The MAGIC foundation asked me to write an article about Noah for their summer newsletter. You have to subscribe to be able to read the entire newsletter (all proceeds benefit the foundation and their wonderful cause). However, here is Noah's specific portion for all of my friends and family to enjoy :)
***(warning: no matter how many times I proof read the article before I sent it in, I did find a few grammar errors in the final article. Hate when that happens!)
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Monday, June 3, 2013
hoS(PIT)heLl
Dear whomever runs all things medical in this universe,
Enough is enough! Yep...I said it....we are done! I would like to go into details about all the hospital chairs we have sat in and all the aquatic cartoon animal wall murals we have stared at with either exhausted, teary, or blank eyes but honestly...I lost count. I guess I could flip through the three inch stack of medical history forms from these past two months but just the fact that I actually have this stack makes me want to "Lash Out Irrationally"~Tim Allen's The Santa Claus
Noah just can't catch a break (as I knock on wood praying he actually doesn't break something now). Seriously though, it started with his inability to stay hydrated/nourished which sent us on a few trips to the ER for fluids. Then he got a cold/flu bug. Then he broke three molars at once which again caused total refusal to eat/drink and back to the ER we were sent directly from his peds office. Then his adenoid/frenulumectomy surgery and then another ER visit for fluids and then an Ng-tube placement and then a G-tube surgery and now of all things a bowel obstruction, yeast infection around his stoma site, and some type of other infection they couldn't find in all FIVE trips down to radiology and ultrasound departments.
After every visit the nurses always hand us his plastic name tag that sits inside a blue plastic wrist strap. "Would you like to keep this for his scrapbook?" they always ask. "Um, no thank you" is always our reply as we hastily toss it directly into the trash container. When he was born we kept this little tag as a cute reminder of our quick trip in the hospital to welcome him into this world. Now the only thing these name tags remind us of are pain and suffering our son is enduring and how its kind of like he has a credit card directly attached to his ankle. Each time they administer any form of medication or procedure they have to scan the bar code on his tag to "charge" his file to make sure we pay for every little cotton ball and syringe full of Tylenol. It honestly does get a bit annoying.
I figured out this time though when Noah kept kicking his tag off that they could actually keep this hard sharp edged ankle torture device off my son and instead put a sticker on his thigh and cover it with a piece of bandage tape (Tegaderm). SOOOO much better let me tell ya. We of course still have to keep the plastic one close by so they didn't miss each and every opportunity of scanning its bar code but at least Noah was a bit more comfortable keeping it off of him.
The first overnighter I had packed two bags full of extra clothes, toys, comfort items (for both Noah and myself), light snacks, and 'survival pieces' I have learned to never go without when sleeping in a hospital. When I got home after that first visit I removed all the perishables but never actually had a chance to unpack all the items because we were soon heading back to the hospital for yet another all night stay. For TWO months now I have not been able to unpack these bags. I started to wonder if maybe that was the reason we keep getting sent back. As if a cruel joke was being played on us and we were setting ourselves up for the inevitable. This last Saturday evening and literally the second my husband and I stepped foot back into our home after our latest hospital stay I blurted out in one sentence "illgowashNoahand gethimreadyforbedyouworkongettingeverylastitemoutofthosebagsbeforeyoudoanythingelse." Lets hope this does the trick and we will not be seeing anymore hospital walls for the rest of the year...or even better....our lives :) A girl can dream :)
We have learned a great deal about hospital stays that I would like to share for those who ever find themselves having to stay multiple days in the hospital.
1. Buddy up to each and every single nurse/staff member and be EXTRA nice. You can call it brown nosing but I like to think of it as insurance that you and your child will get treated as somewhat VIP's.
2. FOR YOU: Pack a hoodie, eye mask, ONE earplug, your own pillow (an extra one you dont care about washing all the time), slip on shoes, socks, comfortable pants, an extra comfortable shirt, electrical device chargers, toothbrush, face wipes, chapstick, lotion, and light snacks. For you woman...don't forget to throw in some spare "monthly" items as well cause more than once the stress of it all has put me in an unlucky situation. It would be wise to pack some pain meds and stomach meds for you as well if you suffer from a weak stomach or tend to get headaches from constant beeping sounds, overhead lighting, or lack of sleep (cause you won't be getting much).
3.FOR YOUR CHILD: favorite toys and blankets that can be washed, favorite movie or music, favorite binkie or chew toy (many of them) two comfortable outfits that can be easily put on and off. Pack some food just in case and if they are tube fed pack all the emergency kit stuff as well as the special type of formula they are on (cause chances are the hospital will not carry it). Dont waste your time packing diapers or wipes unless your child is sensitive to other wipes then make sure to pack like two whole packages of them with you cause you will go through these for everything. You will not be allowed to use your own medication so save time and do not pack these. However, it is wise to type up a list of medications they are on and have that with you at all times including doses and intervals. Include all the vitamins and otc medications as well.
4.Hospital food is not good on the stomach no matter how "good" others might say a particular hospital cafeteria might be. The stress, lack of sleep, and greese/carb overload that is in every single item will eventually catch up to you. If someone calls and asks if they can bring you anything always say "Yes, if you don't mind I would love some food." Choose healthy options even if you dont normally eat all that healthy. I promise it will make the stay much more comfortable. Also, drink tons of water (which the staff will always be able to get you).
5. Just because you are staying in a hospital does not mean that you can turn your "parenting skills" off. Nurses are assigned to your child but it will be up to you to make sure your child is comfortable, not stuck alone, entertained, clean and dry, and safe. Depending on the cause for the stay the nursing staff will normally come in every few hours to check vitals or administer medication but otherwise it will be up to you to track them down for everything else.
6. If you need something always ask and do not be afraid to ask. Warm heated blankets for yourself or child, extra pillows, water, some places even provide juice, soda, slushies, ice cream, babyfood, crackers, cookies, and granola bars. Always ask.
7. White Noise is my saving grace. Of all the hospitals I have stayed at with Noah each and every one of them has a tv set up in the room. There is normally a "white noise" channel that has a black screen but a constant rhythmic tone flowing through it. At first it might sound a bit annoying but for an all night stay this sound will drown out other patients, night staff chatter, hallway vacuums, pump machine hums, and outside noise (if you are lucky enough to get a room with a window). I don't think I could ever sleep if it weren't for this white noise channel.
8. You can turn off lights at any time. If a light is bothering you or your child turn it off. Don't be afraid to. If the staff needs a light they will turn it on when they have to. This also means the computer screen that is in the room. If the light on the computer is bothering you just push the button to turn it off. I promise the staff will not mind (or at least they never have once i finally go the guts to shut everything off).
9. If you are in a room with a window but no curtain ask for one or ask for them to pin up a blanket to block out the street light. If your room has a track around the door but no privacy curtain hung up then ask them to call maintenance to put one up. The track is there for a reason and you should be able to get one with no problem.
10. Shift Changes: This is the hardest part of staying in a hospital in my opinion. Most staff works 12 hours shifts that I have come across. Nurses usually work from 7 to 7 and the tech staff usually works from 6-6 (just examples). If you get administered at the beginning of the shift you can feel like they become your friends by the end of it...and then they vanish! Just like that. On the rare occasion you will get a goodbye but most of the time you will just get a new "hello" from the new shift and feel like you have to start the whole process over. It really does feel this way. Start a new "relationship." Make sure they know your child's specific needs and routine. ALWAYS ask a ton of question with each staff change so that you both are on the same page. You can have an amazing nurse and then get switched to a new nurse that got in a fight with their spouse the night before and comes in all groggy and edgy. Nurses are people too and just like you or I they have their good and bad days too. If you are planning on getting discharged and it is coming to the end of the shift then plan on staying for at least another few hours because you will more than likely be parked until the new staff gets up to date on your plan of action and they finish their initial rounds. I have found that when you are woken up at 6-7am with the new shift change a doctor usually comes by and I always ask them if/when we will be discharged and then with each and every staff member that comes in after that I remind them of this time to keep them on track so that we dont end up getting discharged at midnight again (this has happened).
***bonus: If your child had any lab draws the nursing staff should be able to pull these up if you have not been able to speak to a doctor in over 24 hours. If you need to speak to a doctor then just ask...but be prepared cause you will receive a bill in the mail for every single doctor who steps food through your door (even if only to introduce themselves because they are covering another doctor while they went to lunch). Yep...we got a bill once for a $200 "hello". Nothing you can do about it either.
Needless to say we are thoroughly finished and exhausted with hospital stays and visits. If you are a praying person then please pray that our Noah will have a better rest of the year and that the only bag he will be packing is one to go on a much needed vacation :)
Enough is enough! Yep...I said it....we are done! I would like to go into details about all the hospital chairs we have sat in and all the aquatic cartoon animal wall murals we have stared at with either exhausted, teary, or blank eyes but honestly...I lost count. I guess I could flip through the three inch stack of medical history forms from these past two months but just the fact that I actually have this stack makes me want to "Lash Out Irrationally"~Tim Allen's The Santa Claus
Noah just can't catch a break (as I knock on wood praying he actually doesn't break something now). Seriously though, it started with his inability to stay hydrated/nourished which sent us on a few trips to the ER for fluids. Then he got a cold/flu bug. Then he broke three molars at once which again caused total refusal to eat/drink and back to the ER we were sent directly from his peds office. Then his adenoid/frenulumectomy surgery and then another ER visit for fluids and then an Ng-tube placement and then a G-tube surgery and now of all things a bowel obstruction, yeast infection around his stoma site, and some type of other infection they couldn't find in all FIVE trips down to radiology and ultrasound departments.
After every visit the nurses always hand us his plastic name tag that sits inside a blue plastic wrist strap. "Would you like to keep this for his scrapbook?" they always ask. "Um, no thank you" is always our reply as we hastily toss it directly into the trash container. When he was born we kept this little tag as a cute reminder of our quick trip in the hospital to welcome him into this world. Now the only thing these name tags remind us of are pain and suffering our son is enduring and how its kind of like he has a credit card directly attached to his ankle. Each time they administer any form of medication or procedure they have to scan the bar code on his tag to "charge" his file to make sure we pay for every little cotton ball and syringe full of Tylenol. It honestly does get a bit annoying.
I figured out this time though when Noah kept kicking his tag off that they could actually keep this hard sharp edged ankle torture device off my son and instead put a sticker on his thigh and cover it with a piece of bandage tape (Tegaderm). SOOOO much better let me tell ya. We of course still have to keep the plastic one close by so they didn't miss each and every opportunity of scanning its bar code but at least Noah was a bit more comfortable keeping it off of him.
The first overnighter I had packed two bags full of extra clothes, toys, comfort items (for both Noah and myself), light snacks, and 'survival pieces' I have learned to never go without when sleeping in a hospital. When I got home after that first visit I removed all the perishables but never actually had a chance to unpack all the items because we were soon heading back to the hospital for yet another all night stay. For TWO months now I have not been able to unpack these bags. I started to wonder if maybe that was the reason we keep getting sent back. As if a cruel joke was being played on us and we were setting ourselves up for the inevitable. This last Saturday evening and literally the second my husband and I stepped foot back into our home after our latest hospital stay I blurted out in one sentence "illgowashNoahand gethimreadyforbedyouworkongettingeverylastitemoutofthosebagsbeforeyoudoanythingelse." Lets hope this does the trick and we will not be seeing anymore hospital walls for the rest of the year...or even better....our lives :) A girl can dream :)
We have learned a great deal about hospital stays that I would like to share for those who ever find themselves having to stay multiple days in the hospital.
1. Buddy up to each and every single nurse/staff member and be EXTRA nice. You can call it brown nosing but I like to think of it as insurance that you and your child will get treated as somewhat VIP's.
2. FOR YOU: Pack a hoodie, eye mask, ONE earplug, your own pillow (an extra one you dont care about washing all the time), slip on shoes, socks, comfortable pants, an extra comfortable shirt, electrical device chargers, toothbrush, face wipes, chapstick, lotion, and light snacks. For you woman...don't forget to throw in some spare "monthly" items as well cause more than once the stress of it all has put me in an unlucky situation. It would be wise to pack some pain meds and stomach meds for you as well if you suffer from a weak stomach or tend to get headaches from constant beeping sounds, overhead lighting, or lack of sleep (cause you won't be getting much).
3.FOR YOUR CHILD: favorite toys and blankets that can be washed, favorite movie or music, favorite binkie or chew toy (many of them) two comfortable outfits that can be easily put on and off. Pack some food just in case and if they are tube fed pack all the emergency kit stuff as well as the special type of formula they are on (cause chances are the hospital will not carry it). Dont waste your time packing diapers or wipes unless your child is sensitive to other wipes then make sure to pack like two whole packages of them with you cause you will go through these for everything. You will not be allowed to use your own medication so save time and do not pack these. However, it is wise to type up a list of medications they are on and have that with you at all times including doses and intervals. Include all the vitamins and otc medications as well.
4.Hospital food is not good on the stomach no matter how "good" others might say a particular hospital cafeteria might be. The stress, lack of sleep, and greese/carb overload that is in every single item will eventually catch up to you. If someone calls and asks if they can bring you anything always say "Yes, if you don't mind I would love some food." Choose healthy options even if you dont normally eat all that healthy. I promise it will make the stay much more comfortable. Also, drink tons of water (which the staff will always be able to get you).
5. Just because you are staying in a hospital does not mean that you can turn your "parenting skills" off. Nurses are assigned to your child but it will be up to you to make sure your child is comfortable, not stuck alone, entertained, clean and dry, and safe. Depending on the cause for the stay the nursing staff will normally come in every few hours to check vitals or administer medication but otherwise it will be up to you to track them down for everything else.
6. If you need something always ask and do not be afraid to ask. Warm heated blankets for yourself or child, extra pillows, water, some places even provide juice, soda, slushies, ice cream, babyfood, crackers, cookies, and granola bars. Always ask.
7. White Noise is my saving grace. Of all the hospitals I have stayed at with Noah each and every one of them has a tv set up in the room. There is normally a "white noise" channel that has a black screen but a constant rhythmic tone flowing through it. At first it might sound a bit annoying but for an all night stay this sound will drown out other patients, night staff chatter, hallway vacuums, pump machine hums, and outside noise (if you are lucky enough to get a room with a window). I don't think I could ever sleep if it weren't for this white noise channel.
8. You can turn off lights at any time. If a light is bothering you or your child turn it off. Don't be afraid to. If the staff needs a light they will turn it on when they have to. This also means the computer screen that is in the room. If the light on the computer is bothering you just push the button to turn it off. I promise the staff will not mind (or at least they never have once i finally go the guts to shut everything off).
9. If you are in a room with a window but no curtain ask for one or ask for them to pin up a blanket to block out the street light. If your room has a track around the door but no privacy curtain hung up then ask them to call maintenance to put one up. The track is there for a reason and you should be able to get one with no problem.
10. Shift Changes: This is the hardest part of staying in a hospital in my opinion. Most staff works 12 hours shifts that I have come across. Nurses usually work from 7 to 7 and the tech staff usually works from 6-6 (just examples). If you get administered at the beginning of the shift you can feel like they become your friends by the end of it...and then they vanish! Just like that. On the rare occasion you will get a goodbye but most of the time you will just get a new "hello" from the new shift and feel like you have to start the whole process over. It really does feel this way. Start a new "relationship." Make sure they know your child's specific needs and routine. ALWAYS ask a ton of question with each staff change so that you both are on the same page. You can have an amazing nurse and then get switched to a new nurse that got in a fight with their spouse the night before and comes in all groggy and edgy. Nurses are people too and just like you or I they have their good and bad days too. If you are planning on getting discharged and it is coming to the end of the shift then plan on staying for at least another few hours because you will more than likely be parked until the new staff gets up to date on your plan of action and they finish their initial rounds. I have found that when you are woken up at 6-7am with the new shift change a doctor usually comes by and I always ask them if/when we will be discharged and then with each and every staff member that comes in after that I remind them of this time to keep them on track so that we dont end up getting discharged at midnight again (this has happened).
***bonus: If your child had any lab draws the nursing staff should be able to pull these up if you have not been able to speak to a doctor in over 24 hours. If you need to speak to a doctor then just ask...but be prepared cause you will receive a bill in the mail for every single doctor who steps food through your door (even if only to introduce themselves because they are covering another doctor while they went to lunch). Yep...we got a bill once for a $200 "hello". Nothing you can do about it either.
Needless to say we are thoroughly finished and exhausted with hospital stays and visits. If you are a praying person then please pray that our Noah will have a better rest of the year and that the only bag he will be packing is one to go on a much needed vacation :)
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| Ankle torture device...heading in for adenoid surgery. Had we known it would lead us to another month of hell we would have cancelled it for sure. |
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| After his G tube got surgically placed...obviously he was not a fan and wanted to express his discomfort. |
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| Sometimes you have those moments when cuddly friends make everything better. |
Friday, May 17, 2013
Adenoidectomy+Frenectomy = (G-tube minus Ng-Tube)
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| Adorable as ever noogie and all |
On 4/30/13 Noah went into his first surgery. Surprisingly this was his first actual
surgery even though he has been in hospitals and doctor offices every single
month since he was born. Before this
surgery Noah had been sedated twice in the past for his two prior MRIs. This time however he was actually given
anesthesia. I was unsure how he would
react to this and the surgery. I had
anxiety for weeks leading up this surgery and exactly one week later I am still
full of anxiety and fear.
A few months ago I had gone ahead and scheduled an
appointment on my own with an ENT (Ear Nose Throat doc) for Noah. Nobody including his special needs
pediatrician had ever mentioned Noah be seen by such a doctor. I however knew he needed to. Since birth he snored and snorted and always
sounded like he had shallow breathing even though every oxygen monitor he had
ever been hooked up to (12+) had always shown really good levels
(thankfully). As I have mentioned
endlessly Noah to date still in unable to drink liquids while he is awake and I
have always felt like there was/is an underlying reason to think about in
addition to his oral aversions and sensory issues. He always accepted liquid in his mouth using
many forms of cups ect however he just could never actually swallow it without
acting like he was drowning or in pain.
One day I caught a bit of a cold myself and my nose was
completely stuffed and I was trying to drink my morning coffee when I realized
that it was incredibly hard to swallow and breathe at the same time. It dawned on me that this might be what Noah
is also feeling.
The ENT gave Noah an exam and didn’t see much but Noah
started to snort and so he sent us for a throat x-ray. The x-ray showed that Noah’s larynx and his
adenoids were vibrating off each other because of his low tone in his neck and
throat. All this vibration caused his
adenoids to swell very large and were blocking his airway. His tonsils looked normal and of good size so
the ENT decided it best to remove Noah’s adenoids only at this time to open up
his airways and hopefully in time he would be able to drink feeling safe
someday.
Then, during his most recent session at Now I Can, one of
the amazing therapists was watching me give Noah a bottle while he was
asleep. She was very intrigued and
noticed that all of the muscles that would be needed to get one to swallow were
working normally. Then the next day I
tried to give him a bottle while he was awake and she noticed that he was
unable to wrap his upper lip around the bottle nipple.
In all the exams from every single doctor and therapist Noah
has seen not a single one of them noticed that Noah had a very prominent upper
lip tie. I remember once when he was
first getting his upper two teeth I noticed how large and tight this frenulum
seemed and showed it to his general pediatrician who said it was normal. When I was 11 years old and going through the
braces stage I too had to have my upper frenulum clipped so that my upper teeth
would be able to move together and reduce the pencil width gap I then
sported. I put in a call to the ENT and asked if it would be possible
to clip this upper lip tie at the same time he was already under anesthesia for
his adenoidectomy. He agreed and an
extra ten minutes was added onto his surgery time.
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| Ninja jammies!!! |
The morning of his surgery we were to arrive at 6am for
check in. This was a very early start as
I had to wake up around 4:30 to be able to get us both ready and to the
hospital in time. I was the first to
arrive and check in but within literally 15 minutes the entire room was full of
families and small children still in their jammies not knowing they were all
going to be knocked out and have something removed in a couple hours. I felt bad for every child that hour.
After Noah got weighed and dressed in this adorable little
hospital jammies, which made him look like a karate kid, we were then escorted
to the surgery waiting room. I was alone
at this point as my husband had to work and I had told my parents to come up
once he was taken back for surgery.
Thankfully, my sister-n-laws (Noah’s care taker during the day) neighbor
works at this hospital and had come in especially for Noah. This made me feel so special and helped
tremendously with my anxiety and fear.
She walked me though all that was going to happen and took him back for
the surgery herself. While waiting in
the surgery waiting room with my parents she not only called me once but twice
within the 35 minutes surgery to give me updates. I felt like a VIP and was very thankful for
her guidance and help. The surgery
really did only take 35 minutes and that was from knock out time to post
op. I was then called back to see my
poor baby in this dazed and screaming post op state from the surgery and
anesthesia. I felt so bad and then I saw
the blood stains on the sheets and felt even worse for my little man. I could tell his was in so much pain and so
confused.
Our “hospital angel” then led us to the 23 hour overnight
observation area where we had to stay because they wanted to keep an extra
special eye on Noah since he has neurological issues. This was a total blessing in disguise because
there is no way I could have handled Noah at home that first night without an
entire team of nurses and aides there to help us. His lip looked like he had just received a
collagen injection from the frenulum removal and his entire face was just
puffy.
Noah did NOT have a very good recovery. He was so uncomfortable and out of it that he
just screamed and screamed and screamed.
I felt bad for the other kids recovering and having to wake up to blood
curdling screams. Thankfully our Angel
as well as my parents were there to help me “try” to calm him down. They kept him hooked to an IV in his foot and
were able to give him some stronger pain meds that finally helped calm him down
and fall asleep.
The funny part of this entire adventure/horror story is that
Noah has always hated being on his stomach.
Tummy time in our house started in infancy as torture time and then
later on turned into “I’m just going to lay here in protest and not do anything
other than sleep or cry or chew my thumb.”
However, literally the second out of surgery he was flipping wildly from
back to stomach and since then this seems to be his preferred position. All this tummy time has really encouraged him
to put weight on his arms and the one good thing that has happened through all
of this is that Noah is now able to sit in his floor bouncer without the huggabebe pillow and can actually balance himself.
The first night was rough…really rough. Up every 20 minutes and almost a total
refusal to eat or drink which is to be expected. It literally took me 23 hours to get in
enough food and fluid to allow us to leave the hospital and go home instead of
staying another night. In retrospect, I
kind of wish we did spend one additional night there. As soon as I got Noah home, and after two
bags of IV fluids and three doses of loratab, Noah was happy and cooing and
hungry. He ate an almost 300 calorie
meal which never ever happens. Then out of pure exhaustion both he and I took a
long nap on my bed where I slept too long and didn’t wake up before he did to
feed him his “sleep bottle”. As soon as
he woke up everything started to go downhill.
He was thirsty but awake and couldn’t drink anything. He was hungry but overly hungry and wouldn’t
eat anything. He started to cry and
scream and so his throat started to get sore and raspy. He kept banging his face into the floor or
mattress and kept hitting his upper lip which would cause more pain. Every time we tried to sit him up or lay him
on his back he would cry harder like we were poking him with needles or
something. This lasted for two entire
days and nights and both my husband and I were just spent.
I had taken the day of the surgery as well as the following
day off work to be with Noah and my husband took the next day off work to be
with him. We took turns trying to allow
each other to rest when we could but still….we were plain exhausted. On Friday, the next day, we took Noah to his
care givers house but that was not a very good day either. His food intake was going up but his liquid
intake was dwindling further and further.
Feeding Noah while he sleeps is impossible unless he is
sound asleep on his back so that we can position and feed him correctly so that
he does not aspirate. Since he refuses
to sleep on his back since surgery we have had to try and turn him over
covertly and pray he doesn’t wake up.
Prayers were not answered and he has woke up more times than not which
means no bottle…less fluid…and approaching a dehydrated state again.
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| heading out with battle wounds and arm braces |
Fast forward a few days: Totally dehydration now: Made a call into his doctor who rushed us to
the Rapid Treatment Unit at Primary Children’s Hospital for what we like to
call “The Noogie” insertion. When Noah
was just 3 months old he got his first nose feeding tube aka Ng-tube aka
Noogie. We hated it so badly that we
spend every moment weaning him off the stupid thing. We have spent literally 13 months trying to
keep the stupid noogie away. Like a bad
nightmare it was now back in our lives to taunt and torture our whole
family. We had to endure another
overnight stay and I got to watch Noah puke and puke and puke because the first
day of having a noogie is like gagging on a funny straw that has been shoved
down your throat. It was another night
of no sleep and watching Noah try to adapt to another oral issue. Keeping in mind he was only one week post op
from his last surgery. Poor dude.
We have now had the Noogie in our home for exactly 8
days. We have found it to be a love hate
relationship. We hate knowing that Noah
hates it. We hate that it has made him
not eat a single thing by mouth since it was put in. We hate that it gets caught on
everything. We hate having to keep Noahs
arm in a brace to prevent him for yanking it out (which he tries
constantly). We have the process of it
all and the care and management of the adhesives and syringes. However, this is probably the first week
since we weaned off his last noogie where Noah has been well hydrated and we
have seen an increase in energy in him that we just love. We no longer have to struggle to feed him
bottles when he is asleep and can actually let him, as well as us, sleep
uninterrupted. We have been able to get
all medication in him which is nice.
Plus, eat time we do try to feed him orally it is more for practice and
not an anxiety stricken task to force calories into our son. Like I said love/hate.
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| AMT mini-One |
Monday morning we have yet another 1-2 day stay scheduled in
the hospital when Noah will be getting a permanent G-tube placed into his
stomach. We have chosen to go with an
AMT mini-one button with a 14 french size tube.
We will be using both continuous feeds through a pump as well as bolus
feeds through a syringe using gravity to flow the formula into him. Currently we are using Bright Beginnings soy
drink that is 240 calories a can since he has a milk intolerance. However, this is all on our wish list and
things might change mid surgery as they commonly do. G-tube feeding will be new to us and we do
have our hesitations, fears, but also positive outlooks as well. It is the best option for Noah at this time
and though we have fought this since he was an infant I regret not doing it
sooner. I have joined all the tube
feeding networking sites and educated myself to the nth degree about g-tubes
and maintenance.
Monday starts yet another chapter to Noah’s story and
another hospital stay and medical history line to his already too long list. Praying that for the rest of this summer (and
year) we will be able to stay out of the hospital, away from IV fluids, and
miles from the ER. I feel prepared and
ready and I have a really good feeling about this surgery and what will come
out of it. I am not going in with
irrational expectations like I did with his first Ng tube. I will take it a day at a time and work hard
to get Noah to eat orally as well as start to drink orally while awake. Already with the noogie I feel a weight
lifted off my shoulders knowing he is fed, hydrated, and is getting his
meds. The g tube which I might have to now
call his “goobie” will allow Noah to have his throat and cheek back and once
healed will be a discrete reminder to us that Noah is healthy.
Here is a link to an instruction Handbook about G-tube options and care that was given to us at our G-tube assessment appointment.
Monday, May 13, 2013
First Stranger Comment: follow up to my last post
Who knew it would happen so fast, but it did, and I finally found out what I am made of (sugar or spice). Sugar won :)
Day: Mother's Day 2013
Time: 11:00am
Location: Overly crowded and disgusting buffet full of coughing and hacking people with dirty hands clawing onto every single scrap of food like the world was coming to an end.
Husband: Biting at the bit to get the heck out of there (cringing at the kid next to us and I think I may have even seen him wipe his brow a few times from the chaos of the place)
Me: Using my mommy forces to tunnel out everyone and everything around me and focus on Noah eating bite after bite of sweet peas from a Gerber carton while my birth mom sat eating and enjoying herself as if she were a maiden in paradise (the things you will do to make your mom happy on Mothers Day)-*daughter points
STRANGER: older white haired woman in a pink moomoo dress with garlic breath and chipped fingernails.
Back Story: (posts yet to come): Noah got a Ng tube (nose feeding tube) two days prior which was causing all of us some anxiety, discomfort, and red eyes.
Scene: Hubby, Myself, my birth mom, and Noah in his stroller sitting at a small brown table that butted up against the packed dessert buffet stand (I can never look at another chocolate fountain again without gagging after seeing what people will do to one when they think nobody is watching). I was crouched down feeding Noah his food hoping that nobody would notice me not eating the buffet food myself. It was as if each spoonful of green glop was a boxing glove to knock away the minutes until I could breathe fresh air and get out of the place.
About five spoonfuls in I feel some hands come and hold onto my shoulders. ALERT ALERT: Hubby is sitting across the table, birth mom is digging a gross shrimp vein out with her fork, and Noahs hands were trying to pull his tube out of his nose......who is touching me!?!
I slowly turn to see this stranger wide eyed, grinning, and breathing her garlic breathe on me.
Me: "Hello?!?"
Her: (in one sentence) "OhdearHappyMother'sDaywhatswrongwithyourson."
Me: (*flashing back to my prior post and thinking "this is it!) "Oh, um, uh, Thank You, um, uh, well....he had surgery a week ago and wasn't drinking enough water so they are helping him stay hydrated with a feeding tube they have put down his nose into his stomach."
Her: (*still grabbing onto my shoulders as if pinning me to the already sticky chair) "Well, he looks healthy????"
Me: "He is getting there" (*fake grin, head tilt to hopefully shrug her hands off me, questionable look back at her)
Her: mumble mumble.......then she walked away
Not a horrible experience at all. Taken by surprise yes, but not the conversation I had envisioned myself being able to stamp a "Mean People Suck!" sticker onto. I took the high road and kept my calm. I smiled. I came to a quick and simple explanation where I didn't have to dive into complicated details about my son. I didn't get snotty. More importantly, I didn't feel hurt or saddened afterwards like I thought I might have.
Afterwards I turned to my husband who nodded at me to silently say "Good job Honey!" It was like giving myself a mothers day gift finally knowing how I would respond/react to a strangers comment about my son. I was happy with the results :)
Day: Mother's Day 2013
Time: 11:00am
Location: Overly crowded and disgusting buffet full of coughing and hacking people with dirty hands clawing onto every single scrap of food like the world was coming to an end.
Husband: Biting at the bit to get the heck out of there (cringing at the kid next to us and I think I may have even seen him wipe his brow a few times from the chaos of the place)
Me: Using my mommy forces to tunnel out everyone and everything around me and focus on Noah eating bite after bite of sweet peas from a Gerber carton while my birth mom sat eating and enjoying herself as if she were a maiden in paradise (the things you will do to make your mom happy on Mothers Day)-*daughter points
STRANGER: older white haired woman in a pink moomoo dress with garlic breath and chipped fingernails.
Back Story: (posts yet to come): Noah got a Ng tube (nose feeding tube) two days prior which was causing all of us some anxiety, discomfort, and red eyes.
Scene: Hubby, Myself, my birth mom, and Noah in his stroller sitting at a small brown table that butted up against the packed dessert buffet stand (I can never look at another chocolate fountain again without gagging after seeing what people will do to one when they think nobody is watching). I was crouched down feeding Noah his food hoping that nobody would notice me not eating the buffet food myself. It was as if each spoonful of green glop was a boxing glove to knock away the minutes until I could breathe fresh air and get out of the place.
About five spoonfuls in I feel some hands come and hold onto my shoulders. ALERT ALERT: Hubby is sitting across the table, birth mom is digging a gross shrimp vein out with her fork, and Noahs hands were trying to pull his tube out of his nose......who is touching me!?!
I slowly turn to see this stranger wide eyed, grinning, and breathing her garlic breathe on me.
Me: "Hello?!?"
Her: (in one sentence) "OhdearHappyMother'sDaywhatswrongwithyourson."
Me: (*flashing back to my prior post and thinking "this is it!) "Oh, um, uh, Thank You, um, uh, well....he had surgery a week ago and wasn't drinking enough water so they are helping him stay hydrated with a feeding tube they have put down his nose into his stomach."
Her: (*still grabbing onto my shoulders as if pinning me to the already sticky chair) "Well, he looks healthy????"
Me: "He is getting there" (*fake grin, head tilt to hopefully shrug her hands off me, questionable look back at her)
Her: mumble mumble.......then she walked away
Not a horrible experience at all. Taken by surprise yes, but not the conversation I had envisioned myself being able to stamp a "Mean People Suck!" sticker onto. I took the high road and kept my calm. I smiled. I came to a quick and simple explanation where I didn't have to dive into complicated details about my son. I didn't get snotty. More importantly, I didn't feel hurt or saddened afterwards like I thought I might have.
Afterwards I turned to my husband who nodded at me to silently say "Good job Honey!" It was like giving myself a mothers day gift finally knowing how I would respond/react to a strangers comment about my son. I was happy with the results :)
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| The "Noogie" is back...but not for too long we hope |
Monday, April 22, 2013
A Baby No More
...a post heading that sounds more like the title to a Lifetime channel Movie than a pivotal moment that I have been dreading...but it did happen...and I found myself casually walking into our half bath next to our kitchen to drop a few tears onto a thin Kleenex tissue as the moment overtook me.
Like most parents you never want to reach that point when your baby is no longer a baby. In my situation I never wanted to reach the point when my baby no longer looked like a baby but still acted like a cute fragile five month old.
I am not complaining about the five month old part because I am one of the few fortunate parents that still gets to snuggle endlessly with their Johnson and Johnson smelling bundle of joy. I still get to keep our crib at the highest setting and save my back from the uncomfortable bending over. I still get to leave small objects lying around our home and don't have to vacuum every single day. I can still go out and about without having to worry about chasing a toddler around, and I have been able to celebrate every single tiny milestone that Noah has reached because we have had three times as long to wait for each one of them and they stand out all the more.
The part that opened my tear ducts is the simple fact that we have now officially approached the next level as a family with a special needs child. He may be as cute as a button and babble and coo and cuddle but he is growing and growing fast. He can no longer pull off the just-big-for-his-age look anymore. He is 18 months old and as such looks like he is 18 months old. He is really tall/long for any typical 18 month old and sitting in his stroller, car seat, or his portable highchair you can see that there is just something not totally "typical" about him. Waiters, cashiers, and the every day person who doesn't know us are now taking a few extra seconds to assess our situation.
We have so far been fortunate enough to not have anyone really say anything out of the ordinary to us other than everyone thinking Noah is about to fall asleep because his eyes usually make him look that way. "Looks like your little guy just woke up" "Somebody is about to fall asleep" "Allergies are getting to me too little buddy." Just a few of the comments we have had so far which we always reply with "I think you might be right *insert big fake grin*"
I have been trying to prepare myself for the inevitable since learning about Noah's future. Is there a way to ever prepare oneself to be mentally loaded with really good/nice/educated/mean/poignant/funny/embarrassing and/or factual comebacks or responses to dish out to people I don't know nor care about as I go about my daily tasks? Is ignoring the situation or comment the way to go? Do I try and use the moment to teach someone something new? Do I use this person as an outlet to push my current days emotion onto instead of a family or friend I care about? Will I be totally thrown when the first real negative comment is made or will my 18 months of thinking about all of this prepare me enough to be the bigger person and say or do the right thing? What is the right thing?
We are currently sitting right on the cusp where Noah's out-of-control hair, big toothy grin, and adorable laugh attacks are the topic at hand when approached by people we don't know. I cherish these comments and remarks because Noah is still young/small enough for them to not really notice that he isn't sitting up on his own yet, or that he isn't able to hold anything or say a single word yet. For now all they see is a really cute toddler that likes to lay back chillaxed-style in his stroller and laugh endlessly as I pretend I am a race car driver cruising down the frozen vegetable isle while his daddy pushes the grocery cart that he has yet to be able to sit in for more than 5 minutes assisted.
For now we are still going strong with the cute remarks but the lengthy stares are officially upon us. Sooner than not we will just find out what exactly my response might be when I get my first real negative comment from a stranger. Anyone want to take a bet on how I might react? I kind of already feel bad for my first "victim" because I honestly have no idea how my Momma-Bear-Self will be feeling after hibernating and juggling all these responses for an entire 18 months *insert real grin*
Like most parents you never want to reach that point when your baby is no longer a baby. In my situation I never wanted to reach the point when my baby no longer looked like a baby but still acted like a cute fragile five month old.
I am not complaining about the five month old part because I am one of the few fortunate parents that still gets to snuggle endlessly with their Johnson and Johnson smelling bundle of joy. I still get to keep our crib at the highest setting and save my back from the uncomfortable bending over. I still get to leave small objects lying around our home and don't have to vacuum every single day. I can still go out and about without having to worry about chasing a toddler around, and I have been able to celebrate every single tiny milestone that Noah has reached because we have had three times as long to wait for each one of them and they stand out all the more.
The part that opened my tear ducts is the simple fact that we have now officially approached the next level as a family with a special needs child. He may be as cute as a button and babble and coo and cuddle but he is growing and growing fast. He can no longer pull off the just-big-for-his-age look anymore. He is 18 months old and as such looks like he is 18 months old. He is really tall/long for any typical 18 month old and sitting in his stroller, car seat, or his portable highchair you can see that there is just something not totally "typical" about him. Waiters, cashiers, and the every day person who doesn't know us are now taking a few extra seconds to assess our situation.
We have so far been fortunate enough to not have anyone really say anything out of the ordinary to us other than everyone thinking Noah is about to fall asleep because his eyes usually make him look that way. "Looks like your little guy just woke up" "Somebody is about to fall asleep" "Allergies are getting to me too little buddy." Just a few of the comments we have had so far which we always reply with "I think you might be right *insert big fake grin*"
I have been trying to prepare myself for the inevitable since learning about Noah's future. Is there a way to ever prepare oneself to be mentally loaded with really good/nice/educated/mean/poignant/funny/embarrassing and/or factual comebacks or responses to dish out to people I don't know nor care about as I go about my daily tasks? Is ignoring the situation or comment the way to go? Do I try and use the moment to teach someone something new? Do I use this person as an outlet to push my current days emotion onto instead of a family or friend I care about? Will I be totally thrown when the first real negative comment is made or will my 18 months of thinking about all of this prepare me enough to be the bigger person and say or do the right thing? What is the right thing?
We are currently sitting right on the cusp where Noah's out-of-control hair, big toothy grin, and adorable laugh attacks are the topic at hand when approached by people we don't know. I cherish these comments and remarks because Noah is still young/small enough for them to not really notice that he isn't sitting up on his own yet, or that he isn't able to hold anything or say a single word yet. For now all they see is a really cute toddler that likes to lay back chillaxed-style in his stroller and laugh endlessly as I pretend I am a race car driver cruising down the frozen vegetable isle while his daddy pushes the grocery cart that he has yet to be able to sit in for more than 5 minutes assisted.
For now we are still going strong with the cute remarks but the lengthy stares are officially upon us. Sooner than not we will just find out what exactly my response might be when I get my first real negative comment from a stranger. Anyone want to take a bet on how I might react? I kind of already feel bad for my first "victim" because I honestly have no idea how my Momma-Bear-Self will be feeling after hibernating and juggling all these responses for an entire 18 months *insert real grin*
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Noah Rolled Over!!!!
Yesterday when I was getting ready for our PT to visit I had put Noah on his back in the middle of our front room. He wasn't propped on anything and in fact I put him directly on the carpet because our dog was running around and I was trying to catch her. I went into the kitchen to block our pup and when I came back into the living room Noah was on his stomach! Noah turned over from back to front for his first time since...I don't even know how long. I missed it! I think around 3 months old was the last time he accidentally flipped over but then the infantile spams struck, the seizures struck, and the seizure meds took hold of our little boy. He has been off his seizure meds for about 5 months now, he is currently 16.5 months old............and he turned over on his very own!!!
Today happens to be my fathers birthday and I think sweet Noah has been holding out to surprise him on his big day. I have had tears of joy swelling in my eyes for the past ten minutes. My mom and dad come over on Mondays and Wednesdays to help Noah with his rolling specifically. Noah totally knew what he was doing and I am so proud of him.
Yay Noah! (Happy Birthday Grandpa!)
***the video would not load for some reason so I took a bunch of snapshots so that you could see his wonderful new trick!
Today happens to be my fathers birthday and I think sweet Noah has been holding out to surprise him on his big day. I have had tears of joy swelling in my eyes for the past ten minutes. My mom and dad come over on Mondays and Wednesdays to help Noah with his rolling specifically. Noah totally knew what he was doing and I am so proud of him.
Yay Noah! (Happy Birthday Grandpa!)
***the video would not load for some reason so I took a bunch of snapshots so that you could see his wonderful new trick!
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Oral Adventure: Part 2 (food/bottle/cup suggestions)
You know when you write something and you feel like you have covered all the bases but then a couple days later you realize you missed some pretty substantial points...well that is what happened so I am here to follow up on my original Oral Adventure with a few other tidbits.
Periactin (Cyproheptadine): This is a type of prescription medication that was first put on the market to help with allergies. However, over time they realized that this same drug increased the users appetite significantly. You really have to google it and find forums about people using it solely to increase appetite but it is prescribed for just this reason. Noah was prescribed this drug and put on an original 2.5 ml/ 2x daily schedule. However, we soon realized after the first day that this was too much for his little body. We dropped it down to 1 ml/ 2x daily which worked for over a month. Your body does tend to get used to this medication so over time it will built up a tolerance and the usefulness will start to decrease. Since we dropped him down to such a small dose we have been able to increase it a tiny bit at a time over the course of a few months to keep his appetite stimulated and keep our little guy hungry. It really has worked wonders for us. Some people say it works so well because it makes you so thirsty. We would not know if that was the case for Noah seeing as he wont drink for us no matter what. However, he consumes so much more and is hungry more often than he ever was off of it. We have played around with this medication and will take him off of it completely for a few days and then start the small dose over building it up over time. Our doctor has given us permission to do this. Without this medication I am pretty positive Noah will have never been able to gain the weight he has. I have also read that food tastes so much better while on this medication which allowed Noah to experience new tastes and we have found that he is in love with avocados which is wonderful since they are packed with calories. We buy a bag every time we visit Coscto and then we blend them with all kinds of other foods and then freeze 2 ounce servings in glass jars (used baby food jars). He can eat a jar every day and that alone is over 100 calories for just 2 ounces depending on what we mixed in it. (see what I mean about forgetting to talk about some important tidbits...this one is major and yet it still slipped my mind).
Mesh Teethers: NOT like the ones I picture below.
Pasta & Grains: Now that Noah has surpassed most of his oral aversion to textures specifically we have started to introduce him to different tiny pastas or grains. Below are some of the types we have used. We start out with literally putting one tiny piece into his mouth (which usually goes unnoticed) and then we up it to 2, 3, 4, ect. Depending on what the pasta or grain are coated with usually depicts how likable it is for him. Most tomato based sauces he likes but there are a few that are too acidic for him especially when he is about to cut a new tooth and then he wont swallow it. The Quinoa is probably the one that we have had the least success with because this grain falls apart in the mouth which is very textured and Noah is not a fan yet. Orzo made with butter, heavy cream, parmigiana cheese, and a little salt and/or pepper is probably his favorite. The coating is smooth and creamy enough to help with the swallowing action so it doesn't stick to the roof of his mouth or down his throat. Spaghetti O's we have just recently tried. I found that the can contains different sized O's and he can easily chew and swallow the smallest and next to smallest O's but the bigger ones will break open to form a long string shape instead of an O and then he spits those out. The sauce that Spaghetti O's comes in isn't too acidic for Noah and he is able to swallow most of it. When he got tired I threw the rest into the blender to bend it for him and I did have to add a little Rice Cereal to thicken it up for his to eat the rest. I bought the can with the meatballs and I couldn't believe the amount of calories I was able to get into him and he liked it.
| Chicken & Stars/boxed chicken noodle |
| ORZO/SpachettiO's/Acini de Peppe/Quinoa |
Bottles and Sippy Cups: Like I mentioned in Part One of this posting we have tried, I think, every single type of bottle or sippy cup there is out there. Those for $1 picked up at thrift stores to those that cost $20 each. We have tried different nipple flows for bottles, have taking the stoppers out of sippy cups, and I even went as far are super gluing a couple different nipples together in hopes it would work for Noah. None of them have so far. However, just because it didn't work for Noah doesn't mean it wont work for your little one. Here are my thoughts on each of these bottles/cups. Because Noah has severe hypotonia any form of bottle or sippy where you have to bite down really hard and or suck to get fluid out is a no go for him. We have wasted too much $$$ on these types so we have had to try to figure out other ways to get fluid into him.
| MAM Bottle Nipple |
| Tommy Tippie/ Playtex/Medela |
Nipple Flow: All brand of bottles will offer different nipple flows. They can be called stages or flows or sizes or range by age of infant. We found that the fastest flowing nipple works best for Noah but the liquid has to be thickened to a nectar thickness at least. The slower the flow of the nipple means the harder the child has to suck on it in order to get anything out. All this hard sucking will cause your child to tire out faster than they would have using a faster flow with a thicker liquid. There are also "Y" or "X" cut nipples sold mostly online but available in some stores. These flows are for really thick fluids of extremely blended puree foods.
Noah is currently on a MAM bottle with an "X" flow nipple: 6 ounces water, four scoops formula, 2-2.5 scoops of Thick IT using the measuring spoon that comes with the ThickIT. We wait 1 minute for the thickener to set up and if he is alseep he can down the mixture in under 10 minutes. If we wait longer than 30 minutes the ThickIT will get thicker and the flow slows down so we have to add another .5-1 ounce of extra water to the bottle. Zantham gum based thickeners (Simply Thick) do to get thicker as they sit out like the Thick It does. This bottle amounts to about 190-200 calories and around 7-7.5 ounces of fluid intake (taking into consideration the water dispersion from the powders)
| VitalBaby Stage 3 |
OXO Tot 7-oz/ Fist Years Sippy Cup/Tooth Tips Sippy Cup/ Gerber Sippy Cups
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| Nuby |
| Munchkin Sippy Cup/ TommyTippie/ NUK/ Dr. Browns |
Trainer Cups: As you can see none of this cups have a stopper and are pretty much free flowing cups. If the cup is clear you have a better idea when the fluid might be pouring out but the solid cups it is like a big surprise shooting out of the hole and drowning Noah. He is completely not ready for this step but I wanted to share the ones we have tried. They will be handy when he does reach this step.
| OXO Tot Trainer/Baby Bjorn/First Years/Avent |
Cups I plan on Trying next but cant really rate just yet:I have recently come across these two sippy cups that both have a soft spout but a different spout design than the ones we have tried. I like that the spout is elongated and shaped to promote lip closure. These will be my next two attempts.
| Born Free/ ThinkBaby/ Nuby Sports Sipper |
| Munchkin East Feed Spoon |
As always, if you have any suggestions or ideas that you would like us to try please send me a comment or you can email me and let me know. If you provide an idea for me that will work and get Noah to drink liquids while awake I will send you a big fat thank you along with $100 bill. Yes, we are that desperate at this point. :) :)
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