Today was a good day.
When I got to the hospital this morning, James was WIDE awake and acting a little "hangry". (Who could blame him? He hadn't eaten since Monday afternoon!) During rounds just an hour earlier his doctor decided to take him off of the oxygen machine, and had one of his IV's taken out. But the best news of all... He was going to get to try to eat today!
About 11 this morning, his nurse started getting him ready to eat, and by 2 I got to give him his first bottle. He has since had a second bottle, and seems to be tolerating both of them well.
Now that he's got his bowels working properly, James is not wasting anytime with his recovery. He wants to eat, sleep, poop, and pee just like a healthy baby his age should. He seems bound and determined to get home as soon as possible. He was only home for 23 hours before all of this, so he never had a chance to unpack his bags and settle in.
As for mom and dad, we are relieved to have gotten over this first hurdle. Everyday he gets a little better, and for that we are extremely grateful.
Saturday, September 26, 2015
Friday, September 25, 2015
The first week: We make plans and God laughs
Our precious baby James turned one week old yesterday. We celebrated with his grandparents, his Aunt, and a couple of close friends in the OR Waiting room at Cooks Children's hospital.
James was born on Thursday, September 17th, at 8:07 pm. Mom and baby came out of the C-section looking great. James got to meet his family, and then he, Mom, and Dad settled in for their first night in the hospital.
The first doctor to walk in our room the next morning was the hospital pediatrician. He was there to let us know that he believed James showed signs of Down syndrome, and wanted our consent to send some blood off for genetic testing.
In that moment I was barely awake, and didn't know what to make of what he was saying. Down syndrome?!? Seriously?!? Surely this guy was wrong. My baby was perfect. Alex and I were worried that the test might come back positive, but we were just sure that the pediatrician was being overly cautious. Surely we had nothing to worry about. We got through the rest of our hospital stay, and headed home Sunday afternoon.
Monday morning I called and scheduled all of our follow up appointments. His pediatrician wanted to see him that afternoon, so we packed the diaper bag and set out for his first outing. We were only going to be gone for an hour, so we packed lightly.
All snuggled up in an adorable outfit, we headed off to the doctor. We were taken back to a room pretty quickly, and I started filling out a mountain of paper work while Alex helped the nurse check James' vital signs. The doctor walked in, introduced herself, and that is the moment that our world completely changed.
The crazy hospital pediatrician was right. The test was positive. James had Down Syndrome.
I was completely devastated and overwhelmed by the number of questions I had swimming around in my head. Will he stick out at school? Will he be able to make friends? Will he be made fun of? Will he ever be independent? Will he have to live with us for the rest of his life? How do I raise a special needs child? Can we do this? Where do we start? What do we do now?
I was trying my best to silence the questions so I could listen to what his doctor was saying, but it was really hard to concentrate. I tuned back in when Alex started asking questions. Apparently the doctor had been giving us a list of basic things to watch in newborns. She was saying that we needed to go to the emergency room if his temperature ever was higher than 100.4 or lower than 97.6. Alex pointed out that when the nurse took James's vitals, his temperature was 97.5. Dr Wallace got out her thermometer and said we better double check his temp. This time it was 97.4.
I was already a mess, but that is when the bad news really started spiraling out of control. After several minutes of trying to raise his temperature, it only continued to drop. We were told that the next step was to take him to the Cooks Children's emergency room, but that they didn't suggest that we take him ourselves. The ambulance was on its way to transport us.
... Ok wait a minute... We just came here for a quick check up. Now we are leaving in an ambulance?! This can't be real... People have normal healthy babies everyday. What were we doing wrong?
The transport team showed up. They checked his vitals again, and took him in the hall to load him into a warmer while Alex and I signed the first of many consent forms and gathered his things. I stepped out in the hall and saw him hooked up to several monitors and strapped into the warmer. It was hard to watch. How had we gone from having a happy healthy baby to this?
Sometime during the trip to the hospital, it was decided that James would be admitted directly into the NICU. We were skipping the emergency room entirely. We spent the next several hours running tests and waiting on the results. They left no stone (or organ) un-turned. He was given an entire work up from head to toe, and they were checking specifically for Down Syndrome related complications. By that evening it was determined that he most likely had a disease called Hirschsprung's disease (a defect in his colon) and a hole between the left and right chambers of his heart. James was 4 days old, And it looked like he would be facing two major surgeries.
The next morning we had a plan. We were going to start by fixing his colon. That surgery would take place within the next 48 hours. We were going to continue to monitor his heart, but ideally they wanted to wait until he was at least 4 months old to perform the procedure to close that hole.
After a couple of days spent making sure that the Hirschsprung's diagnosis was correct and evaluating the extent of the problem, James had the surgery to fix his colon. The surgery went really well, and he is currently resting and recovering. If all goes well over the next 48-72 hours, he should be able to start feeding.
Alex and I are extremely grateful for all of the love and support we have received so far. We still have a long way to go, but James is proving to be strong and resilient.
We will do our best to keep this blog up to date with his condition for anyone that wants to follow along as we are introduced to our new reality.
P.S. For any of you that are avid "googlers", like me, and want to do some research on James' condition, I highly suggest you start by using the resources on the Cooks Children's website. There are a lot of scary, non-factual websites out there.
James was born on Thursday, September 17th, at 8:07 pm. Mom and baby came out of the C-section looking great. James got to meet his family, and then he, Mom, and Dad settled in for their first night in the hospital.
The first doctor to walk in our room the next morning was the hospital pediatrician. He was there to let us know that he believed James showed signs of Down syndrome, and wanted our consent to send some blood off for genetic testing.
In that moment I was barely awake, and didn't know what to make of what he was saying. Down syndrome?!? Seriously?!? Surely this guy was wrong. My baby was perfect. Alex and I were worried that the test might come back positive, but we were just sure that the pediatrician was being overly cautious. Surely we had nothing to worry about. We got through the rest of our hospital stay, and headed home Sunday afternoon.
Monday morning I called and scheduled all of our follow up appointments. His pediatrician wanted to see him that afternoon, so we packed the diaper bag and set out for his first outing. We were only going to be gone for an hour, so we packed lightly.
All snuggled up in an adorable outfit, we headed off to the doctor. We were taken back to a room pretty quickly, and I started filling out a mountain of paper work while Alex helped the nurse check James' vital signs. The doctor walked in, introduced herself, and that is the moment that our world completely changed.
The crazy hospital pediatrician was right. The test was positive. James had Down Syndrome.
I was completely devastated and overwhelmed by the number of questions I had swimming around in my head. Will he stick out at school? Will he be able to make friends? Will he be made fun of? Will he ever be independent? Will he have to live with us for the rest of his life? How do I raise a special needs child? Can we do this? Where do we start? What do we do now?
I was trying my best to silence the questions so I could listen to what his doctor was saying, but it was really hard to concentrate. I tuned back in when Alex started asking questions. Apparently the doctor had been giving us a list of basic things to watch in newborns. She was saying that we needed to go to the emergency room if his temperature ever was higher than 100.4 or lower than 97.6. Alex pointed out that when the nurse took James's vitals, his temperature was 97.5. Dr Wallace got out her thermometer and said we better double check his temp. This time it was 97.4.
I was already a mess, but that is when the bad news really started spiraling out of control. After several minutes of trying to raise his temperature, it only continued to drop. We were told that the next step was to take him to the Cooks Children's emergency room, but that they didn't suggest that we take him ourselves. The ambulance was on its way to transport us.
... Ok wait a minute... We just came here for a quick check up. Now we are leaving in an ambulance?! This can't be real... People have normal healthy babies everyday. What were we doing wrong?
The transport team showed up. They checked his vitals again, and took him in the hall to load him into a warmer while Alex and I signed the first of many consent forms and gathered his things. I stepped out in the hall and saw him hooked up to several monitors and strapped into the warmer. It was hard to watch. How had we gone from having a happy healthy baby to this?
Sometime during the trip to the hospital, it was decided that James would be admitted directly into the NICU. We were skipping the emergency room entirely. We spent the next several hours running tests and waiting on the results. They left no stone (or organ) un-turned. He was given an entire work up from head to toe, and they were checking specifically for Down Syndrome related complications. By that evening it was determined that he most likely had a disease called Hirschsprung's disease (a defect in his colon) and a hole between the left and right chambers of his heart. James was 4 days old, And it looked like he would be facing two major surgeries.
The next morning we had a plan. We were going to start by fixing his colon. That surgery would take place within the next 48 hours. We were going to continue to monitor his heart, but ideally they wanted to wait until he was at least 4 months old to perform the procedure to close that hole.
After a couple of days spent making sure that the Hirschsprung's diagnosis was correct and evaluating the extent of the problem, James had the surgery to fix his colon. The surgery went really well, and he is currently resting and recovering. If all goes well over the next 48-72 hours, he should be able to start feeding.
Alex and I are extremely grateful for all of the love and support we have received so far. We still have a long way to go, but James is proving to be strong and resilient.
We will do our best to keep this blog up to date with his condition for anyone that wants to follow along as we are introduced to our new reality.
P.S. For any of you that are avid "googlers", like me, and want to do some research on James' condition, I highly suggest you start by using the resources on the Cooks Children's website. There are a lot of scary, non-factual websites out there.
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