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Patrick’s 2nd haircut

We always stall as long as possible between Patrick’s haircuts, just cuz we love his little mophead. However, Patrick had hair in his eyes in front and his hair was past his collar in back… all except the very back of his head where he’s rubbed all the hair off while scooting around.

This is the best before picture he’d allow. His eyes are closed because he didn’t like the mist from the water bottle.

Most of the haircut was patient waiting, with a few wiggles.

Of course, he did start to get sleepy by the end.

But in the end, still turned out quite handsome.

Thanks to Wes of The Hair Place for a great haircut. And for keeping Daddy looking nice, too.

So what is tomorrow’s surgery, anyway?

We’ve had a lot of questions recently about Patrick’s surgery. Seems that there’s some questions about what exactly is going on. I’m going to attempt to explain what is happening in this blog post.

First, though… This is not his transplant, nor does it eliminate the need for his transplant.

Patrick is scheduled to have his small and large intestines reconnected tomorrow. To understand why this is necessary, let me tell you a little bit about his anatomy. While the average small intestine is about 20 feet long, Patrick was born with just 10-15 centimeters of small intestine. He has under a third of his large intestine. Because the large intestine has never been used, it is pencil thing. In contrast, the small intestine has been trying to adapt, which means it is larger in diameter than it would normally be. Here are a couple of images taken in April that might help you to visualize what that means.

From The Hoopes’s’s

The small intestine has three parts with 3 different roles. You can read about them here. Patrick only has the first part, the duodenum, which is very short, and an equal portion of the second, the jejunum.

The surgeons at the hospital where Patrick was born were not comfortable trying to put two pieces that were so very different in size together. Instead, they opted to create an “ostomy”, or “outward hole”. They made a whole in his side and brought the end of his small intestine out through it.

This option has it’s advantages. It’s easier to keep his skin healthy. (Patrick’s small intestine ends before stomach acid is reabsorbed so his stool can easily burn the skin.) And it’s easier to track fluids lost so that we can replace the water and electrolytes he loses. (The small intestine also ends before water and electrolytes used in digestion are reabsorbed.)

However, Patrick’s transplant surgeon and GI have asked us to take down the ostomy and connect his intestines. There are risks in having an ostomy. As his liver begins to scar, it will start looking for other ways to send blood away from it. The result is that smaller vessels will carry more blood than is usual (hyperportal tension) and a stoma could start bleeding uncontrollably.

Furthermore, the colon, while it doesn’t absorb nutrition, does absorb some bile and water and electrolytes, so in the end Patrick might lose less. This would mean he could eat more without it becoming dangerous for him.

Finally, Dr. Reyes says that he’s learned over the last 20 years that patients whose colon is in use, rather than having an ostomy, fare the wait for a transplant better. The body is happier when all the organs that can be working are. And the colon sends bile and water back to the liver, which is the liver’s version of job satisfaction. It will work better because it’s getting a positive response from it’s work.

So… the next questions you ask me are these.

1) Does this mean he won’t need a transplant as badly? No. Although the intestine does a fabulous job of adapting when it’s shortened, Patrick still is missing the vital section called the ileum where all the nutrition is absorbed. Without it, he is TPN dependent, which is where the risk to his life lies.

2) Will his diapers be normal? Well, yes and no. He will poo now. But it will still be mostly water and bile, kind of like a severe case of diarreah. We’ve been told we’ll change at least 12 diapers a day and need to use heavy duty diaper creams in order to keep the skin from breaking down in diaper rash or worse. We will also probably have to do some form of “double diapering” to prevent against explosive leaks that are common in kids with short gut and to be able to continue to monitor the fluids he loses so they can be replaced.

3) What will his recovery time be? We’ve been told to expect at least a week of recovery. He’ll go first to the PICU because he failed extubation in July. The critical care doctors will then be able to wean him off of the ventilator at a pace that is better for him. Once he can breathe on his own, he might be transferred to the infant unit… or he might stay in the PICU. It all depends on how his recovery goes.

4) Is this a risky surgery? Well, yes. With the run of infections Patrick has had lately, they are operating with him not quite as healthy as they would normally ask. There are risks of the connection leaking, or losing even more of his intestine, of the wound not healing because the skin where they are operating is so frequently exposed to stool. It’s also risky to reintubate Patrick right now. But, the risks of bleeding from his stoma are worse and Patrick is the healthiest he has been all summer, so it’s a chance we need to take.

5) What will happen on surgery day? We’ll get the time for surgery this evening. Tomorrow Patrick will fast. We’ll be admitted through outpatient surgery because Patrick’s surgeon was scheduled to be off tomorrow and added Patrick on because it was the time that was best for Patrick. The wait for surgery itself is always a bit nebulous. We’ll meet a surgery nurse and an anesthesiologist, and then finally Dr. Rollins will come talk to us.

In addition to the intestinal surgery, Patrick will have a liver biopsy, have his PICC line removed and a new broviac line placed, and have a scope done by urology to look for scarring from the catheter he had placed in July while he was in the PICU. The total OR time scheduled is about 3 1/2 hours.

We’ll wait in a parent’s waiting room where they’ll come to keep us up to date. Then instead of going to recovery, he’ll go straight to the PICU.

6) Are you nervous? It’s always hard to take your child who is healthy and happy and playing to a surgery knowing that there are risks involved… and even in best case scenario, knowing he won’t feel well for several weeks afterwards. However, we’ve been praying about this and feel calm that things will go as they’re meant to.

So – there you go. All you could hope to know about tomorrow’s surgery. We’ll do our best to keep you updated as soon as we know what’s happening. Most of the time, we’re waiting for answers, too.

Thanks for your continued prayers and support.

Video of Patrick playing peek-a-boo with Daddy

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Another infection

I’m writing from Primary Children’s hospital again. Tuesday afternoon, Patrick started to act as though he had an upset stomach. I got him settled and he took a nap, but before long woke up upset again. So, as I always do, I took his temperature and lo and behold, he had a fever.

I made a call to the GI on call, Dr. Pohl, and he made arrangements for us to check in to the hospital directly, without going through the E.R.

It was strange to come in without the E.R. routine, but kind of nice, too. The infant unit was full, so they put us in a room in the Children’s Medical Unit just down the hall. As usual, the first few hours were chaos as I gave history, got meds and supplies ordered, and generally got acquainted with the medical staff.

Typical protocol is to draw blood cultures to look for and identify the infection he has. So they call IV team and they draw blood from a vein while the nurse is responsible for drawing blood out of Patrick’s PICC line. They also draw blood to check levels of other important things like blood sugar and electrolytes through his PICC.

Well, Patrick’s PICC line has been tricky and occassionally with clot and not draw back. In this case, neither lumen would draw back. So about 11 p.m. they started soaking it in something to break up clots… but it still wasn’t working.

Finally at midnight things were pretty quiet, even though they didn’t have labs, and I decided I’d better try to get some sleep.

About 2 a.m. things got exciting again. First, his diaper leaked. Right now, Patrick’s ostomy doesn’t have a bag on it (that’s a story in and of itself) and so I had to get up to change it because the combination of creams and powders required to protect the skin against what is essentially stomach acid is pretty complex and not your standard nurse’s experience.

While he was awake, they took his blood pressure and it was frighteningly low. They checked it about 20 times over the next stretch of time and even though he was awake and uncomfortable, which should raise blood pressure, his was low.

So they finally got his PICC line to draw back and drew some emergency labs to look for dangerous things like low blood sugar, drew blood cultures, and called the ICU to come look at him.

A doctor from the PICU came and looked at him and checked his blood pressure and said that he needed to go downstairs so they could give him medicines to bring his blood pressure back up.

So, at 3 a.m. we packed up and transferred to the PICU. It was odd to be there in my PJ’s giving his medical history. Finally at around 5 things were pretty stable and they recommended that I go get some sleep. So I went and crashed on one of the beds in the parent waiting room.

The next day they explained that sometimes infections cause your blood pressure to drop. Patrick responded very well to the medicines they’d given him, though, and was pretty stable. However, everytime he went to sleep, it would drop again.

Finally after being in the hospital for a full day, the antibiotics started to work. He started to act like he felt better, and his blood pressures came back up.

Thursday afternoon he was doing well enough that they moved him back from the PICU to the Infant Unit. Which is where I’m writing from tonight.

Patrick obviously feels MUCH better! He’s been back to trying to sit and stand and he’s getting stronger and more coordinated all the time.

The tentative plan right now is for us to go home Saturday. As always, when we leave the hospital, all of the nursing duties fall back on Brian and myself, with help from friends and family where possible. He’ll be on two antibiotics and an antifungal because of a diaper rash developing that is most likely yeast. (Antibiotics create the perfect environment for it to grow). With meds every 6 hours at least, sleep will become a very rare commodity again. Of course, as I’m posting this in the middle of the night, you’ll see that it already is.

We’re grateful that this bug seems to be one of the less scary ones. It’s called enterococcus, which lives inside the gut. It most likely either translocated (leaked) into the bloodstream from his gut or got in by accidental contamination of his IV tubing. Any way it goes, it required just 2 antibiotics to treat and Patrick’s central line so far can stay in. In those regards, we consider ourselves very lucky.

Of course we’ll do all we can to keep you updated on what happens from here. Thank you again for all of you do for us.

Prayer Trading

I came across this quote recently from an address given at the Families Supporting Adoption National Conference. The speaker Troy Dunn said, “My mom introduced the beautiful concept of adoption in a very simple manner. She said, ‘There is something that is called prayer trading, and we’re going to trade prayers with somebody. Somewhere out there is a girl praying for a good family for her baby. We are going to pray for a good tummy with a baby in it, and we are going to answer each others’ prayers.'”

When we were considering adoption and meeting and learning from birthfamilies, I sometimes felt guilty that I would benefit through someone else’s loss. My prayers to become a mother would be answered though another family’s suffering.

I expressed these feelings once at an adoption conference and was quickly cut off by a birthmother who overheard me. She reminded me adoption benefits both parties. For me, obviously, it provided me with the chance to be a mother… something I wouldn’t have been able to have on my own. For a birthfamily, it provides a hopeful solution to what otherwise might be a hopeless situation. In the case of adoption two families are suffering, and in the end, two families get a happy ending.

And so, as we prayed to adopt, we prayed that Patrick’s birth family would be blessed, comforted, and guided through a difficult time. We continue to pray for them.

We’re in a situation of prayer trading again. I’ve heard other families with children on transplant lists express feelings of extreme guilt as they consider the loss that another family will experience for a transplant to be possible. I’ve felt guilty about this idea myself. However, I’ve also watched families who have lost children and who have chosen organ donation. And I have seen the comfort that comes from knowing that their loss could at least help someone else.

One family in particular comes to mind. One of their sons is waiting for a transplant. Another was recently killed in an accident. When we attending the funeral for the son who’d been lost, I heard his parents and brothers and sisters all proudly state that he had been an bone and tissue donor. I also heard them say that they were praying for their other son’s donor family – as they could now relate in a new way with them.

What a beautiful testament to this miraculous gift organ donation can be. Not only does it give the gift of life to the recipient, but in some small measure the gift of peace to the donor’s loved ones. Prayer trading at it’s best.

I don’t mean in writing this to diminish in any way the grief associated with the loss of a loved one, especially a child. It is real and deep and not something we take lightly. However, organ donation lets a light of hope shine where otherwise there would be two sad endings.

What a marvelous things that sometimes when we are going through our greatest trials that Heavenly Father allows us to answer one another’s prayers.

Please join us as we now trade prayers with Patrick’s donor family. And please consider, if you haven’t done so, registering as an organ donor yourself.

A day in the life . . .

Things have been pretty calm since we brought Patrick home from the hospital this time. It takes a lot of extra work to keep up on all the new medications he needs, but otherwise life has been calm.

But – it occurs to me that I should state that our calm isn’t exactly the same as others’ calm. Let’s take today as an example. It was a pretty good day.

We got up early today. Patrick woke about hourly through the night because he’s still not used to being at home. I get up and give him a pacifier and put his blankets back on him and he goes right to sleep. I was a bit tired when the alarm went off at 6 to tell me Patrick’s vancomyacin was due. I’d forgotten to take it out of the fridge last night, so I had to run around with it tucked under my arm to get it warm while I got everything else ready.

I prepared a bottle. Disconnected Patrick’s feeding tube, replacement fluids line and ostomy drainage tube. By then he was screaming to be fed so I got him out of the crib and fed him his 1/3 tsp. of formula then rocked him back to sleep. (And me, too). At 7:30 I put him back down to check to make sure Howie was up.

He was pretty awake then, so I went ahead and got him up, changed his ostomy bag and g-tube dressing, flushed his picc line, and got him dressed.

Because we were up so early I decided that it was a good day to go shopping. It’s Howie’s birthday on Sunday so I packed a bottle to give myself extra time to shop. (Patrick eats every 3 hours, which can be a narrow window of opportunity).

I’d been in the store about half an hour when my cell phone rang. It was Patrick’s nurse confirming an appointment for her to come draw blood for labs. It was 11:30 and she wanted to come at 12:15. So I made a mad scramble to focus and finish the grocery shopping so I could get home on time.

At 12 we finally made it out of Wal-mart and I loaded Patrick and the groceries into the car, then shut off his TPN pumps so that the labs would be accurate. (Need to give the blood time to carry off what’s in the PICC line.) I hurried home and just got the groceries into the house and put away and Patrick fed when his nurse knocked on the door.

I gathered up the supplies she’d need for the tests then held him while she drew them. She asked what his last temperature had been, and since I hadn’t taken once since he woke up, she did. It read 99.5.

Any rise in temperature can be an early sign of infection so I stuck a thermometer in my pocket to do temp checks every half hour. Then I took him upstairs to change his diaper only to discover his ostomy bag had leaked. He was pretty mad, but I pulled off a quick change and took his temperature again.. Still high.

I grabbed a quick lunch and put on replacement fluids (saline solution via IV). He needed some anyway and if he runs a fever he needs extra hydration. By then he was getting quite mad and so I piled everything to work on his tubing change around me and snuggled him up in my lap to try to help him sleep.

At 2 I traded replacement fluids for IV antibiotics, and when those were done, started prepping the new day’s TPN. When I opened up the backpack around 2:30 to see what time I had left in the day’s TPN program, I noticed a bad mistake. I’d failed to turn the pumps back on after the blood draw.

Without TPN running, Patrick’s blood sugar plummets, so I hurried and got him a bottle and then gave him a couple of licks of a glucose tablet to help keep him up. I made a record fast tubing change then reprogrammed the pumps to slowly “taper up” the rate of infusion to avoid going from very low blood sugar to something too high.

Finally with TPN running again, Patrick calmed down. But his temp was still between 99 & 99.5. My next option was to try to get him to rest. So we snuggled up on the couch so he would sleep. He’d sleep as long as I was right there holding him. So, while he slept, I talked to his transplant coordinator in Seattle and then sent an e-mail to his GI here to try to get sorted out a positive blood culture that showed up in his labwork last week.

The evening was calmer. Brian worked a bit late which gave me extra time to get dinner ready.

Around 8 we started working on the bedtime routine. One of Patrick’s meds needs to be given on an empty stomach so he gets that around 8:30. Then Brian and I work together to make new formula & bottles for the night and to prime the tubing for the feeding pump that drips formula into his stomach all night. He gets one antibiotic through his g-tube right now. We have to draw it out of a vial with a syringe and then change tips to something that fits his feeding tube and flush it in there.

Then we connect his feeding tube, flush his PICC line to make sure it’s still running well, and change him into P.J.’s. Tonight he gets to sleep in a onesie to help keep his temperature down, though.

At 9, Patrick ate and then curled up and went to sleep. Because Brian was home, we stayed up watching T.V. while we gave antibiotics. He gets 3 at night, plus more replacement fluids. We have to switch medicines and flush lines at 9:30, 10:00 and 11:00 p.m.

And that is why I’m up blogging right now. His last antibiotics are just finishing up, so I need to go take them off and make sure that the unused line is “heparinized” for the night. If I’m quiet, I hope to do it without waking him and make it to bed by midnight.

It sounds like a lot, but this has actually been a mostly relaxing day.. except the part in the middle when Patrick’s TPN was off and he felt awful. Last temp was actually low… so I hope that the other high numbers were a result of the heat of the day or the fact that he’s cutting a few teeth.

Thank You

Before I say anything else in this blog, I need to begin by saying THANK YOU! Since we made the decision to adopt Patrick we have been overwhelmed by the show of generosity and support from everyone we know – and many we don’t. We’ve been the recipients of countless kindnesses and gifts including clothes, toys, blankets, and help with other baby needs for Patrick, help with meals, household chores, yardwork, and even completely redoing a room to be a nursery. You’ve been the listening ears, the helping hands, the friendly smiles, and the shoulders to cry on as we’ve gone through all this journey has taken us through over the past several months.

Some of the kind gestures are small things you may not remember and others have come at great personal sacrifice.

Raising Patrick, helping him grow in both body and spirit, making whatever time he has on this earth the very best it can be, and giving him every opportunity to live as long as he can… is the type of endeavor that requires an army of willing volunteers… and we are grateful to all of you who have joined in that effort. You have lightened our load. And you have bettered his life.

Amazingly, with all you do, I’m always being asked what more you can do.

So, for those of you who want something else… we are working now to raise money to cover expenses above and beyond what our insurance and savings can provide. On this website, you’ll find ideas or ways you can help – whether with a monetary donation or a few minutes of your time. My mom is our campaign coordinator and she can also help to point you in the right direction.

Children’s Organ Transplant Association

I wanted to take a minute to tell you about a group called theChildren’s Organ Transplant Association. This is a charitable organization devoted to making organ transplant available to children, regardless of financial circumstances.

The estimated price tag on a small bowel transplant is approximately $1 million. We are fortunate to have very good insurance and to be pretty solid financially right now. Nevertheless, every doctor’s visit, every trip to the E.R., and every new medication comes with a co-pay. And while we have an out-of-pocket maximum, it doesn’t apply to co-pays. Right now, that’s expensive, but manageable. After transplant, we are looking at doctors visits several times a week and about 50 medications at a time.

Besides the medical bills, an out-of-state transplant center brings its own expenses. We pay for transportation and hotels every time we go for an outpatient checkup. When transplant comes, we’ll need to book a flight at the very last minute, meaning steep airfare or, even more pricey, a charter flight to get to Seattle in the required 6-8 hours. Then we’re looking at splitting our income across 2 states for about 6 months as I stay with Patrick during his recovery while Brian works here at home.

If I think too much about it, the logistics of this make my head spin.

We’re doing all we can to save while times are good right now. Unfortunately, the more we put ourselves on solid ground, the more “needs-based” programs we are disqualified for.

Enter the Children’s Organ Transplant Association. COTA, as they call themselves, is a 501(c)3 charitable organization. Their purpose is to facilitate fundraising for children needing organ transplants. Funds raised are donated to COTA in Patrick’s behalf.. meaning they are set aside to help cover Patrick’s transplant related expenses.

These funds can help cover any of the costs I mentioned above. They cover anything related to the need for transplant (meaning all the medical stuff we’re doing now both in Salt Lake and in Seattle as well as, for example, medical expenses when he’s an adult that result from being transplanted.)

We have set up a fundraising campaign in Patrick’s name with COTA. It’s being organized by some of my family members and is staffed by family and friends. 100% of what is raised will go to COTA to cover transplant-related expenses. Donations are tax-deductible and some companies will match donations. On top of that, COTA has it’s own matching and incentive programs. COTA estimates we need to raise $70,000. Funds Patrick doesn’t use, for whatever reason will benefit other children.

I’m asked all the time what more people can do to help us. Well, this campaign could use help. It’s all run by volunteers, so if you have some time or ideas, then you can be of help to us. A training/planning meeting is planned for September 1st.

Re-evaluation at Seattle Children’s

You may have heard that Patrick had a day of office visits scheduled at Seattle Children’s hospital last week. After his cardiac arrest and the many complications that followed, they wanted to see him again to see if anything had changed that would affect his transplant status. They also wanted to look to see if he needed to be listed for a liver transplant.

What you may not have heard is that Patrick was hospitalized Sunday night with another infection. This time it was a staph infection which, if caught early, can be treated through his central line and clear easily or, if more established or more resistent, could become a very persistent infection that can hang on for months.

I called Seattle Children’s and tried to reschedule our appointment. However, Dr. Horslen was going to be away for the next several weeks and they didn’t want him to stay inactive on the transplant list for that long. After a few days and some discussion, we made the decision on Tuesday to have Patrick admitted at Seattle Children’s so they could both treat the infection and do the evaluation.

We got the final go ahead late in the day Tuesday. I was up till 1 a.m. packing. Wednesday he was discharged from Primary Children’s with just time to go directly to the airport. The flight went well. They only real difficulty was that Patrick’s ostomy bag started leaking at takeoff. Well, and that I got a tad bit lost in the airport because we landed in the international terminal and airports aren’t as well marked when you have to take the back elevator routes.

Nevertheless, we arrived at Seattle Children’s around 6 p.m. – just as they were changing shifts. We met part of the medical team that would be following him and, as usual, wowed them by giving them in writing all the information they really would need. It took some time to get orders written, so we had another late night as labwork and meds came trickling in. It was about 2 a.m. before we made it to bed again.

The nice thing about being inpatient is that it gave me a sense of what things will be like during his recovery after transplant. We started with an early abdominal ultrasound, specifically a doppler. Yes, this looks a bit like the weather map images, only it shows the flow of blood through the veins. They were looking to see if portal hypertension was developing. (As the liver scars, it starts to send blood through other vessels creating extra blood pressure through them. It can cause lots of complications.)

The team rounded about 10 a.m. It was a big group, about 15 people, including his GI Dr. Horslen, his transplant coordinator, nutritionist, and others who specifically follow him. They had looked at the ultrasound and the labs from the night before and at his labwork. Both looked as good or better than they had in April.

Dr. Horslen came back later in the day to talk to me and said he was very glad we’d come. He’d imagined he’d find Patrick in much worse shape after the reports he’d been getting. He did a physical examination, too, and then said that he didn’t think Patrick’s liver was really in bad shape yet. He said that the problems with his spleen were probably mostly due to the many months of infection that Patrick has been through, meaning that hopefully when he’s healthy, his spleen will improve, too.

We discussed other goals, too… including taking down Patrick’s ostomy and replacing his PICC line with a broviac line when he could have surgery. We’ve been going the rounds on the question on whether or not Patrick should have his g-tube removed, too, before portal hypertension makes it bleed and be more difficult to close. However, Dr. Horslen said he was under the impression it was unused when he recommended that, and that if we were using it, he’d be ok with us leaving it in.

It was great to talk to him and to watch him play with Patrick. Not only is he brilliant, but he has a wonderful bedside manner. It made me happy to remember that there was at least one big reason why we chose Seattle Children’s for transplant.

We also had visits that day from the nutritionist and a care coordinator. And then in the afternoon we got to have a little bit of lazy time. Child Life brought Patrick some bubbles and it was fun to watch him experience those for the first time.

When the nurse came on the night shift and Patrick was playing with her while she took vitals she frowned and said “Do you really have to go home tomorrow?” I was surprised because I’d expected to need to be there at least through the weekend… But before midnight they had me making lists of what would be needed for me to be able to go home on the 5 p.m. flight the next day.

Rounds in the morning confirmed that they felt Patrick could go… assuming that we made sure he got a visit from Dr. Reyes, his surgeon.

The rest of the morning I packed and kind of waited for word that we were really going. A volunteer came to play with Patrick so I’d have hands free. About noon, I still hadn’t heard one way or another, so my nurse started making calls for me. I looked at flights and now there was only 1 left and the price had doubled. But – the insurance company agreed they’d rather pay for extra airfare than another night in the hospital – and so I started working on booking a flight home.

Dr. Reyes came in about 1. We talked again about the importance of taking down Patrick’s ostomy. He told me a bit about starting intestinal transplants in Pittsburgh 15 years ago. (He was on the team that did the first ones.) And he explained how they’d learned that the surgery wasn’t really effective without a strong GI team behind it to make sure the patients stayed healthy. He also explained that one thing they’d learned in that time is that survival rates are better without an ostomy.

I ran our other surgical plans past him (liver biopsy, broviac line, and possibly g-tube.) He looked at me and said, “Leave the g-tube in. He’ll need in later.” So I guess that settles that.

He left and I immediately went back to booking a flight. Meanwhile, the care coordinator came and brought me a cab voucher. My nurse got Patrick ready and booked the cab while I got the ticket. And I literally hung up the phone, put away a few things, and walked out the door.

The flight home went smoothly. Howie was there to meet us. We had some adventures waiting on the way home including a flat tire, a broken jack, and eventually a tow home. But at last, we are home.

They discussed Patrick’s transplant status in their meeting yesterday. They were ready to move him back to status 1 for a small bowel. They will not yet list him for a liver. When they checked his labs, though, they found a blood culture positive for infection… so the doctors are discussing what to do now. He’s not sick and it could have been a contaminated sample. But they have to work that out before Patrick’s listing is made active again. Time will tell.

Recovering at home

I’m happy to announce some tremendous news! Patrick made a miraculous and quick recovery after my last post. The day after my last post, after much fasting and prayer by friends, family, and even people we don’t know, we walked into the ICU to find Patrick smiling and playing in his crib. He turned his head, saw Brian and me, and smiled. Over the next couple of days he continued to make steady improvement.

They gave him some steroids which helped reduce the swelling in his throat and his breathing became much less labored. Ear, nose & throat came and looked at his upper airway and determined that his vocal chords were ok and that, although he had swelling below them, that there wasn’t any evidence of scarring or other permanent damage. The only limitation that they placed on him was that he not be reintubated except for life-saving procedures for the next 6 weeks.

Neurology also came by several times in that day and watched as he progressed, began interacting with me, focusing his eyes, moving his arms and hands more normally… and in the end decided that there didn’t seem to be any evidence of a problem there that would merit further attention.

Next, they scheduled for him to go back to Special Procedures and to have another PICC line placed. Because his antifungal medications aren’t compatible with TPN, he needs two points of access. Amazingly, they were able to get a double lumen PICC placed. This means that there are essentially two tubes wrapped into one and placed in the same vein… instead of having a line in each arm. With that in place, they removed all of the other lines in his body.

The PICC made him sore, but by Thursday that was their primary complaint and they decided to transfer him out of the ICU into the infant unit.

Also Thursday he had a swallow study done. This means that they mixed contrast into apple sauce and put some him a bottle and had me feed it to him while they watched it go down his throat on floroscope. Having fasted or been fed by G-tube for 2 weeks, Patrick thought this was heaven and was furious when it was done. The end result was that he swallows perfectly… pretty amazing for a kid who is barely allowed to eat.

That confirmed, they started giving him bottles again. However, his gut had gone unused so long that it’s still working on recovering. We started out with just 2.5 cc’s every 3 hours…that’s about 1/4 tsp.

Saturday night Patrick’s PICC line got tugged and the vein started to swell. He woke up in the middle of the night and really didn’t sleep the rest of the night. We worried that it might need to be replaced again… but with some rest and elevation and heat, it slowly started to show signs of recovery.

Finally, Monday his electrolytes, stool output, feeds, and PICC line were all stable enough and at noon that day we were able to bring him home.

You should have seen how big his eyes got when we pulled into the garage! I was all grins and giggles when we walked into the house. As per tradition, once we got business squared away, Patrick and I curled up in my bed and went right to sleep. He slept till 5:30, completely peaceful.

We’ve been home for a few days now and are finally getting back into the swing of things. Family and friends have been great – bringing in meals and coming to sit with him during the day so that I can get things caught up around the house. He’s having a hard time getting used to sleeping through the night again. He doesn’t like being on his back since spending so much time in a bed. And I’m having a very hard time getting used to caring for a double lumen picc. But we are slowly moving forward and today, for the first time, has felt like routine again.

He needs to be seen ASAP in Seattle so that they can determine if he can be put back as status 1 on the intestinal transplant list. They are also looking at possibly listing him for a liver-intestine transplant, as well… since the problems with his spleen could be evidence of scarring in his liver. We have a trip planned from Wednesday through Friday next week… with appointments most of the day Wednesday. This will be my first time travelling alone with Patrick. It’ll be a process, I’m sure… But hopefully well worth the effort. If nothing else, it’ll be good practice for me.

It’s hard to believe that just weeks ago we were sure we’d lost our little boy. He has so much light and life in his spirit right now. He’s pretty weak still and we’re working on getting him back to eating what he had been eating before… And both of us have to get used to that line in his arm. But things in this house are calm and happy. It’s so good to be together… and so good to be home!