Yippie for the Zippie!

Yep.. the title says it all! It's here! Meagan had a short PT session this morning followed by the rep from Numotion who came out to deliver Meagan's wheelchair! First about her PT session - the PT was actually happy with Meagan today.  We have decided that we are just going to skip working on the arms for now until we have actual answers as to what is going on.  With her AFOs on, and as long as we count her off like she's dancing, Meagan seems to LOVE to move her legs.  We hold her up and she will move her little feet as fast as possible (Thank you 2 years of watching Irish dance!).  So the PT has decided since she enjoys moving her feet, that's the direction we will go.  She is looking in to getting Meagan a gait trainer - we aren't sure how she will tolerate being strapped in, but I think once she realizes she can move it, we will have a lot of success.  Being that for now the arms are a mystery, we are going to work on developing her legs and try to do it in ways that minimize the use or reliance on her arm strength.  The gait trainer will be one way we can do this, along with just holding her and allowing her to "tap tap" her feet as much as possible so she gets the sensation of moving her legs separately..etc.  I'm fine with that plan - it lets us move on in PT without worrying about conquering her arms.  If her arms are going to be a permanent problem, down the road it does raise concerns about falling and balance - not having the arm strength to break falls..etc.. but we will just cross that bridge when we get there.

As for the chair - it is awesome so far and seems like a great fit for Meagan.  It has rugged wheels so we can take it anywhere - the preschool, or a walk on the mountain. The bottom has a huge storage place which will be great when having to transport her feeding bag, along with things for her sisters.  It has a tray which will be wonderful for times Meagan has to wait for her sisters so she has a place to have a few toys, or a puzzle or book.  It has a lot of support for her which is great.  She really needs it in her back especially.  Her abs are incredibly strong but her back is very weak so the supported seat will be great in helping to support those muscles better so they don't continue to get weaker.  It also has a head rest which will be great for her tired days or when she falls asleep.  On the back it has a recline or tilt option - and a hook for her feeding bag so it is secure on the back of her chair especially when in crowded places. There is also a large canopy for when we go places outdoors or in the sun. Even better it folds very easily.  The chair part lifts off easily and the bottom frame folds up with one push of a button into almost the exact same shape as a stroller - which for a busy family of 7 with limited van space is a very important feature!
We are very happy with the feel of it and excited for all the places we can take her in a much more comfortable way!  And it's PINK! What more could a girl want?!

Chair part

Hook for feeding back and pocket for storage

Big rugged wheels and a large storage compartment

Comfortable 5 point harness or the option of just using the seatbelt 

A big tray for playing 

Tilt and Recline options 

Foot rest

She seems right at home! 

Neurosurgery and Neurology Update

I realize I haven't updated since Meagan's hospital stay.  Mostly because there really isn't much "new" news as of yet but there is a lot of "information"we have to sift through... so bear with me as I try to lay it all out.

Meagan did really well with the rest of her ICP monitoring considering the discomfort of the bolt.  Friday morning the PA came by and helped Dr. R take the bolt out.  They had only seen two spikes in ICP during the night when Meagan was sleeping which was odd, but not enough evidence for them to conclude surgery was needed.  I still feel in my "mommy gut" this is a neurosurgical problem with structure or something that is not obvious, but I can't sit there and change Dr. R's mind.  I will admit that I did get emotional when he said to my face was "nothing neurosurgical he could do" for Megs to try and help with her newfound weakness. I cried. Plain and simple.  All the frustration of the last month and a half, plus not having a clear cut answer, plus having the answer I feel deep down is the culprit be pushed to the side all came out.  Very unusual for me, but sometimes things come to a point where the emotion takes over.   It appears now that we will have to somehow "prove" he needs to do some sort of surgical intervention, which is very frustrating.  To be fair, Dr. R has always been good to Megs and had her best interest at heart - but I really have a gut feeling he is giving up in some ways on trying to help alleviate her current problems.  Not sure if it's fatigue, being too attached, or just that he needs her to be in dire straights before he tries anything invasive, but in any case, as a mother who knows her child, it is extremely frustrating.   In my heart I do believe that neurosurgery of some sort is necessary to help correct or at least attempt to correct her latest setbacks (and my hunch is on that shunt that while "working" may not be working ideally for her at this point in her development).... but, because of the reality, I had to accept Dr. R's conclusions (for the time being) and move forward with the next step to figure out her muscle weakness.

Such a rockstar through the whole process

Following his explanation of everything to us, he said he would be passing us along to Neurology.  Of course.  When you have a complex kid with a new problem - what's the easiest thing to do? Pass her on to another specialist.  We rolled with the punches, though, and agreed to meet with the hospital Neurologists.  Dr. R suggested running a panel of blood tests checking for several different genetic markers, muscular abnormalities, neuro muscular markers, etc. etc...  We were fine with exploring this because though I have my hunches, I do not know for certain - so ruling out anything myopathy or syndrome related is a good step.  We did the in hospital consultation with the neurologists there.  It was a lot of me head nodding and saying "oh ok" while they were talking, while at the same time realizing it was very clear we needed to forget them and go through Meagan's own neurologist for the testing.   I was not impressed at ALL with these hospital neurologists and decided we would do the blood testing through Dr. F who has been her neurologist since almost birth.  We got the list of tests from the hospital neurologists of what they wanted tested/ruled out.  They ordered TSH plus free T4, Amino Acid profile, Carnitine Total and Free, Creatine Kinese Total and Serum, Organic Acid Analysis - Urine, and Acylcarnitine Profile, Plasma.  A lot of complicated words having to do with anything from neuro muscular disorders, to metabolic disorders, to simple imbalances in her body's chemical make up.  She went Thursday to have blood drawn and urine taken to get these tests going. So now we wait for those results which should be back to us early next week.

Not a fan of blood draws - but she really did a great job.

Being that we are essentially in a waiting game, Meagan's PT went ahead and asked to have her arms braced.  Week by week she is losing strength in her arms and elbows, and her ligaments are being stretched beyond any healthy level.  We were able to get in yesterday to get Meagan fitted for arm braces.  Due to her current motor issues, and also her tiny size, she ended up having to be casted so the orthotics specialist can custom make her arm braces to both offer her ligament salvaging stability but also facilitate movement so she can continue to try and explore motor development.  Meagan of course did not like being casted, but we were lucky enough to work with the same orthotics specialist we had for her AFO's so she did ok.  The specialist was excellent with Meagan at distracting her, singing to her, and doing almost anything else he could to make her feel comfortable and relaxed and we were so thankful he was there.  We should hear back this week if her orthotics have been accepted by insurance, and then the timeline of when they should be completed for her.  She really won't be happy about these braces - but - whatever we can do to protect those ligaments is worth it.  The last thing we need is long term, long lasting damage to very essential arm movements and connections she will need in the future for her everyday tasks.

Brave girl during her casting

Once Friday came and went, I really was comfortable or at least getting comfortable with Dr. R's assumption that this must be the cause of some myopathy or neurological breakdown.  We had started a ton of reading, research, and acceptance on our part that Meagan has some other stuff going on.  The older girls had a dance competition - Meagan was ok throughout the day - a bit fussy and sleepy, but who can blame her with the music going all day..etc.  That night, Meagan was her normal happy self playing with my dad - singing, being silly and having a great time.  Suddenly I hear my name being called - I came into the living room and Meagan was fairly lethargic but also fussy.  She looked awful and I noticed the large soft spot on her head was extremely swollen and hard to the touch.  I put her upright to try and help with gravity but her spot didn't relax and she became increasingly sleepy.  At that point I decided to call the on call neurosurgeon.  He advised us to watch her at home and if she changed behavior any more to come in to the ER.  We watched Meagan for a while longer with her propped up in our bed and she remained lethargic and would not open her eyes.  We decided it was time to head to Children's.

When her spot first starting growing - was hard as a rock and she passed out soon after.

Luckily my parents were visiting so we could get in the car immediately.  We started to drive and Brian sat in the back to keep an eye on Meagan.  Her soft spot was still swollen and hard and she refused to open her eyes or rouse easily.  Once we were about 20 minutes into the drive she started to stir a little.  We pulled over to a gas station on the side of the road and parked so we could both evaluate her.  Her soft spot was still tense, but not swollen and rock hard like before - and her awareness was improved.  She was able to be woken up a little bit even if only for a second at a time so we talked about whether to continue to the hospital.  If we got to Children's and she wasn't in the worst state she would have been, all it would mean was us telling them what happened, and possibly some unnecessary testing and sticks, so we decided since the situation seemed to be diffusing we would take her back home and watch her through the night.   I am pretty sure I didn't sleep at all that night.  As the night went on her soft spot continued to relax and she slept.  Around early morning, I noticed her soft spot was back to it's baseline - very squishy and relaxed.

Fast forward to a few days later when I was driving the girls to dance class.  Reilly suddenly yelled at me from the back seat that Meagan didn't look very good.  I glanced in my mirror and noticed she looked "off".... the girls tried to wake her up but she wouldn't budge.  I then saw that her soft spot looked large and hard.  I pulled over at the next possible place and got out of the car to check on her.  I took her carseat straps off to help wake her up - but she didn't move.  She looked completely lethargic and out of it.  I sat her up even more than she was and her soft spot did not relax.  I was about to call Brian to see if we needed to rush her in but noticed her spot then started to pulsate a bit - it was tense but a lot less hard.  Over the next several minutes, her soft spot relaxed and she slowly came around.  Once I was sure she was ok, I strapped her back in and continued on to the girls' class, keeping a very close eye on Meagan.

I'm not really sure what happened during these two incidents - they did not look like a seizure to me and I have no other explanation to what happened.  All I know are the facts - and the fact that both times her soft spot swelled up and got rock hard indicates structural/pressure issues not neurological issues.  It almost made me frustrated at being thrown back to Neurology but what is one to do. I am thankful each time resolved on its own - but at this point when you have a kid as tricky as Megs, you almost want it to stay just long enough for the doctors to be able to see what you are talking about so they can have an actual picture in their mind of what we are trying to figure out.  I did take pictures and videos so we have "evidence" in case it is needed but more than anything I hope these incidents to not happen again.  They were quite scary with her so unresponsive.

How Meagan likes to sit now..ouch.

Action shot of her scooching across the floor - happy she still has the will to move, but sad she is ruining her arms and now her wrists.  She is becoming more fatigued after short playtimes as well, whereas before she could scooch around almost all day and have boundless energy.

On a good note, we got a call that Meagan's wheelchair is in! Yay! They said they can deliver it this week so we are very excited to see it and start using it when we go out and about.  I am excited about the extra support she will have, and the large tray available if she wants to play with toys o while waiting for the older girls' at activities or sitting at Mass or a dinner..etc.

That's really all as of now that we know.  It is extremely frustrating to not know what is going on with her because it blocks us from having a treatment plan in place to conquer these new difficulties.  To look at her, generally, you would never know - she is still happy, silly, and such a sweetie.  But to see her losing skills and have trouble with her strength/fatigue level is very frustrating to me.  She is so determined but her body is starting to not cooperate.  Admittedly,this new issue is also worrisome to me.  Why would she suddenly be losing muscle strength now at almost 3 years old? Why are just her arms showing weakness? Why is she looking smaller but not losing actual pounds? Is this weakness progressive? Is it short lived? Is this connected to her decrease in swallowing? Is it permanent but stopping at her arms? There are just so many questions and no answers as of yet.  I am impatiently awaiting the results of her blood work this week.  If there is an answer there, at least it's an answer and then we can decide what we are going to do to work through it.  If there isn't, it will be back to neurosurgery with the normal results saying "Please help."


It's amazing to me to see Meagan's  spirit in spite of some of her motor setbacks as of late. She still scooches around the room, ...and when she falls over just says "hi mommy" and has the biggest smile and will continue to play while laying down.  She still does try to go over on to all fours to attempt crawling again, but when she does, she ends up accomplishing a big face plant right into the floor.  Matter of fact the other day when this happened,  I said "Oh Meagan, are you ok?".... she looked at me with the biggest smile and say "Sorry mommy!"  Break my heart!

Meagan's smile and spirit are absolutely telling of her inner soul - no matter what happens along the way, she is ready to push through and figure out how we can work through it. Luckily we have a great PT helping us through this and trying to help Meagan figure out how to work through her weakness while at the same time being mindful of saving her ligaments from damage.  Quite a frustrating few weeks as we go back and forth between specialists trying to figure out the root of Meagan's recent motor issues.  However, I'm thankful that I'm the one along the way helping to figure this out.  Because the fact that I have to seek the answers for her means she's mine.  And I really wouldn't have it any other way.

Plastic Cups and Basketball

Ten years ago today brings back so many memories.  It was a day I will always remember - a day that changed my life - it was my wedding day.  It's quite interesting to think back on all the things that brought that day together... all the little things like the location, the church, the music, the people, the dress (which I did NOT like on the hanger... lo and behold, it became my dress as soon as I slipped it on..)... and all the things that fell into place to make the Mass and the vows sacred and meaningful, and the things that fell into place to shape our reception into the most fun party I have had in years.  

One of my earliest memories of Brian, besides the fact that he was extremely nice and made me laugh, was seeing him at Mass each week. I had a lot of male and female friends in college - and Brian was one of the few male friends I started to notice would attend every week like clockwork.  It seemed like just an interesting observation, but, it turns out in hindsight, it was probably the single most important thing in our relationship.  At the time, it was attractive because we were of the same faith - and who doesn't like a boy that actually takes himself to Mass... in college!? But I realized over the years it was so much more - it represented commitment, even when other people weren't into it.  It represented humility, even when others were all about "me, me me."  It represented love - no matter what life threw at him, how tough the huge term paper was he had worked on, or hey, how bad the party was the night before,  he was at Mass.  It was just a group of values I started to notice, that grew into admiration, and ultimately culminated in me saying "hey, I want to be with that guy for the rest of my life."

Best day ever!

When Brian and I got married, we of course didn't know what to expect, really. I mean, does anyone?  We had ideals, plans, and priorities for our life together, and one of those priorities was children.  We both knew and had agreed in our promises to each other to honor the dream of children and we were eager to start our family sooner than later. Did we know every challenge our child/ren would bring? Of course not.  But we were ready to jump in.  And go figure - because Meagan always keeps us on our toes in more ways than we bargained for.   Let me catch you up on what has been going on with the little peanut.

As you know, she started sitting well over Christmastime, and shortly thereafter, figured out how to scooch herself forward on her bottom.  Around 5 weeks ago, something "clicked" with her in crawling.  She would go to all fours by herself, and just rock for a few times before doing a head dive on the floor - but hey, it was progress.  Before we knew it later that week she was taking crawling steps (well, moving her hands and dragging her legs) on her own a few at a time.  Both the PT and I felt within a few months,  we would have a pretty good crawler in the house.  Each day she progressed... until about 5 or 6 weeks ago when she literally just stopped.

I wasn't immediately alarmed.  Anyone who knows Hydro knows it's 2 steps forward, 6 steps back at time.. and it's just the name of the game.  I had pretty much forgotten about her even trying to crawl because she was still scooching on her bottom.  That following week, Meagan had an eye follow up.  The conclusion from that appointment was that her right eye was losing vision.  We then had Meagan's appointments with Dr. F (Neurologist) who did an 8 hour EEG on her which was basically "ok."  She did have abnormalities especially when sleeping, but, clinically, her body wasn't doing anything like a seizure at that time, and so he didn't change any meds.

Eyes getting wonky again

About four weeks ago, I noticed Meagan's hand (namely the right) would turn in when she was sitting.  This was not really alarming at first.. I figured it was just a phase.  But then I started to notice it turning in at an extreme angle.  And following that we have had weakness in her arms which has resulted into completely over extended elbows.  One might say so what? Before I answer that, yes, she is still basically happy, which is great, but I noticed a severe decline in where she had been gross-motor wise.  That week, Meagan's PT came for her next session and without me even saying a word, her PT came to the same conclusion.  She gave us exercises to do and strengthen her arms - but nothing was working.  This increased over the last few weeks to whole arm, and now the other side of her body as well.  Even worse, her elbow joints are literally starting to pop out or twist backwards when she sits or tries to scooch because she is relying solely on the joint to "prop" her up, a regression from months before when she was truly engaging her whole arm for support.  We also noticed that for her to chew on a snack here and there, it was almost impossible to swallow.  Some solid foods she was holding in her cheeks until one of us would go clean out her mouth.  Vision loss, muscle deterioration, and balance issues when she was sitting immediately had us thinking something neurological was going on.  Since we had ruled out common things at the Pediatrician, and already ran the gammut of the EEG and blood work/genetic testing with the Neurologist, our next stop of course was Dr. R.

Ouch

Dr. R had us come in a few weeks ago so we could chat about what was going on.  He also had ordered Meagan to have a new MRI so he could check her brain structure..etc.  He saw a few things that could very well be our culprit for her regression.  One was crowding of her brain structures, and the other was her Chiari - which could be acting up again and impacting her progress.  He wanted to bring her in for ICP monitoring (intracranial pressure monitoring... you can read about it here) to see if he could get any more information about why she was having these motor regressions and muscle weakness.  Her arms are so bad now when she tries to use them that our PT actually said until this issue is solved, she is on hold - she doesn't want Meagan to damage her arm joints any more than she already may have and made sure we ordered splints for her arms in the meantime.

Elbows getting so bad

Yesterday I was running errands getting ready to come in today for the testing and one of my stops was at the bank. I was sitting there talking with the banker when Meagan's leg shook.  She was sleeping so I thought nothing of it.  But then it happened again. And again. And then her arms started taking part as well.  The girl looked like someone had squeezed her belly each time so her legs and arms came straight up and out, froze for a split second, and then relaxed totally involuntarily.  These movements continued on and on for almost 2 1/2 minutes and were extremely purposeful and rhythmic.  Seizure. Ugh.  I called Dr. Flamini and Dr. Reisner just to inform them, since it was a longer one and the day before surgery.  They both said they think it's related to whatever is going on and so surgery to do the ICP would still be a go.  I was glad because I really wanted answers.

Today we checked in, got Meagan all prepped for surgery and she went in around mid-morning.  She was out by after lunch time and since then has been monitored so they can watch her ICPs and get a clue as to what is going on hopefully.  She is not too happy since she has her arms splinted (so she cannot pull the bolt out of her head) so today has been pretty rough for her.  She is very uncomfortable, and, I don't blame her.

So far, the numbers look "ok" on her monitor from the little information that I have... so I fear tomorrow will be another "well this is ruled out.. BUT...."  I'm confident Dr. R will come up with a plan for Megs to help her get back on track.  All that said, she is still very happy most of the time.  More fussiness, yes, but overall still her happy self. And for that I am grateful! We are so blessed with her and her progress lately, but no matter how you slice it, regression of any sort is hard.  These kids work harder than anyone I know to do all the things we take for granted everyday - and so when something is wrong, especialy when it is not an absolute clear answer, it makes it very tough.  There is family stress, personal stress, internal worry about Meagan and if her arms will recover, etc..etc.. The list could go on and on...

When these things happen, it's so important to be a team.  And this is where my youthful observation of Brian attending Mass isn't so unimportant anymore. His drive to do what was needed to be done all the way back when we were 19 years old on a college campus shines through in times like this.  Would we like to be somewhere else for our 10 year anniversary? Of course! But we aren't.  We could be all glum about it or disappointed that a "special getaway" didn't pan out - or we can just be glad that we have the access to such great doctors to help figure out why Meagan is having the issues she has been struggling with lately.  I will take the latter.

So many times I think back on that first year of marriage... all the "honeymoon" love, expecting our first child, being in our first home... and I think of all the grand plans I had designed in my mind as we would move forward in our lives together.  Then I look around where I am now and suddenly the really special destination we wanted to plan just seems so trivial.

As for now, we will await the results of Meagan's testing and go from there as far as formulating a plan to help her regain some of the strength she has lost or if there is further testing that needs to be done.  We will be sure to go over all information with Dr. R and also get to the orthotics office to pick up Meagan's arm braces so we can salvage her joints until we get instructions on what the next step is.  I'm confident Dr. R has a pretty good idea as to what is going on - but as we have learned he likes to be extremely thorough and as he said today.."Meagan is a tough nut to crack!" I appreciate him taking the time to really investigate and find the root cause of things instead of just sending us on our way.


When I went to meet Brian in the lobby hallway tonight, I saw him walking towards me with a brown bag of dinner from a restaurant and a large bouquet of red roses. There's a quote that says "You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of."   I don't need to search for what happiness is.  It's right here. God always has happiness with me - I just have to choose it.  In a hotel or a fancy restaurant or in a hospital room.....that's not what matters.  Ten years of commitment, humility and love matters. Ten years of laughter matters. Ten years of hardships matter. Actually,  I'm pretty sure sitting on a blue hospital chair with plastic cups of water, watching basketball together through Meagan's monitor alarms is exactly where we were supposed to be tonight....and that makes me happy.

We will let everyone know what Dr. R says tomorrow.

To succeed in life, you need three things: a wishbone, a backbone and a funnybone. ~Reba McEntire

I love to laugh...no, really. I do.

This past weekend started off as good as any. Matter of fact, better than most.  I was treated to a great birthday lunch by friends, my students were having a great lesson week, and we really enjoyed watching our girls' dance school perform at the local festival.  Things were going very smoothly... and then Sunday came.

Sunday was basically going to be a lax day.  I had moved all my students to that morning/early afternoon( to make up lessons from Saturday when we were at the festival.)  We were going to head to evening Mass when I was finished teaching.  And after that Brian had planned a relaxed night home just cooking out, getting the girls ready for the week and spending some time together.  The day started out as planned - everyone got up, helped clean up the house for my students, got dressed, ate breakfast..etc... It was a gorgeous warm sunny day, so Brian thought it would be fun while I was teaching to have the girls help him wash the car.  He does this a lot in the summer with them - they love helping and of course all the water, and he gets some outside tasks done while I teach.

First several lessons went off smoothly - I could hear the laughter outside, and the occasional hose of water that would splatter our kitchen window as they washed the cars.  During my second to last student, I actually stopped because I heard a SMACK... the sound is pretty hard to explain, but it was definitely from outside.   I didn't think much of it because they had sponges, buckets, hoses, and all kinds of things going on out there so I basically ignored it and kept teaching.  But then I heard the scream. Absolutely the most horrid scream I have ever heard - it is the one as a mom when you go "oh no.. which kid... and what did they break..."  I ran to the window and saw Brian picking up Kaitlin off the ground.  Now I was even more concerned because this is a kid who can take a hard soccer ball to the face from 2 feet away and not even flinch. And why must children always do these things literally within arms reach!? It's like a backwards way of throwing on the parent guilt... the infamous "I was right there!" ... Sigh.

Come to find out, Kaitlin had been climbing on the side of our van. Older and wiser daddy gave the warning of soap+water+child = not good... Kaitlin, the younger more adventurous soul decided the warning was something that needed to be tested.  Long story short, the back of her head and the back of her left shoulder and shoulder blade had a very intimate and direct meeting with the concrete of our driveway.  Brian immediately did the first aid protocol and after evaluating the situation, we decided she did need to be seen.  I took her to Children's and they checked her over.  The did some x-rays of her shoulder because the doctor was certain she broke "something"... but come to find out, she had a lot of soft tissue damage and inflammation, but no broken bones. Her head of course was thoroughly checked.  She had a huge knot on the back lower left side of her head, a swollen eardrum, blurry vision, and extreme fatigue, but the doctor felt she could go home and heal there. They didn't see any evidence of a broken skull or pressure at that time.  (Thank you to Kaitlin's guardian angel - and I will warn you this won't be her last 'adventure..')  They wanted to give her ibuprofen regimen to help the inflammation in her shoulder joint, but because of the concussion she couldn't have it.

NOT a happy camper

The doctors of course said no activities, dance, PE, running around.etc...for at least a week... but they also said no TV, reading, or schoolwork... I'm pretty sure that's the first and last word Kaitlin heard because she gave me the biggest smirk ever. I mean, a doctor telling you no schoolwork? Uh, I would be asking them to write that one down! ;) After watching her a bit longer, we were finally discharged and off we went back to the house with a concussive head, a slinged arm/shoulder and some Tylenol.

Sisters

Kaitlin was practically falling asleep sitting up and while talking to me that night, kept interrupting herself mid-sentence to change to a different topic.  It was hard to follow.  I just smiled and nodded but on the inside was thinking "Oh my.. is this what it's like when people talk to me?" (I know I change stories a LOT when I talk with people. So I'm not sure how much of her confusing talk was from Kaitlin's concussion, or just genetically inherited).  Her talking became more "Kaitlin-like" in the last 12 hours, and her mood was lifted by receiving a ton of cards from her classmates at school - she was very grateful to feel so loved. She will probably return tomorrow and just continue the restrictions the doctors gave her for the week.   Although she did tell me to quit telling people she fell off a car when they asked.  She wanted a "cooler story."  Uh, sorry hon.

Loving the cards from her school!

Fast foward to Monday morning.  Of course, scratch the original schedule we had  -  Kaitlin was staying home and the others were headed to school.  Once everything was calm, I fixed a bath for Kaitlin so she could not have the shower beating on her injured shoulder.  She was able to relax, get all cleaned up, and come downstairs for something to eat before being grounded to the couch.  As I walked downstairs I heard water.  I remember thinking "Gee, the bathtub sure is louder than I remember when draining..."  As I neared the bottom of the stairs I thought "Ok, now that sounds like a waterfall..."  Oh yes people - I was correct.  No need to head to Niagra Falls or spend the money on ferry rides - we had a free waterfall right here in our own home.  The downstairs toilet was overflowing and flooding out.  Water was also shooting out from underneath the toilet. How is that even possible!? Our whole bathroom was soaked.  It was leaking on to our carpet in the living room.  And I could hear it downstairs - splattering on our garage floor I assumed.  I opened the door and started down the stairs.. and then I just turned back around.  I just couldn't.  I knew immediately it was some sort of different problem than a clogged toilet, so I called the plumber.  And we waited.

In the meantime, Kaitlin was still miserable - complaining of head pain, fuzzy vision, and she just didn't look right. I knew she was hurting and realized I hadn't arranged a ride home for the other girls.  Luckily, we found another parent to get them from school so Kaitlin could just rest.  The plumber showed up and took one look at what had happened and said "I'm pretty sure this is something in the main line." .... oh wonderful! I thought.  He continued on to check our system while I started getting dinner ready for the kids.  Meagan had finally fallen asleep while playing in the playroom and was napping while on a feed and Kaitlin was resting.  The plumber comes back in and talks about what they will need to do to check out the problem when I hear babbling from the other room.  Meagan must have awakened, but, it's not unusual for her to play or babble a little before really waking up enough to want to get out.  So I continued to listen to the plumber and just as he was about to start talking options, I heard Meagan saying something over and over again.  I heard her feeding pump beeping and realized it had probably stopped.  I excused myself and went to unhook her from her feed  When I walked into the playroom, this is what I saw:

"BUTTTONNNNNN!"

Meagan was laying there holding her gbutton saying "Butttonnnnnn! Buttoonnnnnnn!"  I looked at her and said "Uh, yep Meagan. That's your button... and it should be IN your belly."  I quickly grabbed a syringe and pulled the water from the balloon. (Yes, that's right.. Meagan pulled out her FULLY INFLATED gtube.  I mean.. OUCH! Why??) I laid her on her back, put lubricant on the tube and tried to reinsert it.  It wouldn't go. It didn't feel like when we had just changed her tube a few weeks before... it felt really tough.  I tried again and it was absolutely not going in.  By this point Meagan was screaming and that wasn't going to help either.  Her hole looked to me like it was starting to close up so I knew we needed to go in to have it repaired.  I kindly told the plumber apparently Meagan felt attention deprived and now needed her plumbing addressed so we would have to make another appointment.  He was very understanding and left.

The next thing going through my mind was me walking into the ER with Meagan holding her g-button, Reilly and Anna tired from school, Maura asking for dinner and Kaitlin following close by with her arm in a sling...the only thing that could make it better would be to have our one eared cat following behind.... I didn't think that would go over too well so I called our babysitter.  I was praying she could come on such short notice.  My first thought was to say "Hi - can you please come stay in my flooded house with my injured child while I take the little one in to have her gtube put back in?" I mean she would HAVE to come then, right?  Fortunately, I gathered my senses bout me and even luckier, our awesome sitter was able to come on short notice.

Can I just sidetrack for a moment and say that I am so so SO thankful for sitters who truly know the family inside and out? The new sitter comes and you have to show them everything, write down everything, almost play psychologist to them and reassure them about everything..."I know it's 5 kids but it really doesn't seem like it most of the time...you'll be fine...."  And don't even get me started when words like gtube or seizure come into play.  The babysitter's eyes could probably be telescope lenses at that point.  But sitters who know the family and kids really well - LOVE THEM! It's like a whole new realm of freedom - you can walk out as they are walking in practically passing them a puking child while yelling over your shoulder random inaudible bedtime instructions and the experienced sitter doesn't even bat an eyelash. (nor does she think this is strange).  I realize I interrupted myself, but, I just had to give a shout out to the calm experienced sitters out there - now back to the topic of Meagan's tube.

Oh yes, this is what we were talking about

I'm glad I took her in.. there was no WAY I was going to get that thing back in on my own. When the GI doctor came in and says "Wow.. hmmmmmmm" ... it gave me relief that we didn't keep trying at home. Three nurses and a doctor who was so tall he probably missed his calling in basketball couldn't collectively reinsert her tube.  He found out it had basically already closed to a size three notches smaller than her original tube, so we had to start super small and insert a foley and let it sit for a while... then do it again but with one a little larger.. and so on and so forth. Somewhere along the line I asked them for drugs for Meagan.  The nurses' first response was now that it had been dilated back up to size,  the reinsertion should be quick.  I mean, I get it... it should be...but let's be real... how many times with Megs does it turn from should be quick..... to oh that was harder than we thought..... the kid goes through enough.  Honestly,  I couldn't have handled what she had already to that point with all the pressure and poking and prodding... and logically thinking, her little tummy was going to be so sore after the ordeal. So my sarcasm took over. I don't know but it just happens sometimes....I told the nurse... "You know the chart you have to tell you how a child is feeling? You know how the highest number, a 10, is a crying child? Well she can't tell you on that chart. But, she's crying Actually she's screaming and crying, so I'm pretty sure that matches the picture on your pain chart that is a 10.  Please, give her something that makes her see rainbows and sunshine while you shove this plastic tube back into her closing up hole in her belly."  Miraculously, we had some short term pain meds in the room ready to go within 5 minutes.  Imagine that.
The doctor came back and with firm but steady pressure worked her tube back into the tract.  It took a good while - he kept thinking he had it, but then would realize it was popping out, or it wasn't fitting the way he thought.  I will say the man was very patient and very good with Megs - once the tube was back in, they let her meds wear off for about 20 minutes and then we were on our merry way.

Waiting with the Foley 

Tuesday morning came - Kaitlin stayed home again because she had started to spike a little fever the night before.  She was also still in quite a bit of pain and her head hurt.  The plumber was so nice and came back again to finish his estimate.  Well, I will say, the "nice" part was that he came back and didn't charge us again for the visit.  The "finish his estimate" part I will NOT attribute to nice. By any means. You know the estimate is never going to be low when a professional starts out with "Yes, this is verrrry interesting. These pipes - so verrrry interesting."  No no!! Don't say it! Tell me a book is interesting... or the paint color on my wall.. but not the plumbing system! I have come to learn that "very interesting" speaking to any major system in the house structure basically translates to "Yea, this is really messed up but I don't want to say it that way so I will just say it's interesting"  He gave us several options of what we can do to fix the root cause of the water.  None are easy. All are expensive. And that's that.

I was almost afraid to get to Wednesday because I figured something else surely had to happen. And it just couldn't because later today is Meagan's MRI we have been waiting for.  But thankfully, we are almost 2 hours in to today....and .. well....I'm just not going to say anything.

  What I will say is God gave us a sense of humor for a reason.  And when bad days happen, I think these are the BEST times to use our humor.  It's almost a defense mechanism so when things do happen one after the other, we don't have time to get depressed about it.  We just laugh.  And that's quite literally what I did after going through Kaitlin's head injury, the indoor waterfall and then Meagan's tube.  When I saw her holding that gbutton,  I just laughed. (any tubie mom will get that)....Even Kaitlin found humor in her injuries, telling me "Well at least I don't need to use my arms for Irish dance."  Point  - Kaitlin.  The poor plumber probably thought we were nuts, but what are ya gonna do.

 It's ok to feel sad or overwhelmed especially when it seems the hits come one after the other after the other - and I realize my snowball of trials the last few days are minimal compared to the trials others may face.  But nonetheless, these are the times we must turn to prayer and remember God is always by our side. We must trust in Him that He will guide us through - and we lean on our friends and family for those moments we need to vent.  But also remember He doesn't expect us to be somber or let our problems drown out the good. Look for God's Candid Camera. I know it's there. Remember that contagious gift of humor - and when things seem to just snowball out of control, forget it all - and have a good laugh.  Or write an incredibly sarcastic post about it? Whatever you do, one day soon, it won't be as bad.... (and you will probably have as many laughs thinking back on it all).


 As the famous verse from Mary Poppins goes....

The more you laugh

The more you fill with glee

And the more the glee

The more I'm a merrier me!

GI Follow Up

Today Meagan went to see Dr. B again for her GI follow up.  There was a lot to discuss! We arrived bright and early and big sister Maura was there with us for support.

Maura showing Meagan all the fun bears on the paper

We checked in and got a new weight and height - 20 pounds and 32 1/2 inches.  A big drop in weight and no change in height. This puts her weight now at .01% from being up to the 4%,  her length at .02% from being at the 13%, and her weight for length now completely off the charts after it had been following a curve close to the 1% finally - a huge change downward from last Fall. Last Fall she was "holding steady" finally at 19 pounds, so we had all expected a lot more weight gain than what we have now.  She was at 21 pounds 10 ounces last month but for some reason dropped off of that with no explanation of calories or height difference.  In other news, her head circumference is 44.5cm, which has also stagnated quite a bit in the last year putting her head circumference in the 1% for her age. You may think "hey this is good for a hydro kid"... well yes and no.  Even though we are delighted her head size has come down, going too much the other way is also not good.  The head/skull should still grow even at a slower rate, but, we have seen this also stop.   This is something Dr. R is watching because of her bone fusion so we will see what they say about that when she sees him in April.  

Waiting for Dr. B - silly girl

"Bear!"

Because of Meagan's weight dropping by a pound and her height stagnating over the last few months, Dr. B said we need to change her feeding plan so we don't see a stall in development at this point.  Dr. B pulled out her growth charts since she has had her gtube and there is a nice sharp rise visit after visit, but this time, both her weight and height have dropped off the curve again.  He said he wouldn't be as concerned if she had grown a lot in height and her weight was delayed, but being that they have both dropped he wants to try and add more feeds.  He also wants us to limit her oral intake to a certain amount of minutes during the day to see if that helps preserve some more calories.  We are supposed to do this new regiment for two months and come back for a re-check.  If she has progressed we will stay this course of increased tube feeds and oral feeding for only "x" minutes at a time.  If she hasn't progressed then we will move on to plan B which will be to take blood work to check growth horomones/pituitary function..etc.

Charts for weight and length - completely fallen off again.

Today Dr. B also said it was time for Meagan to get a new button.  Basically, the gtube has a balloon at the end which is inserted into the stomach and this balloon can go bad over time and burst.  It can happen at any time, but, generally it should be ok for "x" number of months.  Every "x" number of months, we are to change out her g-button so it stays as "fresh" as possible to minimize the risk of an emergent burst/reinsertion. He said he would write a quick order and we could go wait for him to change out her tube and show us how to do it so we can continue to do so at home.

 We went down to first floor to the endoscopy clinic and signed in.  Not long after Dr. B came down with a new button set.  Of course Meagan saw the gloves, the hospital bed, and the white sheets and started freaking out.  Luckily, Maura was with us so she jumped right on the bed with Meagan and helped calm her down.  Dr. B was then able to do the button change with minimal fidgeting from Meagan ... a lot of screaming, but minimal fidgeting.  Wasting no time, Maura jumped right up on the bed with her and made silly faces to cheer her up and Meagan was as good as new.  Just like Corduroy the bear with a brand new shiny button :)

Waiting for Dr. B in Endoscopy Clinic

Maura distracting Megs by tackling her on the hospital bed

Meagan getting her button changed - don't worry, it wasn't hurting her!! 

She just does not like to be held down at all! Can't blame her!

A minute later - all better because of big sister's crazy antics

Overall a great appointment with Dr. B.  So lucky to have such wonderful specialists on top of Meagan's care and making sure we are taking her in the right direction to do the best by her health and nutrition.  We gathered up Meagan's tube supplies, a new prescription from Dr. B and made our way to the door.  As we left Meagan screamed "BYEEEEE!!! SEEE YA!!!!!"  Yep, I think she was ready to get home! Oh, and how could I forget! An added bonus to her day? On the way out Meagan got to see her BFF Claire who was there for an appointment as well! Of course it didn't dawn on me to take a picture, but Megs was sure to ask Claire for a Cinderella playdate very soon.

 Loves to sport her cute button cover  

Dear Lady

Dear lady who sits in front of me at church.....
You don't know me, and I don't really know you. But you have had a profound impact on me. Bear with me as I weave through this post - it's something that's been on my mind for over two years...and I hope in the end you understand.
  I remember one of the first times we sat in the cry room for Mass... it's always an interesting experience watching mothers trying to entertain their toddlers, let their older babies get out their noises and restlessness, and babies eating or being rocked to sleep....week to week it is different.  Some Sundays it's loud and busy... some Sundays it is quiet and calm.  But, such are kids - and how wonderful they are at Mass learning and praying with their parents.  I first noticed your beautiful family because you started to be the "constant"... whether hectic or peaceful, you were always there. Every Sunday. In the front row. Two boys, two girls, mom and dad. The kids always sweet and you and your husband showing such a good example of why we were there - paying attention, teaching, helping, and praying. You may be thinking..."ok,what's the big deal?" I will tell you.

One Sunday, we were sitting in our usual spot, and you were in yours... and something happened.  I saw one of your sons started to have a hard time.  He became uncomfortable, started to move around,  became physically resistant, and ultimately, resulted in a major outburst in which your husband took him out the back door to the hallways. Having grown up around special needs children due to my mom's job, it was not lost on me he was struggling that day with whatever his challenges were, and it didn't phase me as "unusual" by any means.  But then  I noticed  the stares of some of the parents - probably not malicious by any means, but the curiosity  focused on your family certainly not helpful in that situation.  Their discomfort and awkwardness at wondering "what" was going on was obvious. Looking back ahead of my seat, I noticed the tears in your eyes. I saw your other children lean in and comfort you and although it was a really tough moment, I saw you re-focus in prayer and willingly take the hugs from your other children.  I remember feeling so many feelings, but, the one that struck me most was admiration. I watched the whole thing unfold, and both you and your husband showed such resolve. Strength. And Love.  I admired your compassion for your son, and your children's compassion for you.  I admired your husband's strength as he tried to calm him.  I admired your son for pushing forth when he was obviously having a challenging day.  There were many moments that morning I wanted to tell you "You're doing a great job..."... or just reach out and  offer some sort of magical words of wisdom and or gesture of compassion to let you know I cared.  But I didn't.  You may be thinking - why is this important?


 As I said, I had grown up around all different children - as a matter of fact I would even go and give music demonstrations or presentations to some of my mother's students (who had diverse diagnoses) with no qualms whatsoever.  It was such a joy to be around the children she worked with and I never gave a second thought to speaking to or smiling at a special needs child or their parents. But that morning at Mass I was weakened.  We had just recently had our 19 week ultrasound and our daughter was given a very uncertain, and therefore according to the doctors, "doom and gloom" prenatal diagnosis of a congenital brain condition.  We had come off a week of negative appointments and a million "she will never do ______" and "you have four older kids.. this will be too hard on them..." among several other comments on what we "should" do "about her"........  I remember feeling confused and sad, and most of all scared and uncertain.  Not in our resolve to carry her to term and deal with whatever her needs would be, but just about things in general and all the changes that were about to happen to our family.  There was a certain malaise or black cloud that had taken over the pregnancy.  Then we went to Mass that day. I realized your son hadn't been dealt the easiest hand in life but then it made sense to me.  Seeing him have a rough time that morning, but then seeing subsequent Sundays where he would thrive and joyfully draw on his drawing pad, seeing your tears, but then seeing how much grace you and your husband had made me feel strong for the first time since our ultrasound.  I remember thinking "This family is amazing. We are going to be fine. We can get through any challenge with our daughter..."  And that was that. You gave me my voice back.

Now anyone who knows me knows I certainly have a voice. But, no matter how strong someone is, unexpected events in life can certainly throw even the strongest person for a loop.  And it did that for me in the beginning. But you taught me how to get my strength back and how to fight for my daughter.  I don't know if we have even said two words to each other in these years, but, your actions and outward showing of love, vulnerability, and strength all wrapped up into one inspired me.  You inspired me to be the best parent I can to our special needs child.  You inspired me to help guide my older children through our new "normal."  You inspired me to not be afraid of the challenges  and not worry what others may think. You inspired me to know when the bad moments happen to just say "tomorrow is a new day."  Most importantly, you inspired me to never again stay silent when another special needs parent may just need a smile, or a positive comment, or a simple gesture of kindness....especially in those moments that present the most challenges.

So thank you. Thank you for being there each week, good or bad, and thank you for the example you and your beautiful family put forth.  You truly are a shining example for those of us just entering this journey and have touched lives more than you know.

Our little one is now 2 1/2 years old - many challenges for sure, but many many bright successes. Many struggles for her to do what her sisters do with no effort, but many moments of joy when she does accomplish a new skill or milestone.  Many awkward moments of our own when something is bothering her and we just can't figure it out why she's screaming, but many hours of sweet snuggles trying to comfort her and show her our love. Dear lady who sits in front of me at Mass, I want to tell you what I didn't have the courage to do that day - you are just that. Dear. Simply dear. And don't ever forget it.

AFO time

Meagan's PT has been waiting on fitting Meagan for any sort of braces.  Mostly because she wasn't sure Meagan would accept them to help her since Megs absolutely despises any sort of equipment on her body.  Typically any equipment or devices in the past made her freak out and it evolved into such an emotional break down, we would never get to the therapeutic purpose of the equipment or device anyway.  Lately though, with Meagan now sitting on her own, her PT really wants to work on getting Meagan some weight on her feet.  Since Meagan can scooch on her bottom, her arms are finally gaining some strength from all the pushing, but her legs, especially her lower legs, are still quite weak.  Her feet have also not grown in over a year.  The PT wants Meagan to start having more assisted time on her feet so we can stimulate some growth for her feet to support her body and also to stimulate her leg muscles to get stronger.

Meagan used to hate any pressure on her feet, but lately, she does tolerate the PT or myself holding her upright with her feet touching the floor.  She won't hold much weight but she will allow her feet to touch the floor and lift them up to "tap, tap, tap" the floor with her toes or bottom of her foot which is a huge improvement.  Meagan's PT thought now would be the perfect time to fit her for some braces since she seems to be tolerating some of this and is hopeful we can get her into the braces without much fight so she gets used to them and sees how they can help her.

Meagan's legs collapse inward if we try to help her stand

Originally the PT was thinking Meagan could use some SMOs (read about them here) but it is apparent now Meagan needs a lot more support.  So the PT asked Meagan to be fitted for AFOs (you can read about those here), or Ankle Foot Orthotics.  It is a brace that will go from under her foot up to her knee, and will be solid, holding her lower leg in position and also offereing support for working on standing/weight bearing.  Typically, special shoes are also purchased with the AFO so the child can fit their braced foot into the shoe easily, but in Meagan's case, her AFO will have tread directly on the bottom of it.  In essence, it will be her "shoe."  The PT thinks this is the best for her since her lower legs are so tiny so they aren't trying to hold the weight of a shoe on top of the weight of the brace.

Patiently waiting to go to a casting room

The casting for her AFOs was this morning. In typical Meagan fashion, she screamed as soon as we walked into the room - she has had so much done she cries or screams at any doctor office, including mine or her sisters.  We had a great guy working with us who talked to Meagan the whole time, made funny noises, and asked her questions to distract her from the casting.  She did "ok" through the casting, and surprisingly, through them cutting the casts off - the time she screamed the most was actually when they had to massage her foot and lower leg to set the cast in a certain position - something we are working on with her sensory-wise.  Once the casting was over, they showed us her cute little legs - I didn't realize how tiny they really were!

Putting on the casting stockings and setting the center guide

Putting on the plaster

All done!

It should be about 4 weeks for insurance to respond, let the Orthotics office know what we owe and for them to make her AFOs.  Once we get them we will go back and be instructed on how to put her legs in them each day and what exercises we will do with her to help boost her weight bearing and learning to stand.  As a plus, the AFOs come in very cute designs - they showed many of them to Meagan but she seemed to respond the most to one called "Sweetheart"... which is kind of funny because we call her that a lot.

Meagan's AFO pattern

 

Quite a busy morning, but excited for this next step for Megs! Now we just have to count down the 4 weeks until she is officially into her new Sweetheart AFOs and hopefully from there we will see a great improvement in her efforts at assisted standing.  In other news, Maura found a way to entertain herself during the casting.... this is only one screenshot off my phone but I'm pretty sure there are about 100 "selfies" ...... Oh Maura!