the long breath holding episode lowered his threshold for seizure activity. If this EEG confirms this hypothesis, then we will be discharged with a suppository seizure medication to be administered at home only in such instances as today. Overall, that is really the only “positive” outcome here because we have Ativan at home already for really bad days but it’s an oral medication that we cannot give him while in the middle of a seizure. A suppository would be the best option to stop a seizure and avoid another hospitalization.

In plain English what it comes down to is this. When Wyatt decides to throw a tantrum and hold his breath, turn blue and pass out, we always run the risk of today’s drama repeating itself. In other words, he’s causing his own downfall and there is nothing we can do to prevent it. I would love to say “oh poor baby, this genetic disorder is really hard on you” but what really came to my mind today was “you little shit”. Does CCHS suck? Yes, absolutely. Is it his fault or anyone else’s that he has to live with it? No, no one wishes for this, it simply is what it is. But the tantrum that started this mess today was over the simple fact that I told him he could not have another bite of food until he finished what was already in his mouth. Over that 2year olds frustration I almost got my finger tip bitten off to save his sorry ass and three other innocent kids have been traumatized once again. It was my middle finger, too. Wouldn’t that have been the icing on the freaking cake? I am so angry at him and the whole idea that no matter what genius parenting technique we come up with, it’s a no win situation. If we give in, he gets what he wants and only learns to manipulate people. If we apply tough love and let him know that he can’t always get what he wants when he wants it, then we have to do it with the thought that he might repeat today’s events completely intentional. That just simply sucks.

(And I swear if one more person at the hospital gives me the “He’s so cute.” line to try to make me feel better, I’m going to scream. There is nothing cute about a kid who has full control of everyone around him by threatening his own life if they don’t do as he demands.)

So, here's to my favorite song regarding Wyatt: Pink - True Love

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsmUOdmm02A

"Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say
Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face
There's no one quite like you
You push all my buttons down
I know life would suck without you

At the same time, I wanna hug you
I wanna wrap my hands around your neck
You're an asshole but I love you
And you make me so mad I ask myself
Why I'm still here, or where could I go
You're the only love I've ever known
But I hate you, I really hate you,
So much, I think it must be

True love, true love
It must be true love
Nothing else can break my heart like
True love, true love,
It must be true love
No one else can break my heart like you..."

how life changes once you have kids

When people ask how life changes once you have kids, it’s hard to come up with a good answer. No matter how detailed your explanation, the other person hasn’t experienced it yet. Therefore, it is impossible for them to truly understand.

Being 32 now with four kids ages 11, 8, 4 and 2, it’s strange looking back on how my life and my perspective on it changed over time. I am no longer trying to portray some image of myself like I did when I was single and trying to impress someone or trying to fit in. Life now is more of a “like it or leave it” approach and everything I do is in one sense or another connected to my kids needs. On the rare occasions that my husband and I get time to ourselves, we sometimes get on the topic of “What were we thinking?” No, not in the sense of what stupid things we did when we were young that we now regret, even though I realize you would probably like to read about that. No, simply on how even the best laid out life plan cannot prepare you for how you change as a person over time. Every experience, good or bad, changes you and usually you don’t realize it until much later. Who would I be if I didn’t have my first child when I was 20? What would I have done with my life if I went the traditional path of college, start a career, get married and then have kids? What would my career be? I know the “what if’s” are not practical as I cannot change the past, nor would I want to. But I do think there is value in asking these questions to learn something about yourself. So here is my retrospective view of my life so far:

In my early 20s I was out to conquer the world. I had something to proof, mainly to my parents. Nothing and no one was going to stop me and if someone told me it wasn’t possible, I’d be even more determined to prove them wrong. It was a very self-centered time during which I had no clue and no interest in what else was going on the world. Money was not an issue as long as I had food on the table, a roof over my head and clothes on my body and any job would be acceptable to ensure that much. Politics were just annoying. Protocols and expectations were meant to be followed only as much as needed but then challenged whenever possible. Having my first child in March of 2002 didn’t really change too much about my approach on life. In fact I was proud to say that I could juggle raising a child, working and going to college all at the same time. It was a challenge that I was eager to meet. When child number 2 came along in December of 2004, my goals didn’t change much at that point either but my speed of taking things on did. Life became more of a juggling act. Finding time to study became a multi-tasking job while changing diapers and throwing a meal together. Paying the bills didn’t get any easier either having to come up with daycare money for two kids. That increased financial pressure also made it harder to justify seeking a career that wouldn’t be a top paying job. But it was all I’ve ever done and luckily it was my passion, so somehow I was going to stick with it. What I didn’t realize at that time was that the struggle of putting food on the table for my family would change me in the long run. I can’t tell you how I survived of less than $15,000 a year with two kids while going to college. All I know is that I made it work and I learned to devalue materialistic things. That fear of living paycheck to paycheck again however will always be in the back of my mind. It scares me and pushes me to do more but it also holds me back from going after what I really want. I was no longer a risk taker who was out to challenge the world. From that time on I had to financially justify everything up front. It’s hard to explain to someone who has never been so dirt poor that they had to stop eating meals so they would have enough food to feed their kids. It’s a place you don’t want to be in. However, it’s also something that I am extremely proud of to have went through and come out of on my own. While my parents certainly wish they could have kept me from experiencing such hardship, I now view it as one of the best life lessons ever learned and it made me more resilient. Thankfully from that point forward life got a lot easier. In 2009, my husband and I were in a position for me to stay home with child number 3, born in April 2009, and start my own business on a part-time basis. While it wasn’t an option at that time, I wish I would have had that freedom with the older two kids when they were little. Having the ability to set my own schedule and avoid daycare altogether seemed like the perfect balance. Of course, in the moment we still got caught up with daily struggles and didn’t really appreciate that special time together as much as we should have. Giving in to the constant demands of three kids can still be overwhelming and suddenly made me want to send a thank you card to my own parents. But overall this structure to our life seemed to work best for everyone. With child number 4 on the way, the plan was to continue to do the same routine. I would stay home during the day with the kids and only work part-time on my husband’s days off. But then June 2011 came and our world would never be the same. If you’ve been reading my blog from the beginning, you already know what life has been like for us in the last two years. What I’m trying to get to here though is that child number 4 changes us forever. Having kids changes everyone. Kids bring back joy to the little things in life. They keep things honest and make you brutally aware of your own mistakes so you can become a better person. Having a medically complex child however only few people get to experience. All the things that we took for granted before were thrown in our faces and almost daily this incredibly unique child reminds us to get out of our rut and enjoy the smallest but most important things in life. I wouldn’t say, as some special needs parents do, that his diagnosis is a gift or a blessing. I strongly disagree with that because I wouldn’t wish this life on anyone. But I will say that without his diagnosis we wouldn’t have learned so much about ourselves and see the value in so many more things in life. Most people during their entire life never get to experience such personal growth in such depth as we have, and we are only in our early 30s. I am happy to say that child number 4 has brought me back to wanting to follow my dreams and to take life head on without worrying too much about the challenges ahead. I will never be able to get back to the worry free days of my early 20s and risks taken now are carefully calculated risks but I’m far from struggling to survive and closer to real happiness than ever before.

That’s how life changed for us when we had kids.