Not a whole lot going on here today. My brother-in-law is in the hospital, very sick with pnuemonia from the H1N1 flu virus. Say a prayer for him if you're the praying type, he needs them. Terry has been traveling back and forth to the hospital a lot this weekend and everything is thawing out around here. Halfway to a hospital in Indianapolis, he hit a large chuckhole on the highway and blew a tire. There are chuckholes everywhere! He was able to get the spare on and continue to the hospital, but on the way home he hit another hole and blew the donut. In his defense, it was foggy and pouring down rain, so it wasn't like he saw them in time to miss. I'm just glad that he wasn't hurt either time.
Today, he took the car to a guy that another brother of his knows & had a couple of new sway-rods put in for $20. Ultimately making what would have been a nearly $200 fix at a shop (including parts) for $50 by buying his own parts and going to a former mechanic. Seriously, it took "The Guy" 20 minutes to put both of them in. "The Guy" is awesome.
After that, we had McDonald's for lunch and I locked myself away in the bathroom. I noticed that I was looking a bit frazzled when I looked in the mirror, & since Terry wasn't going anywhere, I decided to pamper myself. I have fine, multi-textured, naturally curly hair & if I don't put anything in it (gel, mouse, etc) it puffs out. Hugely. In elementary school, I wore my hair in a braid nearly everyday because of this, and even with all the Freeze-It my mother put on the top of my head, I would have a top hat of frizzies after recess. I still have vivid memories of kids going "You look like Bozo the Clown!!" and the whole class laughing.. but it's not like I'm scarred or anything.. [sarcasm] And my darling middle sister would always call me "MUFASA!" when she brush out my hair.. In fact, sometimes she still does.. Good times. Okay, yeah, back to my frazzled look! So I gave myself a coconut oil treatment, and took extra time to take care of me.
Looking in the mirror again, I noticed my blonde Marcho Grouch eyebrows and gathered my weapons of choice.. a.) eyebrow pencil b.) tweezers c.) facial cleansing wipes for afterwards d.) my daughter's ipad with the Pinterest app open. Weird right? That I needed the Ipad? But I pinned a pinned that solved all my eyebrow worries. My mother has amazing eyebrows. They look professionally done, and she's never had to pluck them. Ever. So it's not like she could show me how to do it. And my middle sister, the same darling one mentioned above, inherited these amazing eyebrows. My oldest sister & I share the special joy of inheriting dad's. They bear a slight resemblance to shrubbery. They're large and bushy. This sister was also friends with a couple of diva's who showed her the tricks of the trade. I did okay, but wasn't usually satisfied. Now, honestly, I'm a little confused to what this website is about, but whatever it is, they give great advice on plucking eyebrows.
That's pretty much my day. I've started working on Roo's Birth Story, so that should be coming out soon, but tonight I'm going to finish watching Dance Moms (DVRed) while I wait for clothes to finish drying. Tomorrow I start a new workout routine. :)
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Monday, January 6, 2014
Why does Roo have a feeding tube?
Today was pretty uneventful. Anything exciting that happened was posted on my Facebook page. Terry wasn't able to go to work today, & we are dealing with extreme cold temperatures. It's still unclear whether he will work tomorrow or not, but school was cancelled earlier today.
I still feel like blogging though, so here's a little (yeah right!) back story, our history, experience ..whatever you want to call it.. with feeding tubes.
Roo's Tubie
One day, towards the end of August in 2006, I was checking into the OB ward at the local hospital. I was scheduled to be induced, because, even though I was just at 38 weeks, I was huge. I was handed a gown, got settled in, hooked up to the various monitors, and given the first inducing drug. I was told that it would take about a day for this one to fully take effect and that I wouldn't actually go into labor until the next day.
The nurses left the room and Terry and I sat there excited, nervous, and chit-chatty.. For about five minutes. At five minutes later nurses rushed into our room, throwing an oxygen mask on my face, turning me on my left side, yanking out the cervix softening medication, and about giving Terry & I both a heart attack. Apparently, I was already in labor, and the baby didn't like the medicine they gave me. Little Roo's stats went back to normal and everyone calmed down. Then I had a contraction.. A big one. And I didn't feel it. "You didn't feel that?" The nurse asked with raised eyebrows and I shook my head no. In fact, I was perfectly comfortable, sitting up, laughing with visitors until it was almost the end.
That's how Roo's birth story began, but it's a long one, so I'll fast forward 8 hours later to a spinal tap, and an emergency c-section. Trust me, I will go into more details about this later. It deserves it's own post, really. When Roo was born, she had dangerously low blood sugar and a 2 vesseled umbilical cord. In case you didn't know, there are supposed to be three blood vessels in an umbilical cord, and while it doesn't seem to make a difference in some children, in others, it causes them not to get the nutrients they need while in the womb. By chance, one of the nurses spotted a small split in the back of the roof of her mouth. This automatically won my sweet baby a ride by ambulance to Riley Hospital For Children and a bed in their NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) for further testing.
For some reason, my spinal tap wasn't wearing off as quickly as they expected. In hindsight, I think this was a gift from God. There was so much chaos outside of my quiet room. A group of ...it feels mean to say inexperienced, so lets just less experienced and . .... Okay, I don't have a lot of nice things to say about this particular group of the nurses, so what's it matter anyway? A few weeks before, a new hospital opened and almost all of the experienced OB nurses switched to that hospital. The ones that I had in the OR were excellent, and another older lady--the one who actually spotted the cleft palate--they were great. The first hours of Roo's life were spent being poked over and over again by nurses who didn't know how to start an IV in a newborn. A friend told me later that someone had told them that the team from Riley would start one when they got there, but still they kept on trying. Even now, thinking about it ticks me off. So it's good that I didn't see that, but if it wasn't for this older nurse, I wouldn't even have held her at all before they took her to the children's hospital. I'm so grateful for this woman. To this day, we've never taken her back to this particular hospital.
From day one, Roo had a feeding tube of some sort. In the first few hours it was a small plastic tube that went through her mouth and down into her belly, that allowed her to be given fluids to raise her blood sugar. The next time I saw her, nearly 4 days later, the plastic tube had been moved to her nasal passage, where it went down the back of her throat, through the esophagus, and directly into her belly (same as the oral one, but through the nose). This precaution was taken because she hadn't had the proper testing to determine if she aspirated fluids when she sucked on a bottle. This is normal protocol for babies born with a cleft palate. We had sessions with feeding specialists during our NICU stay to help Roo be ready for the test when the time came. Unfortunately, she still didn't pass the test, called a swallow study, and we were eventually sent home still feeding her through the tube that went through her nose. This type of feeding tube is called an NG tube. It's usually a temporary fix.
Roo's next hospital stay was the one that taught us the words "biliary atresia" (a form of pediatric liver disease), and "Kasai" (a possible life saving surgery for infants with biliary atresia), and ..so many other words.. During Roo's Kasai surgery, she had a feeding tube placed that went directly through the abdomen and into her stomach. It seemed like a good idea. And it was. Still, we looked forward to the day we could give our baby a bottle like a typical baby, but that day didn't come. We left the hospital seven weeks later with a central line that she received TPN through (it's like IV food), and a feeding pump that hooked up to her feeding tube and pumped small amounts of formula into her belly 24 hours a day. She had a really hard time with acid reflux at that time & this was supposed to help her keep foods down. Nobody really explained how things were supposed to be, but she was still gaining weight despite all the vomiting.
When she was 4 months old, the doctors decided that she was ready & she had her central line taken out. A few days later, Dec. 26, 2006, she was admitted back into Riley for RSV, which we always assumed she got during her visit to have the central line removed. It was during this stay that she was switched to a different reflux medication, Prevacid, & I'm not exaggerating one bit that it was a life changing moment. Before, she would reflux so often, and not know how to spit it out, and we would have to use huge suction bulbs to get it out so she wouldn't choke. And you're probably thinking that common sense would have told us to say something, but we were discharged way. We thought that this was just how things were going to be for her.
At around 8 or 9 months old, she passed her swallow study. And after the many different bottles, including some pretty fancy ones that the hospital gave us, the little booger still wouldn't take a bottle. In fact, her suction was so poor that she wasn't able to use a pacifier without holding it to her mouth.. Which she did, cutely. :)
The fact that she has such a poor diet now astounds me because we worked so hard with her. We had to teach her everything. We would put a little bit of baby food in her mouth and she would look at us all wide eyed like "What am I supposed to do with this?!" and eventually it would slide out. Then we started dabbing just the teeniest bit of baby food on her green soothie pacifier and she would hold it to her mouth and yum-yum-yum it off. Gradually we were able to increase the amount on the pacifier and a few months later, she would take a bite of baby food off a spoon and stick the paci in her mouth on her own to help her swallow. That was the only way she knew how to swallow it.
At some point we started to give her those little Gerber cereal snacks--the ones that basically melt as soon as they touch your mouth--and she learned to chew. Then her Occupational Therapist suggested Cheetos. Everything changed after that. Gone were the days of baby food. It was pudding, suckers, go-gurt, chicken & stars soup, spaghettios, vegetable soup... canned corn, peas, and carrots... Then, as she became older, she would chew on pizza crust, eat tiny pieces of cut up pizza, and bologna, and cheese and.. the list goes on. We were so excited! Our church was praying, everyone, all of our friends and family, were hoping that she could get rid of the feeding tube. It seemed everyone was excited with us. I began giving her her medications by mouth, and she didn't mind most of them. The Zyrtec never went well, and I don't blame her. Ever tasted that stuff??
For six months she took everything by mouth and didn't use the feeding tube. For six months a child that was once diagnosed as "failure to thrive," grew and gained weight, and supported herself. We were right on the verge of calling doctors and letting them know that the time had arrived and she was ready to have her tube taken out. Then she got sick. Cholangitis (an infection in the bile ducts) put us in the hospital again. That was what usually put us in there. And she stopped eating. She just quit. Even after we came home, and she was better, we would start to gain momentum, she would go back in the hospital, and stop eating all over again. I don't know exactly when it happened, but gradually she quit eating most foods.
Today, at 7 years old, she will willingly eat animal crackers, pretzel sticks (or twists--never both at the same time), sometimes goldfish crackers, McDonald's french fries, cheerios and Kroger cheesy puffcorn. Rarely she'll eat carrot sticks, and will only drink milk. That's it. She gets pediasure through her feeding tube while at school or on the go, because she refuses to eat anywhere but home or my parent's house. She doesn't take any of her medications by mouth anymore.
Honestly, at first it was heartbreaking when we realized how far she had regressed. Devastating even. Not only were we disappointed, but we also knew that other people were too. Church folks, the ones who prayed so hard for her, would get confused looks on their face and say, "I thought she was over that," when they saw us giving her a bolus (fancy word for feeding her through the feeding tube). And it hurt. A lot. Now.. Now it's just annoying. Now she's a big girl with her own ideas of what sorts of food should be eaten. Sometimes she won't even eat her normal stuff because she's so repulsed by what's on our plates (think "onions"). Now we don't beat ourselves up over things we can't control.. like foods that she won't eat.
I still feel like blogging though, so here's a little (yeah right!) back story, our history, experience ..whatever you want to call it.. with feeding tubes.
Roo's Tubie
One day, towards the end of August in 2006, I was checking into the OB ward at the local hospital. I was scheduled to be induced, because, even though I was just at 38 weeks, I was huge. I was handed a gown, got settled in, hooked up to the various monitors, and given the first inducing drug. I was told that it would take about a day for this one to fully take effect and that I wouldn't actually go into labor until the next day.
The nurses left the room and Terry and I sat there excited, nervous, and chit-chatty.. For about five minutes. At five minutes later nurses rushed into our room, throwing an oxygen mask on my face, turning me on my left side, yanking out the cervix softening medication, and about giving Terry & I both a heart attack. Apparently, I was already in labor, and the baby didn't like the medicine they gave me. Little Roo's stats went back to normal and everyone calmed down. Then I had a contraction.. A big one. And I didn't feel it. "You didn't feel that?" The nurse asked with raised eyebrows and I shook my head no. In fact, I was perfectly comfortable, sitting up, laughing with visitors until it was almost the end.
That's how Roo's birth story began, but it's a long one, so I'll fast forward 8 hours later to a spinal tap, and an emergency c-section. Trust me, I will go into more details about this later. It deserves it's own post, really. When Roo was born, she had dangerously low blood sugar and a 2 vesseled umbilical cord. In case you didn't know, there are supposed to be three blood vessels in an umbilical cord, and while it doesn't seem to make a difference in some children, in others, it causes them not to get the nutrients they need while in the womb. By chance, one of the nurses spotted a small split in the back of the roof of her mouth. This automatically won my sweet baby a ride by ambulance to Riley Hospital For Children and a bed in their NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) for further testing.
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| Terry holding Roo while in the NICU |
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| Sweet Pic with NG Tube |
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| Roo and Mamaw.. The white tube coming out under her shirt attaches to a feeding pump. |
When she was 4 months old, the doctors decided that she was ready & she had her central line taken out. A few days later, Dec. 26, 2006, she was admitted back into Riley for RSV, which we always assumed she got during her visit to have the central line removed. It was during this stay that she was switched to a different reflux medication, Prevacid, & I'm not exaggerating one bit that it was a life changing moment. Before, she would reflux so often, and not know how to spit it out, and we would have to use huge suction bulbs to get it out so she wouldn't choke. And you're probably thinking that common sense would have told us to say something, but we were discharged way. We thought that this was just how things were going to be for her.
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| Pudding High :-) |
The fact that she has such a poor diet now astounds me because we worked so hard with her. We had to teach her everything. We would put a little bit of baby food in her mouth and she would look at us all wide eyed like "What am I supposed to do with this?!" and eventually it would slide out. Then we started dabbing just the teeniest bit of baby food on her green soothie pacifier and she would hold it to her mouth and yum-yum-yum it off. Gradually we were able to increase the amount on the pacifier and a few months later, she would take a bite of baby food off a spoon and stick the paci in her mouth on her own to help her swallow. That was the only way she knew how to swallow it.
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| Smile you know you want to! |
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| She would only drink out of this kind of cup for the longest time. |
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| Cheerios and fries, meal of champions! ;) |
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| Oh my gosh, she touched it! ha ha |
So, why does Roo have a feeding tube? Because she needs one.;)
Friday, January 3, 2014
We Have To Go To The Store, Now
That was one of the first things my husband said to me when he got home from work today. Roo and I were standing there ("the welcome party" *snicker*), and there were no smooches, hugs or anything for us. It was all, "Get ready, I want to go before the crowds hit, blah, blah, blah.."
Okay, so I want to know what it looked like when the crowds hit, because Wal-Mart and Krogers were packed... Petsmart, not so much.. but WalMart and Krogers?? Oh my word! You'd have thought there was some sort of major Black Friday event going on, and it was only 4:00! I know snow is coming, but it's not supposed to hit until tomorrow night.
And people are rude! What has happened to us as a society that we think it's okay to give people the eye or storm off, or nearly run someone over with your Wally-Kart on purpose?!? If you're in that big of a hurry or someone is going too slow say, "Excuse Me".. You'd be amazed at how fast the waters will part. Sometimes. That's what I did. LOUDLY.
Poor Roo! She'd had enough of crowds and stores and was in that unreachable place, sobbing her eyes out, and all I wanted to do was leave. But there were so many people checking out, even at customer service, it was like a gridlock. We weaved our way through check outs & came to the main way. It was jam packed with lines to customer service. There I was, standing there, just me with a child in my cart, who was crying loudly, obviously not trying to get in line, and only ONE person towards the end of a line looked at me and tried to move to let me through. Unfortunately, even after that one, young person tried to move, our eyes met and we both knew that even if she did get out of line, there wasn't enough room for me to get by.. So what did I do? I started playing my own round of Wally-Kart. "EXCUSE ME. EXCUSE ME. COMING THROUGH. YEAH, WE JUST WANT TO GET THROUGH HERE. THANKS SO MUCH." And Bam! It's amazing how fast people suddenly notice you when your about to run them over, teeheehee..
Roo finished her meltdown in the car while daddy checked out inside. Eventually, she calmed down enough to ask for some tissues (in her own way), and I put in a favorite CD of hers. That really mellowed her out. I don't know if she heard me or not, but all I could tell her when we got in the car, mid-meltdown, was that I understood, and sometimes crowded stores upset me too. I'd like to think that she did, but probably not. On our way home, we treated her to McDonald's fries for supper--her favorite--because she was such a trooper.. And, lets face it, after such a stressful shopping spree, nobody was up to cooking. That was our big adventure of the day, shopping.. stocking up.. and surviving. ;)
Okay, so I want to know what it looked like when the crowds hit, because Wal-Mart and Krogers were packed... Petsmart, not so much.. but WalMart and Krogers?? Oh my word! You'd have thought there was some sort of major Black Friday event going on, and it was only 4:00! I know snow is coming, but it's not supposed to hit until tomorrow night.
And people are rude! What has happened to us as a society that we think it's okay to give people the eye or storm off, or nearly run someone over with your Wally-Kart on purpose?!? If you're in that big of a hurry or someone is going too slow say, "Excuse Me".. You'd be amazed at how fast the waters will part. Sometimes. That's what I did. LOUDLY.
Poor Roo! She'd had enough of crowds and stores and was in that unreachable place, sobbing her eyes out, and all I wanted to do was leave. But there were so many people checking out, even at customer service, it was like a gridlock. We weaved our way through check outs & came to the main way. It was jam packed with lines to customer service. There I was, standing there, just me with a child in my cart, who was crying loudly, obviously not trying to get in line, and only ONE person towards the end of a line looked at me and tried to move to let me through. Unfortunately, even after that one, young person tried to move, our eyes met and we both knew that even if she did get out of line, there wasn't enough room for me to get by.. So what did I do? I started playing my own round of Wally-Kart. "EXCUSE ME. EXCUSE ME. COMING THROUGH. YEAH, WE JUST WANT TO GET THROUGH HERE. THANKS SO MUCH." And Bam! It's amazing how fast people suddenly notice you when your about to run them over, teeheehee..
Roo finished her meltdown in the car while daddy checked out inside. Eventually, she calmed down enough to ask for some tissues (in her own way), and I put in a favorite CD of hers. That really mellowed her out. I don't know if she heard me or not, but all I could tell her when we got in the car, mid-meltdown, was that I understood, and sometimes crowded stores upset me too. I'd like to think that she did, but probably not. On our way home, we treated her to McDonald's fries for supper--her favorite--because she was such a trooper.. And, lets face it, after such a stressful shopping spree, nobody was up to cooking. That was our big adventure of the day, shopping.. stocking up.. and surviving. ;)
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