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Dec 12, 2011 |
One year ago! It has been one year and what a year it has been! Ben has been on quite the roller coaster ride, and taken us with him!
One year ago today, I thought I was taking Ben in for a tummy bug. We had all had a GI bug go through our house. The girls got it, Joe got it, then I got it. I assumed since I was breastfeeding that Ben would not get it. But, he started throwing up. Since he was one month old, they had us bring him in.
One year ago, I brought our baby in to the pediatrician, he started having breathing problems on the way there. The pediatrician administered a breathing treatment, for which Ben did not wake up for. The pediatrician did not like that, so he sent us to the ER.
One year ago today, I left the pediatrician and headed to the ER, thinking they would keep us overnight possibly, since he was so little and was throwing up. Maybe dehydration?
I brought him in to the ER. The nurses looked concerned. His temp was 95.4°. I remember this because I thought it was due to it being so cold out. They said that no, his temp would not be that low just due to being in the cold. They started the same battery of tests they do for a high fever in a baby. Catheterization for urine, blood, spinal tap. He didn't even flinch for the blood. That worried me, but I still didn't think we would be there more than a couple of days. The nurse in the ER let me know that we would be observed in the PICU for at least two days, maybe a week. I thought, "I can handle that. I don't have to start work until January 3rd. This will be fine. We will get through it." We got to the PICU and things went down from there. The PICU attending at Edward thought Ben's liver felt enlarged. They did an EKG and X-ray and more labs. At this point, I was thinking Ben might have some liver problems. Which I thought that was horrible. Little did I know, at that point, that it would be much much worse.
One year ago today, they told me they were calling the head of pediatric cardiology to come personally do an echocardiogram on him. It might be a problem with his heart since they saw something weird on the chest x-ray. They wanted her in there personally, since she was the best one at Edward. They told me she should be there in about 20 minutes. While we were waiting they told me his breathing sounded funny again and they might want to have him on a vent. I started crying, but wanted to do what was best for my baby. The head of cardiology got there and reviewed his EKG and did the echo. She had me sit down. She told me my baby would need to be vented and had a problem with his heart. Something called
dilated cardiomyopathy. Basically his heart was not squeezing hard enough. The cardiologist also told me that he was in very critical condition. He might not make it through the night, and they needed to life flight him to Lutheran General because they had an infant
ECMO machine and Edward did not. I had been on and off the phone with Joe and my mom all night. I had told my mom I didn't think she needed to come at first. After I heard that, I called her and Joe back. I told Joe to get down there right now. Luckily, our friends took the girls, even though it was midnight. Joe says the girls knew something was going on and were very good about getting up and in the car. I called my mom and, between sobbing, told her she should get down here right now! Since she is in Indiana and we are in IL it took her a while. The cardiologist came back in and talked to me, she said that she changed her mind and wanted Ben at Children's Memorial in Chicago. They were the only ones in Illinois that could do an infant heart transplant if needed.
One year ago, that's when I heard the words "infant heart transplant." Something no mom should have to think about in relation to her 1 month old. Ben was getting worse before my eyes. I had the nurse call the chaplain. He talked to me, he blessed Ben before his helicopter flight. He held me up when I thought I was going to collapse from grief. He was a wonderful man! I am very thankful he was there, especially before Joe got there and I only had one of the nurses talking to me. The flight crew from
Lifestar-1 came in to transport Ben to
Children's Memorial. I kissed Ben a lot. The nurses warned us that he may not make the flight, but it was safer than an ambulance, they would get him there quicker. Joe and I rushed down the highway at breakneck speeds, beating the helicopter there. We got there at about 3 in the morning on Dec 13th. My sister met us there about fifteen minutes later.
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Making mischief! |
It has been very hard reliving this. I have cried a few times thinking it all over. How critical he was, how my family all came to the hospital sometime between 3 AM and 8 AM and were with us all day. How we all worried forever. Would he make it through each night? What would we do with the girls if this turned in to an extended hospital stay? How would they react to their brother being critically ill? How hard it was seeing 5 doctors, three or four nurses, a respiratory technician and the paramedics all in his room at Children's Memorial, fighting to save his life. Fighting to give him a second chance at life. Luckily, we had some amazing friends that helped us out tremendously, letting the girls stay overnight on their school days and helping with transportation to the houses they would stay at, or to school, etc.
But, as you all know, the story does not end there. Ben received his second chance at life on January 5th, 2012. His beautiful new heart. For which we will be forever grateful to his donor family. I will of course, be posting about that on January 5th, 2013. The moments leading up to that, the call, and the day of surgery. You can all expect another long post then (for which I am sure I will need to take another three days to prepare to fight through the tears). We saw our baby laying in the tiny little crib and I kept fearing the
worst every single day. When his heart rate would shoot up to almost 300 beats per minute, I didn't know if he would make it. When he needed more pressure
support, I worried. I can not even begin to say thank you enough, to the donor family. How hard that must have been to make that decision. They made a very selfless decision in their time of grief. And because of that, our son is here today, making mischief as any 1 year old should. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts!
