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Monday, May 7, 2012

Sugery, Hospital Visit #4, and Seizures? Oh My!


SURGERY

Tuesday, April 10, 2012
How does a mother even attempt to sleep when her baby is going through surgery bright and early in the morning?  IMPOSSIBLE!  Part of me was giddy at the thought that all of Jayson’s problems could be solved in the morning.  This might be the last that Jayson had to fight to breathe.  The other part of me was terrified for my little guy.  I was looking up more information in the early early morning hours about Jayson’s condition and the procedure he is having done.  I thought it might make me feel more comfortable so that I might get some sleep, but it did not.  It was a really warm night too.  We opened the windows because Jayson was sweating in his bassinet.   I wanted to make sure he got a good night’s sleep because he would need all of his energy to recover from surgery.  We were told to be at the hospital by 6:30 AM. That meant we needed to leave at 5:30 AM.  That meant we needed to be up at 4:00 AM.  That’s just crazy!  I started to doze off between 3:00 and 4:00 AM and then got up and began getting us ready.  I was a little sniffly that morning, and figured it was because we slept with the windows cracked open.  I started getting Jayson awake and ready and flipped out!!  He was coughing, sneezing and sounded so so congested!  This could NOT be happening!!! They would not operate if he was sick!  And if they tried, they may not find what they need to find!  And it could be much harder for Jayson to recover!  I suctioned him and got a lot out.  I bulb syringed him and got even more out.  And even then snot was dripping down his face.  This was terrible and I was a train wreck.  I blamed myself.  I never should have had people over for the blessing.  I was nervous to, and I should have gone with my mother’s intuition.  I should not have opened the windows!  So stupid of me!!  How could I be so cautious for weeks and blow it in one night?  I finished getting my stuffy baby ready to go and we headed out the door, wondering whether or not they would operate.

We arrived at the outpatient surgery area of the hospital and it sort of felt like a carnival.  There were a lot of people there, and kids were running around and playing everywhere.  The poor little suckers didn’t know what was coming.  I was greeted by a volunteer usher who informed me I had to check in at a kiosk.  A kiosk??!!!  See?  Carnival.  I would have received a vibrator to tell me when it was my turn, except they ran out.  We kept Jayson out in the hallway and not in the waiting room.  I could not begin to fathom the amount of germs brewing in the carnival room.  They called Jayson’s name and I got registered and got my admission bracelet.  I thought about asking for a bounce back pass, but thought it might not be appropriate.  We waited some more, and then got called back.  Jayson got his vitals taken and then we changed him into his adorable hospital gown.  He seriously is soooo cute!  I talked to the nurse about my concern for Jayson’s congestion, and how it just came on this morning.  She listened to him and examined him, and determined that he was well enough to proceed.  PHEW!  I was still nervous, and hoped he was strong enough to recover well.

We went to another room, which was just as full but not nearly as chaotic, to wait for the doctor and anesthesiologist to see us.  They each came and said a couple of words that I can’t remember and asked us to follow them towards the operating rooms.  We carried Jayson and all of his equipment until we met a set of double doors.  The anesthesiologist said this is where we part ways.  My heart broke.  This was the first time in Jayson’s entire life I had left his side through something traumatic.  I could not follow him into that operating room and it killed me.  I knew he would look for me.  I knew he would want me.  I just hoped he would be out soon with the gas and anesthesia.  I kissed him and cried.  I watched the anesthesiologist walk through those doors with the most precious person in the world to me hoping he would realize how special my little one is, and praying he would treat him with care and comfort him while I was away.

Mike and I sat on a nearby bench and just looked at one another.  I’m sure we were thinking similar things.  Suddenly I needed to visit the bathroom, as I often did, and relieve my feelings of anxiety, sadness and fear into the toilet.  Why did I never feel better?  I was shaking, but convinced myself to get up off of the bathroom floor so we could go to the waiting room.  We grabbed some breakfast and waited in the waiting room for any sign of news.  This room was also full, but had a much more sullen mood to it.  The phone at the front desk rang often with news.  I saw the faces of parents who heard the procedure went well and they could go back to see their child; I saw the faces of parents who heard there were complications and it would be a while before they would have more news.  I wondered which category of parents we would fit into.  After what seemed like a short period of time, our ENT doctor came into to room.  He explained that Jayson was recovering and he did well.  I let out a half of a sigh of relief, and waited to let out the other half upon hearing the surgery had been successful.  The doctor explained he did not see what he hoped to see with the Laryngomalasia.  Where he expected to see excess flaps to trim, they were normal sized.  His airway was slightly narrow, but close to normal sized.  He was frustrated to not see the problem.  He woke Jayson partially and went down again while Jayson was breathing and swallowing normally.  That was when he noticed excess skin on the epiglottis.  It was folding over and closing off his airway.  He did some conservative trimming and called it good.  I let out the rest of my sigh.  It was done.  Jayson would get better.  We found the problem.  I wanted to see my boy.

The doc said we would get a call when Jayson was in the recovery department and went on his way, and left us with pictures of the inside of Jayson’s airway.  I packed up my computer and prepared to be called back.  I jumped up when the phone rang and they called Jayson’s name.  I nearly ran to the room and my heart nearly stopped when I saw my beautiful boy.  He looked terrible.  He sounded awful.  He was sleeping, but his breathing was unbelievably loud.  He had snot and dried tears all over his face.  My poor poor baby.  He had to have been so upset.  He never cries, and I wasn’t there to comfort him.  How traumatizing.  How terrible!  I didn’t dare touch him, but I stood incredibly close.  His face and neck were so swollen I almost didn’t recognize him.  Both hands were all bandaged up and I asked why.  They said a nurse let his i.v. get clogged and it had to be reset in the other hand.  Great.  I just wanted to pick him up and snuggle him and apologize.  I wanted to tell him it would be okay.  The nurse gave him some more pain killer and said he was really congested since surgery.  They had already suctioned him a couple of times.  Poor baby. 

After about 30 minutes, they said he was ready to go to a room.  We went to a hallway of glass-enclosed rooms designed for observation and basic care after an outpatient surgery.  Mike met us there and we both just stood and watched our sleepy little boy wondering how long he was going to sound like a turbo jet every time he breathed.  I started wiping off his face and requested he get put on his high flow, certain that would help him breathe.  The nurse had never heard of it.  Really?  No, not CPAP.  No, not a higher flow of oxygen.  High flow.  She had to call the doctor to ask what it was.  Wow.  I lost all confidence.   I was going to have to be Jayson’s expert, again.  And I was.  A nurse-in-training was left in the room with us while the other nurse left to go call the doctor to see what High Flow was.  An alarm started sounding on the i.v. machine.  I asked the tech why it was making that sound.  She said it sometimes does that.  Geez.  I went to go hold Jayson’s hand when I saw blood was traveling up Jayson’s i.v. and through the tubing.  I told her there was a problem and she said she didn’t know how to fix it.  She went out in the hall and just looked around, “attempting” to find someone to help.  Finally, I stormed out and found our nurse who came in and flushed the i.v. and fixed the problem.  Wow again.  I wonder how it got clogged the first time.  Poor baby.

My favorite respiratory therapist came and set up Jayson’s High Flow system.  He explained to the nurse that I was an expert on this system and could manage any problems.  If not, I could have him paged.  Crazy when the parent becomes the expert in a hospital.  Over time, Jayson’s breathing got quieter and quieter.  His swelling started to go down.  He had some fussing episodes and they treated his pain with Tylenol.  Right after surgery??  Really??  Might as well just give him water.  I felt bad and just held and cuddled him as long as I could.  He slept a lot.  He was recovering and sleeping off the anesthesia.  For the most part, everything went smoothly throughout the day and overnight.  He got his last dose of swelling medication before we left to go home the following morning.  His breathing was a lot quieter now, and we were looking forward to seeing the improvements!!  We were so hopeful.



HOSPITAL VISIT #4

Thursday, April 12, 2012
Everything went smoothly once we got Jayson home from surgery.  We gave him constant Tylenol.  I just wanted to run it continuously in his feeding tube.  He was fussy and uncomfortable, and occasionally demonstrated he was in pain.  He slept well that night and didn’t really wake during the night.  I woke up several times to check on him and to give him his antibiotic and Tylenol and he seemed to be sleeping peacefully.  At 7:00 AM I heard his monitor go off.  False alarm, I thought.  I sat up and opened my tired eyes to see his heart rate levels flashing on the monitor.  That hasn’t happened before.  I saw it go from 70’s, to 60’s. 40’s, 30’s, 11.  I just stared.  11.  For several seconds.  I looked at Jayson.  He looked pale, but peaceful.  It seemed like he was breathing, but it was dark.  I was tired.  I didn’t know.  I prayed he would move.  I grabbed his shoulders and moved him from side to side.  He was so clammy and sweaty.  There was a pause, and then he moved, grunted and stretched.  His heart rate jumped back up to the 70’s and then the 120’s.  Phew.  I felt so grateful that he responded to my shaking this time.  I never want to go through trying to wake my baby again and having him be unresponsive.  I watched him closely for about an hour, got him some more milk in his feeding pump, and rocked him for a while.  He was still so tired.  And so was I.  I went back to sleep and decided I’ll call some doctors later to report the incident.  For now, things seemed okay.

I got a phone call from the hospital at 11:00 AM asking how Jayson was doing after surgery.  I reported the event, and the nurse on the phone seemed very concerned.  She told me to call his doctor.  Which one?  The pediatrician that doesn’t really know much about special kids?  My ENT doctor?  The Pulmonary Specialist who specializes in sleep who has retired and moved to Texas?  Which one?  She suggested my ENT doc and the Pulmonary Specialist office.  I made my phone calls and left my messages.  The ENT nurse called me back quickly.  She asked me to relay the events of the morning.  She asked me a couple of questions.  She then sounded very worried and said, “I thought at first there was no way; this had to have been a false alarm.  After talking to you, I’m fairly confident it was not.  I’m going to report this to the doctor right away, and I feel like you should get him ready to come to the hospital.”  The ENT doctor called me shortly after.  I told him what I told the nurse.  He showed the same concern and told me he would feel comfortable if I took him to the hospital to be checked out.  I told him I would think about it and watch him close.  I informed him that the doctors didn’t seem to be too concerned when he quit breathing for a couple of minutes and was being prepped for CPR.  I didn’t expect them to be too concerned this time.  He told me to watch him close then, and to think about having him checked.  I started packing a bag and getting Jayson’s things together.  Grumpily.  I knew what would happen, and I didn’t want to go.  The pulmonary nurse called me back and we did the same run around.  She talked to another Pulmonary Specialist doctor and called me back.  She ordered me to go the E.R.  She said it was a legitimate occurrence and she would inform the people in the E.R. department that I was on my way.  Great.  Now I HAD to go.  I was taking my sweet time, knowing they would likely keep him overnight for monitoring in the E.R. so I didn’t want to arrive too early.  I had him off of his monitor since it was day time and he was awake.  For the heck of it, I hooked him up to his monitor to see where his SATs were at.  Dang.  Bad mom.  His waking heart rate was below 100 and was getting down into the 70’s.  I started crying.  Sobbing really.  I was so tired of being worried.  When one thing starts to improve, another problem pops up.  I started packing frantically and called a close friend to come help while I finished getting ready to go to the hospital.  I called Mike and work and he left early to meet us at the hospital.

We got checked in to the E.R. and a Physician’s Assistant came to examine him.  We relayed the events of the morning to him and his eyes were really big.  He scooted his stool close to me and stared me right in my eyes.  “Why did you not bring him in right when this happened at 7:00 AM?” he asked with a critical stare.  I hostiley said that doctors haven’t been too concerned about my child at this hospital when worse events had occurred, so I didn’t think I needed to bring him in once he responded and was fine.   I told him that Jayson’s heart rate had been lower since surgery, but was still in the low-normal range, and I thought this was a bogus episode.  With urgency he said, “Listen closely.  Your child is NOT normal.  Stop looking at NORMAL ranges and signs for your son.  He is a special case.  If his heart rate gets into the 90’s, you call a nurse.  If it’s in the 80’s, you get him here.  Do you hear me?  I am not a vulgar man, and when I hear you tell me with a straight face that his heart rate was 11, I say HOLY SHIT!  And I don’t swear.  We begin CPR when a heart rate drops below 60.  We use machines to resuscitate when a heart rate drops below 40.  11 is darn near dead.”  I started tearing up.  Why didn’t he just say it?  I’m a terrible mother!  I was wrong!  My motherly instincts were wrong!  And I nearly killed my child!  Great.  It’s their fault for entrusting his fragile life in my care at home.

The actual doctor popped in for a minute.  She didn’t examine Jayson.  She had one purpose.  To make certain that I knew I was an awful mother.  She sat down and looked me in the eyes and said, “Do you understand how bad this is?  A heart rate below 60 is a CODE BLUE.  Your child coded.  If he were here, he would have been intubated and resuscitated. Do you understand that?”  I cried and nodded my head.  Got it.  I’m a piss-poor mother.  I understand.

A cardiologist technician came in and took an EKG.  His rhythm was normal, but his waking heart rate was low- average of 92.  The doctor told us Jayson would be going to PICU.  They said he wouldn’t be allowed on the floor because he coded, and his heart rate was at this moment too concerning to be put on the floor.   Wow.  Our third trip to PICU.

We walked with the respiratory therapist and the nurse to the PICU but had to leave him once again at the double doors.  It was shift change, and the PICU closes to parents for an hour.  I just wanted to be with my baby, but I guess it was also good to be alone with my thoughts.  I was in disbelief this was even happening.  I started calling family and updating them.  After about 45 minutes, a nurse came and got us from the PICU waiting room and took us in to Jayson.  He was pale and listless when we left him.  We walked into a near-private PICU room with a window to find a half dozen people circled around him.  Must be bad, I thought.  Nope.  My son was kicking, smiling and giggling.  The circle of nurses and doctors were being entertained by my sweet boy.  I let out a sigh of relief and kissed him on the forehead.  The nurses and doctors in the PICU asked for the story, once again.  A doctor asked why I brought him to the hospital.  He said, “You said he was pale and sweaty, but after you woke him up he was fine, right?  You weren’t concerned and didn’t bring him to the hospital until later this afternoon, right?  So why did you bring him in if he was doing fine?”  Really?  One minute I’m a horrible mother, now I’m just a psycho overly-cautious one.  Wow.  The team of people explained to me that Jayson was a special case.  I heard this one.  He’s going to do some weird things sometimes, so I need to establish a normal for Jayson.  Blah blah.  Use motherly instincts.  Blah blah.  I know.  That’s why I didn’t call until late morning.  That’s why I called doctors instead of bringing him in.  So why did I get an ear full from E.R.?  They said the E.R. docs aren’t as familiar with special case kids.  Okay.  Again, I’m on my own.  I can’t depend on anyone here.  At least my motherly instincts were not wrong.  I did not see a reason to freak out, so I didn’t.  That doesn’t make me a bad mom.  I just followed my instincts.  The PICU nurses and doctors made fun of the E.R. docs for a few more minutes and questioned why he was even sent to PICU. We were told we had the healthiest boy in the history of PICU.  Haha.  That was nice to hear for a change.  Within the hour, we were wheeled up to the floor and into a private room.

A doctor came and met with us.  We retold our story and she came up with a plan.  They ran virus tests in the E.R. and we were waiting for results.  She wanted to run another urinary tract infection test to rule it out.  Really?? He wasn’t running a fever.  She insisted it was critical to rule it out.  He had to have yet another catheter.  Poor poor baby.  She also ordered a catscan to see if we’re missing anything in the brain.  He head is oddly shaped and we wanted to be sure his plates weren’t fusing.  This concern had been brought up many times, so I agreed to it. 

Friday, April 12, 2012
We went into radiology at 12:30 AM.  Jayson hated the big machine, but I sang lullabies to him American Idol style so they were loud enough for him to hear.  I thought he did fairly well.  We went back to our room and tried to get some sleep.  I met the team of doctors in the morning and was informed half of the virus tests were clear, the urinalysis was clear, and the CT scan was mostly normal.  He has some flattening on one side of his head, but nothing too concerning.  They explained the episode could have happened by him refluxing and it hitting the vagus nerve which would send the body into shock.  Their plan was to observe him one more day and night and see if he has any other episodes.  Sounds good.

 Mike was with back with me that morning.  We made the most of our day and spent time together as a family… in the hospital… as we often times do.  I looked up info about their possible explanation, and it made sense.  It was common for babies with bad reflux to have these episodes with the vagus nerve and code for a brief moment.  Everything went well and looked normal at the hospital, so we were on our way home the following day.  

Saturday, April 21, 2012
Best. Day. Ever.  I needed today. I woke up today with a fresh perspective.  Instead of hating my life, my situation, my house, etc.  I woke up loving everything.  I loved my bedroom, my living room, my kitchen, my baby and my life.  I reorganized the master bedroom closet while Jayson took a nap and played on my bed.  I then took Jayson’s 4 month pictures.  He was so smiley and cute.  I packed up Jayson, his feeding pump, his oxygen, and the puppy and we went for a walk in the stroller.  It was such a beautiful day today!  The weather was perfect, and the temperature was in the 80’s.  I didn’t really know where we were going to walk to, but once I got started I thought we would go visit a couple of neighbors!  I felt normal.  I felt like a typical little mommy walking her sweet baby and puppy and showing him off to the neighbors.  It was the best feeling in the world!!  And it was so nice to be out of the house!  We visited the Faulkners and met their new little bunny.  We visited the Beveridges and I talked with Kortney, Joselyn and Jamie for quite a while.  I tried to stop by and see Michelle, but she wasn’t home.  We then stopped by the Tomlinsons to thank Dorothy for making the rice packs to help with little Jayson’s belly aches.  We were all tired and worn out by the time we got home, and the baby and I even turned a little pink from the sun.  We were out for about two hours!!  Mike came home shortly after and I made us some delicious burgers and pasta salad.  I spent the rest of the day cuddling my little guy and watching him do cute things.  He is so close to rolling over!!  And he laughed and smiled at nearly everything.  He loves his little stuffed, crinkle elephant and hugs him.  It is so cute.  Today was a good day.  Every day I’m thankful for the life I live, and today I enjoyed every minute of it.


Sunday, April 22, 2012
Today was my first day back to church.  I just went for sacrament meeting, and it wasn’t what I thought it would be.  This week has been monumental.  I went to work for 4 hours and I went to church.  It felt good to feel normal and do normal life things.  But the truth is, I’m not normal.  My life is not normal.  I am different and right now distraction hurts.  Walking out those doors does not change the reality—my son is fighting for his life every minute.  Things might be going well enough to have me leave the house for a couple of hours, but in all honesty we could end up in the hospital again tonight.  There are so many thoughts and emotions running through my head right now, and quite honestly, it’s seems easier to stay in the house with the walls closing in around me.

I feel guilty.  How can I even think about doing something normal when my little one is at home using every ounce of energy he has to breathe and survive.  How can I have artificial conversations with people knowing my little one is not well.  “How are you doing?”  “That flower garden is looking beautiful in front of your home.”  “Oh, you cut down your tree.”  I feel like I need to dedicate every minute, every thought, every conversation to my struggling son.  Not only do I feel I need to, I do.  I think and talk of little else.
I’m not like everyone else, and no offense, everyone else just irritates me.  I looked around at the principals and church goers around me this week and felt like I didn’t belong.  I’m changed.  I’m different.  I don’t fit in.  I fit in at the hospital with the groups of parents mourning or talking about the milestones their children accomplished while at the hospital.  That’s where I feel comfortable.  I cannot tolerate conversations among principals about how the books they ordered in Spanish are on back order, or about how they are experiencing anxiety while using our website.  Really?  I don’t give a damn.  Honestly, I don’t.  A few months ago, their concerns would have consumed my life.  But right now it’s all so trivial.  Figure it out.  These are things that can be fixed and controlled.  I don’t know that my little boy can be fixed.  Church was difficult today.  I saw parents getting irritated with their children for not being reverent.  I would just love to bring my child to church.  That may not happen for months or years, if at all.   I looked around and saw people who were focused and consumed on their trivial day to day lives.  I remembered when I was worried about whether my legs were shaved for church, whether we got a bench or a metal chair at church, if my hair was done, and if I got a chance to visit with some of my favorite friends and neighbors.  I found myself partially missing that girl who was so care free and positive.  She’s gone.  I’m a new person; I’m a better person.  I’m more serious and mature.  I’m more confident and able.  Before I merely wanted to conquer the world, and now I know I could if I determined that was what I wanted to do.  I’m skeptical and critical.  I no longer trust that everyone has the best intentions.  I know that sometimes things don’t work out.  And I find myself getting frustrated with people who are like I was.  It seems easier to go back to my world of medical equipment and mommy support groups.

When I go out, I realize the world is still going round.  How is this possible when my baby is not well?  My world is not going around.  It stopped.  I don’t know what date it is.  I only know what day of the week it is because I have several doctors appointments each week.  I hate that life is going on around me, passing me by.  I see people having babies, people getting married, businesses opening and others closing.  How can this happen when my world has stopped?

April 27, 2012
I always said I could do this.  I may hate it.  It may be hard.  But I can do this.  I’ve always thought I can do anything but a life-threatening disability, a heart condition, or seizures.  Well, I’m learning I don’t really get to choose.  I’m also learning that Jayson’s condition is very complex and changing.  I’m starting to think that everything isn’t an isolated case.  After our ENT appointment last week, we’ve realized that surgery doesn’t seem to be really helping.  Many things are even worse.  Now, Jayson is displaying seizure-like activity.  It freaks me out and scares me to death. 

Jayson may have been having little seizures for a while now.  Ever since he got his NJ tube placed, occasionally he wakes up in the middle of the night with the “wiggles”.  He’s super squirmy.  He’s half asleep, half awake, and just squirms and wiggles.  We’ve always swaddled him, and it’s even more important now to keep him from grabbing his tubes at night.  The wiggling and squirming got worse after surgery.  I was waking up many times at night to find him restless.  I’ve tried unswaddling, swaddling tighter, adjust the temperature, warming his milk up even warmer, rubbing his back and belly, etc.  Nothing seemed to help, but I wasn’t too concerned.  Jayson got another cold and was struggling to breath last night while Mike was out of time at a convention.  My sister stayed with me and we stayed up most of the night watching him.  I was determined to stay up all night because I was worried.  At about 4:00AM, he started squirming.  Since I was all bright eyed and bushy tailed, I decided to turn on the light and just sit and watch what he’s doing.  I started noticing jerk-like motions and squinting of his eyes and scrunching of his forehead.  I then unswaddled him so I could better see what he was doing.  Oh. No.  There were major jerk-like motions with his arms and legs.  He’d wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, JERK, JERK.  They looked like spasms.  I then remembered one of our little roommates in the hospital and her infantile spasms, which were a bad form of seizures.  His motions resembled hers.  I held him to see if I could calm him and to see what they felt like.  There was no calming him, nor could I really wake him out of this half asleep half awake daze.  And he felt like electrical currents were shooting through his body.  He was definitely not controlling these spams.  I was sick.  I timed them and watched his vitals.  He had clusters and the entire episode lasted for 45 minutes.  I was scared.  He finally calmed and I laid him back in his crib.  I got a couple of hours of sleep before he woke me at 7:00AM with the same spasms.  I woke my sister up and had her video tape his spasms.
I wasn’t quite sure what I should do.  As soon as doctor’s offices opened, I started calling and leaving messages.  I called my NICU nurse friend.  She seemed concerned that they were seizures.  I started feeling my bad feeling; the one I feel when it’s time to go to the hospital.  I slowly started repacking our hospital bag and waited for phone calls back from doctors to decide what I should do.  After I left the room to grab something, I returned to find Jayson’s feeding tube spit out the end and it had drenched my bed with milk. Yuck!  I also noticed his tube was full of green fluid.  What the???  I called my nurse friend again, and she feared the tube was no longer in the intestines, but in the stomach.  I feared the same thing.  His tube had come out quite a bit that morning, and I put it back down and taped it.  I had a feeling it was no longer in place.  Well, at that point, I had no choice.  He had to go to the hospital to have his tube replaced anyway.  So here we go!

I checked in at the E.R. and asked if I had to go through the E.R. to get a tube replaced.  They asked if he was sick.  I said he had a little cold.  The receptionist said he had to go through the E.R. then.  Okay, if we’re going to spend the time and pay the $200 copay, we’re going to have these spasms looked at too!
This E.R. visit was a JOKE.  The physicians assistant spent most of the time with us and she was rude.  She had an attitude of, “Why are you here?”  I showed her my videos and she didn’t feel they were seizures.  She called in a neurologist, who would only look at a portion of my video out in the hall.  The neurologist then popped her head in and said they were not seizures but Myoclonic jerks, and no follow up was needed.  Awesome.  Thanks for your time.

I was glad no one felt they were seizures.  But, I couldn’t deny what I was feeling.  The P.A. also didn’t think the tube was out of place.  She said it is common to get green bile out of the intestines.  Then why  hasn’t it happened before?  Then why were other people concerned about it?  We x-rayed it, and sure enough, it’s BARELY still in the intestines.  I asked them to replace it since it was giving me so much trouble.  No.  They wouldn’t.  Okay, I could tell we were done here.  I wasn’t going to get any of the help I wanted, so we left.  Without answers, we left. 

I went home and researched Myoclonic Jerks.  Yeah, that diagnosis could fit.  But, the only way to diagnose it is through an EEG.  They nearly exactly resemble seizures.  We didn’t do an EEG.  I didn’t feel good about it.  And they were morphing.  Jayson was no sporadically tightening and stiffening up his legs uncontrollably, while awake.  He also started having episodes, while awake.  I had a feeling of impending doom, and I knew things were going to get bad.  Very bad.

May 3, 2012
I want so badly for this to be a memory.  I want even more to forget the memories and the horror I’ve been through.  I’m getting quite the collection of memories that will forever give me nightmares.  Over the past couple of days, Jayson 's seizure-like episodes have gotten worse.  Tonight was the worst one.  No mother should ever have to hold her baby while having a seizure.  Never.  I feel helpless.  There is nothing I can do while my sweet, precious boy is kicking and flailing around, while his head is bobbing back and forth, while his forehead is scowling and his eyes shooting in opposite directions.  And he has started crying.  They are hurting him and there isn’t a dang thing I can do about it. So here I sat on my couch, trying to comfort my baby through an hour long seizure-like episode… by myself… with no explanation and no one to go to.

We called our close friends at midnight and asked them to come give Jayson a blessing.  I wanted him healed.  If doctors couldn’t do it, I was going to depend on God to do it.  I couldn’t sleep with my baby in this state.  They came and Anthony Faulkner gave him a beautiful blessing.  I had faith it would work.  But then, Jayson started having a milder episode while they were there.  It lasted 30 minutes.  He had many more that night and Mike and I slept on the couch next to our little baby, with our hospital bags packed, keeping watch.  Mike had the 12:00-4:00AM shift, and I had the 4:00-7:00AM shift.

I had one more glimmer of hope.  We have a doctor’s appointment in the morning with the Special Care Pediatrician.  He only takes patients with 3 or more serious conditions and with 3 or more hospital admissions.  We were one of those patients.  I wanted him to be Jayson’s savior.  I wanted him to come to our rescue and give us answers no one else could.  We had heard he had done that for others.  I was praying he would do that for us.  In the meantime, I am going to hold my baby, cry and pray.

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