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The Magical Mystery Patient

By Goddess in Progress · Comments (40)·   April 30th, 2011

When people ask me what’s wrong with Eleanor, why she’s in the hospital, I stumble a little bit. I say “um” and “well” a lot, before finally coming up with “she doesn’t eat.” That is simultaneously true, and completely NOT the whole story.  I mean, the feeding stuff is what keeps her admitted to the hospital instead of at home, so that’s the big focus for now.

But even that single piece of the puzzle is a little hard to explain. In a nutshell, she has never taken feeds well by mouth, and was aspirating liquids when she tried. In addition, she has extreme reflux, which makes it darn near impossible to keep much of anything in her stomach (and is also a nasty deterrent any time she tries a bottle – it all comes right back up). So, she no longer takes anything at all by mouth, and is tube-fed straight into her intestine, bypassing the stomach.  To that end, she is having surgery on Monday. She’ll have a g-tube placed to deal with the fact that she can’t feed adequately by mouth, as well as a procedure called a “fundoplication” to tighten the opening between the stomach and esophagus, to deal with the reflux.  I can barely express the degree to which we tried to avoid the surgical option, but here we are. At least it’s a ticket home. I’m sure I’ll have plenty to say about life with a g-tube baby in the weeks and months to come.

After all this time and the unbelievable number of tests she’s had done, Ellie has no single, consistent, comprehensive diagnosis. She remains, for the most part, a collection of unusual symptoms and characteristics. Now with a few inconclusive test results thrown in. While the feeding problems are our current focus, it’s entirely possible that they are simply a symptom of something else.

One of the things the doctors picked up on from day 1 is that she has very low tone. Not in the extremities – her arms and legs move pretty well and are reasonably strong.  No, she has low tone in her trunk. Even as a one-day-old newborn, she couldn’t pull her head up the way you’d expect an infant to do. That is still the case at two months old. While most babies are starting to gain some control over those big noggins of theirs (and Ellie’s is bigger than most), hers still flops backwards alarmingly and is only showing slow, small improvement. Is the feeding trouble related to this? Maybe, since the low tone also seems to affect the smooth muscle of her organs (like the stomach). Sure. Possibly. No one can or will say anything definitive.

The low tone seems to (maybe? we think?) be a neurological issue.  Or maybe a genetic one? Let me tell you something about genetics and neurology – these are two specialties that like to run LOTS and LOTS of tests, and then say, “well, we’re not sure. We’ll just have to wait and see how she develops.”  Yeah, that’s the best I’ve gotten over the last two months.  Of all the tests, she had two come back with some kind of abnormal result. She had an MRI that showed “simplified folding” in her brain, but neuro is hesitant to say what that might mean.  And she had a chromosomal study that showed a duplication in one small piece of one chromosome.  Genetics, shockingly, is also hesitant to make any grand statements. Both departments, however, are fascinated by Ellie and want to follow her as she grows. Lucky us?

The area affected in the MRI result might relate to gross motor or cognitive development. Maybe. The genetic duplication has shown some correlation to Autism Spectrum disorders or developmental delays. But we all remember the first lesson from statistics class: correlation does not imply causation. It’s possible our entire family has the same duplication, and you’d never know if you didn’t have this test done. Also, the two test results are not necessarily connected to one another.

I’m sorry, am I being vague? Well, yeah. Welcome to my world.

All I want to know is how this is going to affect my kid, and what that will mean for her life. But, absent a crystal ball, no one can tell me that.  My hunch? I think we will see developmental delays, but I have no idea in what areas or how dramatic. Will she walk at 9 months, at 19 months, or not at all? No idea. Will she have a feeding tube for six months or six years? No idea. Will she talk or read or do multiplication or make jokes? No idea.

She’s a big question mark.  I suppose you could argue that all babies are, that you never know what you’re going to get until it happens.  But when you start out your life with more than two months in the hospital, surgery, and a feeding tube, when you know you’ll need physical and occupational therapy from the moment you get home, and when neuro and genetics find you “interesting?”

Yeah, we’re in for a wild ride.

But let me not forget what is right with my sweet girl.  She is generally pretty mellow, and when she gets upset she is relatively easily soothed. She sleeps for nice stretches of time, even if those stretches are happening during the day instead of at night for the moment. She looks right at you, and if she’s interested, will track with her eyes and move her head to follow an interesting sound (or that pretty baby in the mirror). She passed her hearing test. She likes to chew on her hand. She’s incredibly snuggly.  And if you’re lucky, she’ll give you her sweet, sly smile.

Oh, the smile. It’s elusive. It’s fleeting.  But both my mom and my friend swear they saw it a few weeks ago (while I was in another room pumping, of course).  My husband saw it the next day. It took me a while longer, but I’ve seen it myself. Not just the one in her sleep, and not because she’s got gas. A real, honest-to-goodness social smile.  Not only is it a beautiful thing to see on her sweet face, but dammit, it’s a milestone.  Right. On. Time.

Ellie has her own plan. I just wish I knew what it was.

Comments (40)
Categories : Child Development, Feeding, Hospital, Newborns
Tags : delays, fundoplication, g-tube, genetics, hypotonia, low tone, neurology, NICU, nissen, surgery

History does, and does not, repeat itself

By Goddess in Progress · Comments (24)·   April 25th, 2011

Eight weeks and two days. That was when I officially stopped trying to breastfeed my older kids.  And that was when I stopped pumping for Ellie.

I first seriously considered stopping about two weeks ago, when my supply officially stopped keeping up and she had her first full formula feed in more than a month.  Seeing the color of formula, not a breastmilk combo, in that syringe pump sent me into an initial wave of tears and had me stepping back. It was so demoralizing to spend so much time and effort on pumping when it wasn’t even enough. Eight times a day, 30 minutes at a time, for that scant two ounces, maybe two-and-a-half on a good day. But sheer volume alone wasn’t quite enough to get me to stop.  I backed off for a day or so, then stepped back in. I wanted to keep going, even if it wasn’t 100% of her nutrition.

But the final death knell for pumping was the combination of our return to the Big Hospital and the big kids being on spring break. Spending that much time attached to the pump went from “challenging” to “ludicrous.” It stopped making sense. I was taking literally hours away from all three of my kids to do it, and was being rewarded with a slowly dwindling supply, anyways.

One of the things that kept me going during previous periods of doubt (oh, and I’ve had plenty in the last two months), was when I asked myself a simple question. If you stop now, will you be able to say, “I did my best?” Before, I never felt like I could say yes to that question.  But today, I’m done with the tears. I’m disappointed, for sure, for a lot of reasons. But I’m done. I did my best.

Stopping isn’t too hard when you never had a gangbusters supply to begin with. I stretched the every-three-hours schedule to every four. Four became five, then six, then seven. Last week was crazy enough that extending the intervals between pumping sessions happened pretty naturally – once I stopped letting my pumping schedule dictate everything else, it took a dramatic backseat to the rest of my life.

I didn’t bother with the “pump just for comfort” advice that everyone gives, because I knew the supply would dry up quickly enough on its own. I’d go six hours, then pump for 35 minutes and still only get 2.5oz. I last pumped at 10PM on Sunday and got a single ounce. It is noon on Monday and I’m not in pain. I’m done.

I’ve saved about a day’s worth in the freezer to give to her next week, for her first feeds post-surgery (yes, she’s having surgery next Monday, more on that soon). I want her to have the stuff that’s easier to digest. But I knew I wasn’t going to be able to keep pumping until then. It was time.

So much for the hooter hiders I made. So much for the unused nursing pillow in the closet. So much for my preparation and determination and dreams of breastfeeding redemption. Life had other plans. Ellie had other needs. So it goes.

Love that hand

I lasted the exact same number of days. I’m even publishing this post on her two-month birthday, just like I did three and a half years ago. This time is different for a hundred reasons, but for one, I’m not beating myself up about it. I did my best. I tried again. I’m done.

Comments (24)
Categories : Feeding, Just me
Tags : Breastfeeding, breastmilk, exclusive pumping, milk supply

Representational

By Goddess in Progress · Comments (5)·   April 23rd, 2011

Rebecca has always been the more artsy-crafty of my kids. She loves crayons and markers, finger paints and stickers (oh, the love affair with stickers, it is epic).

The Painter

It has been interesting to watch her drawing evolve.  First, obviously, it was just plain old scribbling. Then the arm motion changed, and it was more of a swirling, circular scribble.  Since she started school, a lot of what she brings home seems more purposeful, if pretty abstract to my eyes. But the bits of color have become increasingly discrete, clear that she’s putting each mark in a particular place on purpose.

drawing

When there are coloring sheets, there is a noticeable effort to color in the vicinity of the lines. (This one was later embellished, to my wicked delight, with the Plague stickers.)

coloring in the lines

Previously, she would sometimes assign meaning to a drawing after the fact, finding a particular shape in amongst the scribbles (“I made a triangle!”).  Or she will claim she is drawing a particular scene (“this is Daniel jumping on the bed”), though the visual can’t be fully appreciated by an artistic low-life such as myself.  But, still, the drawing continues to be much more purposeful from start to finish. (The brown one, she will have you know, is the “really bad guy,” Darth Vader.)

star wars drawing

And then, I spied something on one of her coloring sheets, and asked her to draw me some more.

representational artwork

She made flowers. Multicolored, totally recognizable flowers, with grass and everything.

I love art.

Comments (5)
Categories : Child Development, Milestones, Preschoolers
Tags : art, drawing

What we need is a rodent

By Goddess in Progress · Comments (15)·   April 20th, 2011

I almost forgot about Passover this year. And, when I remembered, I thought it started a day later than it really did.  It was Monday afternoon, I shook my head and looked at M.  We agreed: it just ain’t happening this year.  Not only was I obviously not going to pull together a Seder in the space of three hours, but I was simply not going to do the grain-avoidance thing. There’s just too much else going on right now. Sorry, Passover. Next year.

That said, we’ve made the acquaintance of a lovely rabbi through the Chaplain’s office at the Big Hospital. She has come by a few times, we’ve talked to her about maybe doing a Hebrew naming ceremony for Eleanor. She leaves us a mini loaf of challah on Fridays.  And on Monday, she left a big bag, courtesy of the “Big Hospital Seder Committee.” No kidding, you can even call down to the cafeteria and order Kosher-for-Passover meals for the whole family.  The gift bag had a box of matzo, some sparkling grape juice, a few Passover-friendly treats.  And a couple of small gifts for the kids.

OK. So, I know the Jewish holidays don’t typically have the same flair as most of the major Christian ones. The Hannukah vs. Christmas thing always falls flat. The most fun holiday of the year is one hardly any non-Jews know about (Purim – there’s costumes involved, and often somewhat drunken revelry).  But seriously, could we get a PR firm in on this somehow?

Because my kids got Passover stickers.

Passover stickers

That’s right! Not only do you get matzo, but a sticker for each of the 10 plagues!

Passover stickers

I think my favorites are the “RIP Egyptian Firstborn” headstone, and the sickly cow. Though the locusts are a nice touch, too.

Seriously, Easter. Where did you get this whole friendly-fuzzy-rodent-who-brings-eggs-and-candy thing, and how can we get a piece of that action?

Comments (15)
Categories : Holidays, Hospital
Tags : Passover

The Doldrums

By Goddess in Progress · Comments (24)·   April 12th, 2011

I’ve been wanting to post an update, but there has been so little to say.

“How’s Eleanor?”

“Fine. The same. Great, actually. Except for that whole not-eating thing.”

The last 10 days have been the slowest yet.  We were transferred back to our local hospital to… basically… wait.  Just sit and wait.  While she was able to swallow thick liquids at her last swallow study, she did not show any actual inclination to do so. She’d take very small amounts from the bottle, and then her epic reflux would kick in and she’d spit it all back out.  She went on an NG tube, which puts the stuff straight into her stomach, but continued to have bad reflux. She got an NJ tube, which goes even farther than the stomach, putting the formula/breastmilk straight into her small intestine, with the hopes of avoiding the reflux.

It was with this NJ tube that we were sent closer to home, to give her some time to see if the reflux will improve on its own at all.  As for the day-to-day, there’s very little going on.  We go, we visit, we snuggle. We do a little occupational therapy for the major oral aversion she’s developed. We do a little physical therapy, since she spends so much of the day in the bassinet. I put some black & white art cards in her bed so she has something to look at. I sing songs and read Goodnight Moon. But mostly, we just hang out. We don’t get many updates each day, and we don’t expect them.

snuggle time self portrait

It’s been a week and a half of this… nothing.  And, sadly, we have no reason to believe the reflux is improving. Despite the fact that all of her feeds actually bypass her stomach, she still manages to gag and spit up at least once or twice a day.

So, this part may soon come to an end. We will be heading back downtown soon, talking with GI about surgical options like a feeding tube and a tightening of the stomach around itself to prevent reflux. Not exactly the kind of excitement I was hoping for to kick us out of these doldrums.  But, on the positive side, at least it’s action, and it should be action that will ultimately get her home.

One of these days.

Comments (24)
Categories : Feeding, Hospital, Newborns
Tags : feeding tube, fundoplication, g-tube, NICU, nissen, oral aversion, reflux

Taking control

By Goddess in Progress · Comments (23)·   April 3rd, 2011

A huge part of my life is outside of my control right now. I can’t actively do anything to get Eleanor home any faster. Any progress she makes, or setbacks she has, are her own. The conditions of her release from the hospital, and the timeline for that release, are not up to me.  We are really no closer to any kind of diagnosis for her, nor do I have any kind of prognosis for what her (and, by extension, my) life will be like as she grows.

Life is, in large part, on hold. Friends and family are starting to talk summer plans, and I don’t feel like I have any idea what to put on the schedule, or what kinds of commitments I can make.  It’s frustrating, for a planner like me. It’s hard not to have any idea what’s coming in the next few months, or what my constraints will be.

For now, we have a tentative, temporary “normal.” Ellie was transferred back to our local hospital to wait out the next few weeks before she has another swallow study downtown. The transit time for visiting her is a fraction of the commute we’ve had for the last few weeks, which opens up quite a bit more flexibility in my day (well, around pumping and visiting and preschool and naps… it’s all relative).

So, dammit, I am going to exercise.  I jumped back on the Shredheads bandwagon and am doing the April Ripped in 30 Challenge. I snapped my (fairly horrifying) before pictures, I stepped on the scale. Yes, I’m only five weeks postpartum. But I have been itching to get back to real exercise for my entire pregnancy. I waited two years last time. Not again.  After two days, my legs are so sore I can barely walk up the stairs. But it will get better.

I also went to a local running store and got fitted for a new pair of shoes. Couch-to-5K, I am coming back.  I want to run a 5K this summer, and my big goal is to run a 10K in October.

I know plenty of you are rolling your eyes and shaking your head and calling me insane. It’s true. I probably am, a little.  But this is one of the few areas of my life where I can grab hold and take control.  I want this.  I want it badly.  I need to get physically strong again.  I need it for me, and I need to be that person for my kids.

Bring it.

Comments (23)
Categories : Hospital, Just me
Tags : couch to 5k, exercise, Jillian Michaels, NICU, Ripped in 30, running, Shredheads
   

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