I'm going to post some pictures of Noah on his birthday. It is hard to post these. I would love to post pictures of a smiling, happy, and laughing baby. It'd be nice if he'd look at the camera (it'd be nice if he'd look at me for that matter). Understand that Noah is pretty much "checked out" most of the time. The meds and the seizures have created a "zombie baby". Every now and again we do see Noah. I cherish those fleeting moments. We don't get enough of them. I know my son doesn't quite look right sometimes but he's mine. I think he is beautiful no matter how aware or oblivious he is to me and his surroundings. It's hard to see him so distant though. I feel like I'm playing a cruel game of tug-of-war with a monster who has his head and I'm only holding on to a toe. But I'm not letting go. EVER! So this is Noah on his first birthday and boy are we grateful we got here. There was a time when we weren't so sure we'd make it to this day. Happy Birthday son!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Yesterday we were asked by our ped to "draw the line". It seems as if he expects my little boy to get sick. What??? You heard me correctly! Seems as if he thinks it isn't a matter of if but when pneumonia will come knocking on our door. My response...GO AWAY! WE AREN'T HOME!!! But the fact of the matter is, I keep him in his "bubble" and protect him from evil! We work on his secretions, do manual percussion therapy, use our suction unit, work on sinus massage. Nonetheless the ped insisted Todd and I talk about where we would draw the line for treatment. Would we treat him? where would we start? where would we stop? What on earth is all that supposed to mean? Let him go? Let him get sick and not try to help him? WTF!? First of all this is where I draw the line: People who don't believe in Noah and his recovery are out of our life! My son WILL get better. My son WON'T get sick. I don't care if you have an "MD" after your name...go to HELL if you think this is as good as it gets! I refuse to lie down and accept this for Noah or for our family and I will continue to fight each and every day until he is seizure free, sitting up, smiling, eating, and being just a happy little boy. That's a promise Noah! Happy Birthday to the best thing that has ever happened to us! I believe in you!
Friday, August 28, 2009
Well I thought the reflux was under control. I was sorely mistaken. Today has been exceptionally bad and it's about to make me CRAZIER than normal! We see our ped today and I'm hoping he can give me something that Noah can tolerate. He can't take prilosec because it's in a suspension and he gags and throws up the SECOND he tastes it. He doesn't do prevacid. He hates the taste (I've tried everything to mask it) and it's grainy. He usually has a coughing fit (as ususal I fear aspiration) and it ends usually in throwing up whatever is in his stomach. Today we have lost vigabatrin, topamax, prednisone, and zonegran all to spitting up. I just don't have the strength to fight it anymore. I usually jump right up, grab more medicine, more formula, and start all over. Today I didn't. I'm tired. I'm really tired. It's such a struggle to give meds sometimes and a more difficult struggle to keep them in most days. I'm ready for things to get better. I cling so tightly to our schedule (7 med doses a day, 7 feeds a day (only lasting 30 minutes max but he has to have at least 720 mL per day or we risk dehydration)). I try to get everything done when it's supposed to be or we are up until midnight and, again, I'm tired. I would love to feed him when he was hungry. I would love for him to actually be hungry and let me know. I would love to feel comfortable that he would eat enough and I didn't have to measure everything and document every little detail of our day. Wouldn't that be nice...
Thursday, August 27, 2009
It's not easy to blog. I want to be creative and funny but I'm not creative or funny anymore. I want to say everything all at once and put our entire story into one blog and deciding how to break things up has been difficult. I don't know where to begin. I've decided to begin with today. Today Noah is seizing on a regular basis. It's hard to watch and it happens more often than I'd like. I want to know when it's going to get better. When will he get better? He turns a year old on Saturday. A year ago today Todd and I were going to a meeting. A meeting with 20 people in white coats all with IQs that made me jealous. They all looked at us as we sat down. I think some had sympathy for us. This is why: they wanted to take Noah at 27 weeks because his tumor had gotten so large and was taking blood from his body. His heart was starting to work too hard to keep up. Our amazing surgeon explained the procedure. It was the first EXIT procedure for an SCT. They wanted to keep Noah attached to the placenta while they tried to remove the bulk of the tumor and then finish delivering him. Deliver him after he was intubated and had an IV. We were numb. We met with neonatologists. They told us the worst case scenarios. The first 24 hours were crucial. He could have brain bleeds. He could die. We cried. I got a steriod shot in my arm to help Noah develop his lungs (he had exactly two days to do this). We went home. It seems like a lifetime ago and in some ways it was and in many ways it was just the beginning. This has been a tough year. It has been a wonderful year. It's been full of heartbreak and joy. Mostly joy though. I found out what true love is this year. I also found out what "love at first sight" really means this year. My little Noah is a true gift.