CT/Endoscopy/Urodynamics/Surgeon

Ethan's had some tests over the past few months so we can move forward with the right decisions for his care/future. Most of these surround his needs to protect his lungs from continued aspirations.

May 10th: Urodynamics/Renal Ultrasound
Ethan was scheduled for urodynamics and left the office in an ambulance due to respiratory distress. We spent a number of hours in the ER to monitor his O2 levels and we were able to go home. Prior to the versed making him stop breathing, Ethan had a renal ultrasound. Results below.

ULTRASOUND OF RETROPERITONEUM/URINARY TRACT, 5/11/2017 1:43 PM  INDICATION: Q90.9 Down syndrome R32 Enuresis ADDITIONAL HISTORY: None.COMPARISON: No recent comparison, ultrasound July 2004  TECHNIQUE: Multiplanar real-time ultrasonography of the retroperitoneum and urinary tract using grayscale imaging, supplemented by color and spectral Doppler as needed.Study was technically challenging given patient's limited ability to cooperateFINDINGS:  . Right kidney: Normal size, contour, and echogenicity. No hydronephrosis or perinephric fluid. No shadowing stone or focal mass is identified. Length = 10.4 cm.. Left kidney: Normal size, contour, and echogenicity. No hydronephrosis or perinephric fluid. No shadowing stone or focal mass is identified. Length = 10.3 cm.. Bladder: Generous in volume with no bladder wall thickening. Post voiding imaging was not obtained. Vascular: Perfusion to both kidneys is documented with color Doppler.    CONCLUSION: Technically challenging exam shows normal renal echogenicity and size with no hydronephrosis.Generous volume bladder

May 11th: Endoscopy/pH probe

The following day, he went in for an endoscopy and pH probe. We were then told that his esophagus was covered in a white substance later to be proven to be candida. Due to the candida, we couldn't do the probe. It was also shown that Ethan's esophageal motility was poor and the plan for a nissen and G-tube was now off the table as having the nissen would potentially come with more complications than help since his esophagus has to be strong enough to push his own saliva through and if it's not, he could "pool" and aspirate. No bueno as that's why we are doing all of these tests.

Ethan was treated for the candida but also acquired another aspiration pneumonia that had to be treated with another double round of abx. I have a theory that Ethan is starting to build a resistance to the abx that treats his pneumonias. :(

July 19th: Sedated CT of the lungs
The Friday before this procedure was scheduled to take place I received a certified letter saying that the 3rd party authorization company had denied the approval for the CT and could file an appeal. Understandably angry, I made calls and got the approval.

Any time Ethan is sedated, I get nervous because of his history, but this was the easiest sedation ever. Maybe because it was such a fast procedure? He went to sleep well, woke up well, and was fully active within the hour.  Results below.

CT CHEST WO CONTRAST, 7/19/2017 10:24 AM

  

INDICATION: BRONCHIECTASIS ASPIRATION, KNOWN OR SUSPECTEDJ69.0 Aspiration pneumonia of left lower lobe due to regurgitated food (HCC) J69.0 Aspiration pneumonia, unspecified aspiration pneumonia type, unspecified laterality, unspecified part of lung

COMPARISON: Chest radiograph from 6/22/2017. CT of the chest with contrast from 2/20/2006.

  

TECHNIQUE: Multislice axial images were obtained through the chest without administration of iodinated intravenous contrast material. Multi-planar reformatted images were generated for additional analysis. Nongated technique limits cardiac detail.

  

Wake Forest Baptist Health Radiology and its affiliates are committed to minimizing radiation dose to patients while maintaining necessary diagnostic image quality. All CT scans are therefore performed using "As Low As Reasonably Achievable (ALARA)" protocols with either manual or automated exposure controls calibrated to the age and size of each patient.

  

FINDINGS:

  

Thoracic inlet/central airways: The thyroid gland is unremarkable. There are punctate calcific densities (series 3, images 15 and 27) in the right supraclavicular region, favored to be vascular in etiology and could relate to the patient's prior right IJ Port-A-Cath. There is mass effect on the posterior trachea and esophagus, related to aberrant right subclavian artery, which is better demonstrated on the prior contrast enhanced CT of the chest from February 2006. Soft tissue density in the right mainstem bronchus, compatible with mucus secretions or debris.There is cylindrical bronchiectasis in the right middle lobe. There is mild, less pronounced, bronchiectasis in the lower lobes bilaterally.

  

Mediastinum/hila/axilla: No discrete mediastinal lymphadenopathy, although evaluation is limited in the absence of IV contrast. Patulous appearance of the esophagus.

  

Heart/vessels: Normal heart size. No pericardial effusion. Three-vessel left aortic arch with aberrant right subclavian origin, better delineated on prior contrasted CT.

  

Lungs/pleura: No pleural effusion or pneumothorax. Minimal dependent atelectasis. There are tiny subpleural cysts located along the lung periphery and extending along the fissures, which measure less than 5 mm in size, and are upper lobe predominant. Thickening of the interlobular septa, predominantly within the upper lobes in the region of the most pronounced subpleural cysts. There is diffuse bronchial wall thickening. Focal solid opacification within the right middle lobe, and this area also demonstrates bronchiectasis and architectural distortion.

  

Upper abdomen: Visualized portions of the upper abdomen are unremarkable.

  

Chest wall/MSK: No acute osseus abnormality. No aggressive lytic or sclerotic osseous lesions are identified.

  

CONCLUSION:

 

1. Focal solid opacification within the right middle lobe with associated bronchiectasis and architectural distortion, compatible with sequela of prior pneumonia or other insult.

2. Upper lobe predominant subpleural cysts with associated interlobular septal thickening, favored to represent Down's syndrome-related interstitial lung disease.

3. Diffuse bronchial wall thickening is a nonspecific marker of inflammation, possibly due to chronic aspiration.

These results kind of made me have what we will call a "moment". I cried, a lot. Like, ugly cry tears. I even called our ENT on his personal cell phone at 9pm while he was out of town to go over it (he's the BEST!). Layman's terms on these results are: Ethan has lung damage and we need to keep it from progressing. The feeding tube is no longer a question, it's happening.

August 3rd: General Surgery
We met with Dr. Zeller again to discuss the feeding tube surgery. The only saving grace to keeping the G-tube on the table is if the upcoming pH probe shows that Ethan is NOT refluxing stomach contents (the acid is under control with Prevacid). High probability is that E will have at the very least a GJ-tube, but likely a J-tube. Dr. Zeller also brings up that we don't have to intervene at all. This was another "quality vs. quantity of life" discussion. NO. There is no way I could ever not intervene to keep his lungs safe. Nope. I hate the fact that we will be taking a love of his (food) away, but I love HIM and his functioning lungs way more than his love of pancakes. I want to have the surgery done ASAP before school starts. I don't want him to be dealing with the transition to high school only to be pulled soon after for the transition to a feeding tube, so I'd like it done before school starts if possible.

August 10th: Endoscopy/pH probe/Urodynamics
Because of what happened on May 10th, I requested that all sedated procedures now be done at the hospital with anesthesiologists directly overseeing care. Because Ethan is a complex case and needs to be sedated for things most wouldn't, we arranged to have GI and Urology coordinate schedules to see him during the same sedated event. We arrived to the hospital at 6am. We were going to be admitted for 24 hours for the pH probe.

Dr. Safta (GI) came out and said that Ethan still has candida on his esophagus. (Grrrrrrr....) We can't do the pH probe, AGAIN. He also may be developing Celiac disease (yay! ::sarcasm::). We discuss options and I've decided that we will move forward with a GJ-tube. Dr. Safta says that the candida and Celiac may be affecting the motility of the esophagus. She will discuss with Dr. Glock (GI) and Dr. Zeller (surgeon). I want it scheduled ASAP.

Next, Dr. Atala (Urology) comes out and says that they placed the catheters for the urodynamics study without any problems. Then, the information I had no idea about...the only thing they did was place the catheters- the actual urodynamics study had to be done at the off-site clinic. Ummmm, ok.

So, I've got to get Ethan over to the clinic while he has two catheters placed in him (urethra & rectum). I call ahead to request someone meet me outside with a wheelchair- what a freaking ordeal. Get in to the office, am told to go across the hall to check in. Go across hall to the adult lobby that is handling peds as well only to wait in a line that is going out the door. (Pick a number- 37, and they were only on 20) Ethan is showing signs of discomfort (hello, TWO catheters!) so I go to another window and ask how to get the process expedited. I'm told that the computers are slow and I just have to wait. That doesn't go over so well for me and I tell them that we just came from the OR and things are already in place so we need to be seen right away. They look him up and then tell me that our appointment was at 8am. Ummmmmm, who the freaking frack did that?!!?? We were still in the hospital then. The assistant nurse manager proceeds to tell me that there were other patient appointments for 9/10/11am. I'm sorry someone screwed up, but Ethan's next. She said it wasn't fair to bump the other patients. But it's ok to bump the kid with a disability with cath's already in place? Nope. Not happening. Ethan's next. End of discussion.

I was PISSED. There isn't any way to sugarcoat it. I dropped many "f-bombs" and an entire lobby of people were introduced to this mama bear.

The test was torture. They had to fill Ethan's bladder with fluid to check capacity and pressures. He had over 500 mL added and was obviously hurting, but he hadn't peed yet. They took the cath's out and still waited another 5 minutes or so to pee. I could tell that even after peeing, it sure wasn't 500 mL worth. After a small ultrasound that can measure the bladder's contents, it showed that he still had 350 mL left in his bladder. That's not good news. They need him to be at least below 200 mL so they had to re-cath him to empty his bladder down to 1mL.

It took 4 of us adults, including one man, to hold Ethan down for this test. It was torture. And, I don't know if these results are going to end in Dr. Atala saying we have to cath him regularly now. I have no idea. Results on Tuesday, August 15th.

Someone really messed up with the urology side of these tests/appointment and I let Patient Relations know it.

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So, I've really been struggling with all of this, like bad. I've cried so many tears, I can't understand how I have any left. I've not reached out to talk about it because I just cry and I don't want to cry anymore.  My heart hurts for my baby. I just want him to be able to enjoy life, you know? No more doctors/tests. Enough already. Just let my boy be happy.


{totally not proofreading this tonight, maybe another day}

  

Quality vs. Quantity

Last night on Facebook, I wrote: "For the first time ever, the phrase "quality of life over quantity" was spoken today. I'm not ok with that.{I'm going to have to write a blog soon to explain everything}

So, here we are. My blog...the place I used to frequent and haven't for almost two years. Where to begin? There's a long story short version, I suppose, but it will probably get to be long story long once I actually let my fingers start moving.

Way back when Ethan was a baby, he would cough after having apple juice. He could drink his formula fine, but apple juice would trigger him into a coughing spell. Fast forward to being inpatient during leukemia treatment and a doctor noticed this happen. 

"Has Ethan ever had a swallow study?"

No. 

Swallow study is ordered and dysphagia/aspiration confirmed with thin/nectar thick liquids {insert thickening agents here (Thick It/Simply Thick}. We've been thickening drinks for 13 years now. We've been pureeing food even longer as Ethan doesn't chew food or know how to manipulate food safely in his mouth. His food procession to swallow is rapid and can be quite unsafe if not watched carefully. Despite thickened drinks and pureed foods, Ethan LOVES to eat. He has quite the sweet tooth! He loves ice cream, yogurt, pudding, and most of all- pancakes. Due to rapidly progressing aspiration pneumonias over the past few years, we have since eliminated ice cream which is so sad. That boy LOVES him some frozen yogurt/ice cream! Ice cream was one of his first signs! He'd always been motivated by that special treat and we've had to take it away. 😢

Enter where we've been the past 8 months or so... Due to Ethan's severe reflux (acid is under control, but he likely still refluxes stomach contents), Ethan's GI doctor has suggested surgery- nissen and g-tube. This has not been a decision taken lightly and we still haven't come to a decision. We have been weighing over LOTS of info and seeing many different doctors.

GI: feels that for safe nutrition to be provided, surgery is needed.

Pulmonology: Agreed with GI at first, but since adding the shaker vest to our daily routine, she is on the fence as to whether surgery is necessary. Ethan has lung damage from prior aspiration pneumonias and we, obviously, want to keep his lungs from progressing with further damage.

Genetics: Notices that Ethan isn't growing/gaining weight which could be nothing as he's almost 16 and nearing end of growth or it could be that there's an underlying issue as to why he's not growing.

Cardiology: EKG was perfect and no murmur was detected. Cleared. :)

Surgery:  Surgeon recommends more tests which I will discuss more in a minute

pH probe: a spaghetti noodle-type probe to measure reflux over a 24-hour period. We will probably do this test inpatient with the anticipation that E is not going to be compliant in keeping it in. This way, we are where nurses can place it back in properly. The last time we had this done was over 7 years ago and the findings were that Ethan had silent reflux up to his sinuses. We have kept the acid under control with Prevacid, but it is likely that the actual reflux hasn't improved. It is highly possible that Ethan has been aspirating reflux.

Endoscopy: To see closer esophageal damage/esophagus function

Esophageal Manometry: Esophageal manometry is a test used to measure the function of the esophageal sphincter (the valve that prevents reflux of gastric acid into the esophagus and the muscles of the esophagus.This test will tell your doctor if your esophagus is able to move food to your stomach normally. The manometry test is complicated. Ideally, this test would be done on someone who is awake and able to follow commands as when to swallow. Because Ethan has proven to be non-compliant, it is suggested that his test be done sedated. It's not ideal nor perfect, but the only option for Ethan. Problem being that there is ONE doctor in all of North Carolina that performs this test on kids and he's in Charlotte. I don't mind driving there, but his wait list is a few months out. We are going to get Ethan on the books for the first two tests here locally and if our GI gets the info he needs from those, then we can cancel the manometry test in Charlotte.

So, what are we looking for? We are trying to figure out if 1) surgery is even necessary 2) if surgery is necessary, can Ethan still eat by mouth?

It seemed cut and dry- the nissen will keep things from coming back up (YAY!), but it's not that simple. It will also make getting things pushed past it a little bit tougher. This is why we need to know how his esophagus is functioning. We can bypass the nissen and only get a feeding tube, but that doesn't help him if the pH probe still says that he refluxes with aspiration risk. Then, the GI says that we can just bypass it all with a G-J tube. I'm not a fan of that option at all because this would require continuous feeds vs. bolus feeds. While discussing all of this with the doctor yesterday, I voiced my concerns about the fact that as Ethan gets older, things that bring him obvious happiness are fewer and fewer to obtain. Food makes him happy. The idea of taking food away crushes my soul.

"This is when you have to consider quality of life over quantity of life."

I understood at the moment what he was saying- what he meant, but it wasn't until I was telling Scott about it last night that it actually hit me the words that were spoken and what they actually meant. He was basically saying that if the tests come back telling us what we think they will, Ethan's ability to eat by mouth will have to be drastically reduced to keep his lungs safe (quantity). This will be a really tough and sad transition for Ethan (quality), and all of us. This is a long-term decision for Ethan's life and we don't take that lightly.

Moving forward, we just have to keep the faith that the tests will show definitive results that will help us make the decision easily. We welcome your prayers and good thought juju over the next few months as we make a decision. Ethan's a fighter and a trouper- always has been, always will be. This will, one day, all be a blip on the screen of Ethan's continuing life story. 

Blessed, but angry

Cora turns ONE tomorrow!  What a joy she is!  It's crazy to think of how fast time is flying by!  We are loving watching her explore and learn.  Ethan's development was much more delayed so Cora's seems to be quite advanced and accelerated!  We are loving every minute of it!

So, one year ago today, I headed to Women's Hospital of Greensboro to check in on my friend/client who was in labor.  I had made arrangements for a backup doula from the very beginning because of how close our due dates were (hers:  3/31, mine:  4/4).  When she called to tell me that her contractions had begun, I called the backup doula since I was having steady braxton hicks contractions whenever I stood up or exerted myself.  Because of that, I felt that my client would be better taken care of with a doula that could be more hands-on.  I am pretty possessive over my clients- meaning, I've bonded with them and I want to be with them the entire journey- so, making the call to the backup was not easy for me to do, but client's best interest comes first.  The morning of the first, I felt great and was itching to check on my client so I planned to go visit and give some emotional support for a couple of hours and maybe give the backup a chance to step out and rest and/or get something to eat.  As I headed out, I assured my family that I was only going to check on my client and that I'd be home in a few hours.  But, 15 minutes after my arrival, the backup doula checked out.  She didn't say anything to me about how labor was so far or even that she was leaving for good.  She told my client "good luck" and left.  Right then and there, I wasn't leaving.  I was not going to leave my friend/client.

A little after 10pm that night (4/1/14), I started having contractions.  No one knew, they weren't unbearable by any means, more of an annoyance.  I didn't want to say anything and distract away from my client's birth.  But, after baby was born {Happy Birthday, Gabriel!!!}, I excused myself earlier than usual because I was 45 minutes away from home and I needed to be home if labor was going to kick in for me.  After a contraction-filled drive home, I was home and felt that I could relax a little.  If I had only known Cora had other plans...

While I love Cora's birth story and it's wildness and the fact that I was able to be with my friend/client to welcome her son, I find myself angry.  I am so angry that my client was left.  I am angry that I was left.  I am angry that someone would think that a 39w4d pregnant woman was ok to leave to do hands-on doula work (any doula knows how physical the work is).  I am angry that because I was so far away from home, I didn't have those last moments with my family before Cora arrived.  I am angry because my doctor thought I had a home birth intentionally and that I "pushed the envelope".  I am angry that Cora's birth, while beautiful, was traumatic. 

This past year, I have tried to figure out how I can get over it.  Yes, I've prayed.  No, I haven't had contact with the backup doula- I am that hurt and angry.  I have found myself, randomly, in tears because I let my mind wander to the "what-ifs" of that night.  My doctor made me feel like utter crap and that I purposely put my daughter at risk by having a home birth.  I have had to remove myself from my local doula circle because the backup has become so involved in it and I just can't deal.  I can't deal with the fact that I know what she did to me and my client and can't say anything about it because I'm always the bigger person.  I've waited for her to reach out and and apologize, but that's obviously not happening.  I refuse to take the first step on this one.  I feel that it may end up getting me more hurt and, possibly, more angry.  I'm not an angry person, but this whole situation has rocked me to my core and I just don't know how to deal.  I know I am supposed to forgive, but I haven't been able to be at that point yet- it's all still too raw, even a year later.  Anyone who I have confided this to {very few} know that I cannot talk about it without crying.  I'm not sure I've ever had something affect my emotional well-being so drastically as this.

Thank you to those who have been so kind and supportive in regards to this, namely, the Hubs.  I welcome your prayers for peace.

Cora's Birth Story

I am sitting here in my trusty recliner, looking over at our beautiful 3-week old daughter, needing to write down the events of her birth.  I've wanted to do it right, make it special, make it creative, but really- the fact that she was born at home was pretty special.  But, here we go...

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Cora Lynlie Faulkner's Birth Story

My estimated due date was April 4th, 2014.  I never thought that I would make it to that date- heck, I never thought I would make it to April!  I had hoped for March 31st simply because Scott had proposed to me March 31, 1998.  I thought it would have been a really awesome "full circle" way of completing our family.  I wouldn't be upset or anything if it didn't happen, I just thought it would be a cool story.  I did NOT want an April Fool's baby.  My cousin's birthday is April 1st and I just wanted our baby to have her own day.

March 31st came and even though I was having a lot of Braxton Hicks contractions, it just wasn't going to happen.  So, I planned to take it easy on April 1st so as to not press my luck with her arrival on the day I was really trying to avoid.  I had a client/friend who was due March 30th that I had arranged to have a backup doula along with me if I was still pregnant when she went into labor.  My client ended up heading to the hospital the early morning of April 1st after a couple days of early labor at home.  Since I was still pregnant and very  close to my own onset of labor, the backup doula was with her.  I decided that I would go to the hospital to check in on her progress and offer emotional support.  Her hospital was 45 minutes away from my house and my mom was NOT happy about me leaving to go so far away from home.  I figured that I was going to a women's hospital where they deliver babies every day, so worst case scenario, I was good.  I arrived to the hospital to find my client laboring beautifully and the backup doula working well with her.  Then, about 15 minutes after I arrived, the backup doula decided to leave.  This meant that I was not leaving my client until her baby was born.

I began having contractions while with my client.  They weren't anything that screamed to me that it was my time- they were more annoying than anything.  I could talk through them and I never let on to my client that I was having them.  To me, there was no need since they weren't keeping me from doing what I needed to for her.  Around 11pm, client and her hubby were resting so I did as well.  It was during this rest time that the contractions were actually gaining intensity.  Client's beautiful baby boy was born at 11:58pm on April 1st.  Normally, I stay with a client for an hour or two after delivery, but due to my contractions, I excused myself early.

I left the hospital at 12:45am, got in my van, and immediately called my sister (Kamrin) in California to distract me from the contractions on the drive home.  Sitting was not my friend.  The contractions gained intensity during the drive.  I got home at 1:30am and decided to labor over the toilet for a bit.  After 15 or so minutes, I was over that so I climbed onto my bed on all fours so I could rock my pelvis and relieve some pressure.  That didn't last long before Scott woke up and I was able to tell him that baby girl was coming.  Scott hopped up to get stuff ready and asked me what I wanted.  I said that I wanted to get in the bath.  While Scott drew a bath, I called Katie- my dearest friend and doula partner.  Even after talking to Katie, I knew that I was in labor but still thought we may have a bit of time before needing to go to the hospital.  

I climbed into the warm bath and was immediately more relaxed.  The contractions weren't stopping and were definitely intense, but in between I was talking like nothing was happening.  I even started shaking- a sign of transition, but the fact that I was still talking in between threw me off.  Katie arrived at 2:45am and I was still in the tub.  She looked at me, listened to me, and immediately said "We need to GO.  You're in transition!  We need to get you to the hospital."  I agreed to go after getting through one.more.contraction in the tub since I knew one was rapidly approaching.  With that next contraction, at 2:50am, my water broke.  I remember yelling that my water broke, asked if the fluid was clear (it was), and said to mark the time.  As soon as the contraction was over, everyone was rushing to get me OUT of the bath, dressed and ready to head to the hospital (my Mom will tell you that she knew that we were never going to the hospital to have the baby).  I wanted to pee first...

While on the toilet, the pressure was intense.  My mom and Katie were both telling me to GET OFF of the toilet.  I think my mom was seriously afraid that I was going to deliver the baby in the toilet.  As it turns out, she had valid concerns.  As soon as I stood up from the toilet, I felt her.  I reached down and could feel her head.  To the floor I went and to the phone for 911 my mom went and I hugged my bathroom cabinets like my life depended on it.  My mom called 911 at 3:09am and was incredibly calm while relaying everything to the dispatcher, and after some significant screaming on my part, Cora Lynlie Faulkner was born at 3:10am on April 2, 2014.  Scott was behind me and Katie caught Cora.  Cora's cord was wrapped around her neck and around her body twice.  Both Katie and Scott worked together to get the cord unwrapped.  They were incredibly calm and handled everything so well.  The 911 dispatcher talked my mom through everything for Scott and Katie...and, me.  

EMS arrived just under 10 minutes after Cora was born.  By the time they checked her, she had pinked up from her original blue.  A little joke- when I asked what her APGAR score was, they said that she was a 12!  My little overachiever was given a score of 12 when APGAR scores only go to 10!  HA!  

Hello, sweet baby girl.  That was quite the entrance you just made!

Daddy cutting the cord with a scalpel from EMS

Proud Daddy.  Yes, I am still on the bathroom floor back there.

He can finally breathe and laugh.  :)

I had joked throughout most of my pregnancy that I was going to deliver at home.  I loved the idea of a home birth, but I was considered "high risk" and no one would have ever signed on for that responsibility.  With that said, it was NEVER intentional for me to have this home birth.  Just because Katie and I are doula's doesn't mean that we are irresponsible or negligent purposefully.  We are not the doula's who pass themselves off as midwives (big NO-NO!).  We happily tell clients that we do NOT do medical procedures and that if it requires gloves, we don't do it.  :)  With that said, if the roles were reversed, I would have no hesitation in doing what needed to be done in order to deliver a baby as safely as possible and that's exactly what Katie did.  While many women have unassisted births all of the time, that was never in the plans for me.  It may make for a fun story now, but I want to be clear- we had NO idea that Cora would make such a rapid entrance.  We had a strong suspicion that her entrance would not be long since Ethan's birth was also fast, but Cora's labor was so much different than his and that ended up suspending a quicker decision to go to the hospital.  In hindsight, I should've gone straight to the hospital after leaving my client.  But, let's face it- if I was able to drive home, surely I wasn't close to delivering, right?  Guess not.  Even if we had left for the hospital when Katie first arrived, we wouldn't have made it; we would've had a baby mid-route in the car.  We were safer staying home and letting EMS come.  We are eternally grateful that everything ended well and that both Cora and I are good. 

EMS gave me over a half an hour to deliver the placenta.  I was having intense contractions again but no sensation to push.  I didn't have any of that with Ethan's placenta.  The doctor just "guided" it out and I didn't have to do a thing, nor did it hurt.  This beyotch of a placenta had other plans.  It retained.  That means that it would need to be manually extracted.  Scott needed to drive to the hospital so I wanted my Mom with me in the ambulance.  I thought she would ride in the back with me, but she had to ride in front.  It did bring me some comfort having my Mommy with me through it all.  So, I held Cora as we were taken to the hospital via the ambulance.  Holding Cora, having way strong contractions without any way of moving positions, having an IV placed in the ambulance, all while on a bumpy ride was no picnic.  We arrived to the ER and all I could say was, "Get it OUT!"

Before leaving home for the hospital, Mary was holding Ethan.  All of the commotion woke him up (ya think?!?!?).  He had seen his baby sister for the first time and even signed, "Hi, baby."  As soon as Mary told me that, I started to cry.  My sweet boy.

Ethan meeting his sister for the first time

 

Sweet smooches from my boy

This.  The moment after I was told Bubs signed to his sister.  Overwhelmed with emotion in that moment.

Lighting up the neighborhood.  BOTH of my children's first car ride was in an ambulance.  :/

Retained placenta can kiss it.  My doctor arrived to my room and had to manually remove beyotch.  Yes, I was turned into a human pumpkin being scooped out for Halloween.  That was excruciating.  I could've given birth to Cora again, happily, before ever wanting to feel that pain again.  

Once Cora was checked out and given a clear bill and I no longer had beyotch taking up residence, we were all able to breathe and say, "Holy bleep.  That JUST happened."

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Katie doesn't want a big deal made of what she did for us, but I will just say that she was a rock.  I know that Scott and my mom were able to remain as calm as they were because Katie was calm.  Even though we aren't in the delivering babies ourselves business, we do see birth a lot more than anyone else that was in that bathroom and her experience kept everyone focused.  Thinking of the "what-ifs" has affected both of us.  It has been quite the emotional roller coaster when thinking of the events and honestly, they are traumatic for all of us.  Shoot, her having to see and hear me in the moment of birth earns her mad props and if we weren't close before, well- we are now!  :)  {Love you, Katie!}

So, there you have it.  I am so thankful that my Mom was here, that Mary arrived just in time to be here with Ethan, that EMS was fast, for Katie, and for Scott.  We ended up making a pretty fabulous team.  

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Cliff's Notes Version

• annoying contractions started evening 4/1
• intense contractions started early morning 4/2
• labored 30 minutes or less in the bath
• water broke in bath 2:50am 4/2
• baby born on bathroom floor 20 minutes later 3:10am
• Stats:  7lbs. 10oz. 21"

 Next up...how to cause a major sh*t storm at the hospital. 

 

 

Last Pregnancy Pics Ever

 

My neighbor, Amy, was going to take some last maternity pictures for me the next night with better planning.  These pictures were impromtu- I wasn't wearing any makeup and my hair was clearly not doing anything special.  As it turned out, they would be my last pregnancy pictures taken...ever.  ::sniff, sniff::

I never embraced the "bump" with Ethan.  I was so young and figured I would be pregnant at least one or two more times.  Little did I know that it would be thirteen years in between and that this would be my last pregnancy.  There is something you cherish a tad bit more when you know it's the last time you will be experiencing something so special.  I love that I have these pictures and wish that I could go back in time to have similar pictures taken of my Ethan bump (which was MUCH rounder).

Pip's Name

I think more people wanted to know what Pip's name would be over whether she was a boy or girl!  Some of you are very impatient, lol!

So, as you know now, Pip's name is Cora Lynlie Faulkner.

How did we choose this name?  Well, I have loved Cora since high school when I saw The Last of the Mohicans  for the first time.  I struggled with choosing it since my family has a habit of wanting all "C" names to be "K" names and I do not like Cora as Kora.  But, we have put our foot down that we do NOT want to ever see Cora's name spelled with a K.  We are NOT the Kardashian's, ha!

The middle name was a bit more of a challenge.  Scott really wanted a family name, but I didn't want to choose between the families.  I liked Elyse a lot and Scott would say, "eh, it's ok."  Then, one night in my sleep it came to me:  can I combine our mothers names somehow?  Why yes, yes I can!

Scott's mom's name is Lynda and my mom's name is Leslie.  Lynda and Leslie.

I presented the name to Scott the next morning and he marinated on it for a nanosecond before he said, "Yep.  That's it."

Where's my easy button?  All the back and forth on names when the answer was within the family the entire time.  :)

*****

Birth story up next.  Promise.  I've been a tad bit busy with a newborn.  

Ten years ago...

Ten years ago, today, our world was turned completely upside-down.

Ten years ago, I prepared to take Ethan to the pediatrician one.more.time to get meds for what seemed like another infection from nowhere.  He had been so sick over the past four months- the sickest he'd ever been his entire life.  He never had the recurring ear infections like a lot of kids with Down syndrome do and had, maybe, been on antibiotics a handful of times in his almost three years of life.  Shortly after our move to North Carolina, the infections started rolling in.  Ear, upper respiratory, sinus, and repeat.  Amoxicillan, Augmentin, Omnicef...alternate and repeat.

After four months of caring for a sick child as a single parent (Scott was back in California), I was worn down and beyond emotional.  I just wanted my baby to feel better!

Ten years ago, I anticipated leaving the pediatrician with another antibiotic script in hand after an evaluation and possible sinus culture.  I didn't even shower that morning.  The appointment was at 10am and I figured that I would just tackle taking care of me after lunch and nap time.

We arrived to the doctor- Ethan beyond weak and lethargic.  I tell Dr. L that enough is enough.  Why is Ethan so sick?!!?!?  He agrees and says he wants to run a blood panel.  Ethan had fallen asleep in my lap, which he NEVER does.  He gathered the strength to fight during the blood draw, but went back to sleep in my arms as soon as it was over.

Ten years ago, we waited for the blood results.  Ten years ago, Dr. L says, "I'm going to have the blood test redone because all of his numbers are very low and I need to make sure it's not a lab error."  Ten years ago, I knew.

Ten years ago, Dr. L came in with the second blood test results.

"The results are the same.  I don't think I need to tell you what I think is going on (I nod), but I believe Ethan has leukemia.  I've called Brenner's and Dr. Wofford is expecting you on the 9th floor.  I'm really sorry and I will be praying for you."

Leukemia.  The last time I even thought about leukemia was May 29, 2001- the day we brought Ethan home from the hospital.  Somehow, it was burrowed deep down in my mind because I did know what we were dealing with the moment the first blood results came back low.

Ten years ago, I carried my weak little boy to the car and strapped him into his carseat.  I promised him that it was going to be ok and that Mommy was going to make sure he felt better.  I called Scott and had to tell him that his son probably had leukemia while he was helpless 2,700 miles away.  I've always felt that even though I was alone again with a huge diagnosis (I was alone when the doctor told me she suspected Ethan had Down syndrome), Scott had to have been so much worse off than me- completely helpless and unable to be present to keep us all strong.

Ten years ago, I pulled out of the doctor's parking lot and headed in the direction of the hospital.  I called Theresa along the way.  That's when I lost it.  I, all of a sudden, couldn't breathe or talk.  When I finally got it out, she insisted that I go get her and that I would NOT be going alone.  She also said to make sure that my butt wasn't in the driver seat when she got to me because I was not driving.  Here she was, almost eight months pregnant and taking care of me.

Ten years ago, we found ourselves in a massive parking lot without any knowledge of where to go.  We finally found our way up to the 9th floor- ONCOLOGY.  We checked in with the nurses desk and said that Dr. Wofford was expecting us.  Everything was so unreal.  This isn't happening.

After checking in, we were shown to our room- Room 901, the first room on the left when entering the floor.  Wait, we have a room?  We get to go home today, right?  That was my biggest moment of denial.  Even with a confirmed diagnosis, we would still go home, right?  Um, no.

Ten years ago, Theresa and I accompanied Ethan to the sedation suite that is located inside the PICU.  What would become the first of many trips to that suite, Dr. Wofford performed a bone marrow aspirate and lumbar puncture.  I would never leave his side as he was sedated.  Theresa stood behind me and her support, both emotionally AND physically, meant and still means the world to me.  We would know within hours.

Ten years ago...ACUTE LYMPHOBLASTIC LEUKEMIA.  

Ten years ago, leukemia was confirmed but we were told that the type of leukemia Ethan had did have the highest remission rates and that, typically, children with Down syndrome respond very well.  I tried to take comfort in that information, but it wasn't easy as the IV pokes began and Ethan was already hooked up to both red blood and platelets for transfusion.

Ten years ago- February 13, 2004- was one of our darkest days and the day that completely rocked our world to the core and even today, trying to write this is difficult.  I still find myself in tears remembering that day and how raw it still is.

Ten years ago, I feared for my baby boy's life and today, I celebrate his conquering of the leukemia beast!  He has come so, so far.  We could not be prouder of his achievements!  And, even when his little hormonal self is driving me to the edge, I can take a step back and be thankful that our little man is here, he is ALIVE!  My Bubs is a SURVIVOR!!!  And for that, I can be thankful for his little hormonal self. 

GD!!!!

Ok, before my fellow Christians have a heart attack, I am not saying that.  

Gestational Diabetes (GD).  Doctor says I have it.  And, I'm a lot emotional about it.

So, I failed the 1-hr glucose screening- which I halfway anticipated because I did with Ethan, too.  But, I also fasted when I didn't have to, so who knows how accurate that screening was.  But, it was not a slight fail, it was not good at 196 (has to be under 140 to pass). 

I went in for the 3-hr glucose screening and drank the drink.  That was MUCH harder than the 1-hr!  Ugh, I felt so sick!  There is just something so wrong about pumping anyone, let alone a pregnant woman, that much sugar at once!  The phlebotomist warned me that if I got sick then the test would be void and we'd have to do it all over again so I did everything I could to mentally keep my mind focused to physically not lose it. 

The most awful drink

The next day, I got the call...

Levels:  {normal level in ()}

Fasting:  95 (95) N
1-hr:  208 (185) H
2-hr:  158 (155) H
3-hr:  64 (140) L

"You have gestational diabetes."

I may be flagged for being the most difficult patient ever.  I missed the cutoff by 3 points (you can fail one and be ok).  I'm pissed about that.  Three freaking points.  Yes, I know there are cutoffs for a reason, but that doesn't make it any easier to swallow. 

I think, for me, what is so upsetting is that I don't have a big sweet tooth to begin with, nor am I eating lots of breads/starches.  I eat lots of fruits and veggies and chicken over any other meat.  I do love a good sandwich, but I'm not eating the basket of breadsticks at Olive Garden.  I haven't gained any weight, I've actually lost and Pip was approximately 3 pounds at her last ultrasound at almost 29 weeks (I'm currently 31 weeks).  I get out and walk- even though I do take it easy since anything more than a casual walk brings on some pretty good Braxton Hicks contractions. 

It's just a kick in the gut.  I kept waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under me since everything with this pregnancy has been going perfect and I guess this is it.  I've taken care of myself, mostly.  Of course, I've had the rare Starbucks treat or Cold Stone milkshake, but let me assure you it was rare. 

So, now I have to meet with a dietician next week to go over how to check my blood sugar 4x's a day and what food to eat that will be within good glycemic index guidelines.  The whole diet thing isn't as big of a deal and not a terrible change in general, but the label, the statistic that is attached to me is annoying the crud out of me.  I was "high risk" before but really only "medium risk" according to my doc due to my age and having Ethan, but now I am "high risk".  I'm told I will be monitored more and I am nervous that they will try to force things I am against down my throat.  I have to remain confident in my knowledge as a doula that I will be fine and so will Pip. 

I'm just annoyed by it all.  And, I swear, now that it would be a big no-no for me to have a sweet tooth attack, I want a large milkshake with a side of Krispy Kreme.  Annoying.

Yes, it's TRUE!

We are having a baby! 

As I sit here one day shy of 14 weeks pregnant, I am still in a state of disbelief.  Ethan is 12 years old and will be a month shy of 13 when this little Pip {nickname given by Aunt Kamrin from day 1 for "Pea in a Pod"} is born.  I have not been shy about vocalizing my desire to give Ethan a sibling, but I had doubt that it would ever happen as the years kept passing by.  So, when we finally decided that now was the time I, for some reason, was reserved with positive thinking.  I kept thinking I would have a hard time getting pregnant or that we would miscarry and not be able to carry to term.  So many "Nagness" moments that I even care to admit.  The moment came when I had the "maybe I am!" thought.  Ethan was the first person to know anything.  We were sitting in the living room and I said, "I think Mommy is going to have a baby.  What do you think of that?"  Ethan immediately blew me a kiss and signed "I love you."  My boy certainly knows how to melt his Momma's heart!  

I went to Walgreen's later that day to buy a test.  For pure savings, I bought the 3-pack.  Later that night, I took Test #1 and it immediately turned positive.  Oh my gosh, I started shaking and crying!  For real?  Is this really happening?  Ethan's pregnancy test was so faint, but not this one!  Pip is making their presence known from the beginning!  Test #2 taken the next morning:  Positive.  Holy crap.  Test #3 taken the following morning:  Positive line turned pink before the pee even made it over to the control line!  Pip had some strong hCG!!!  :)

Now, after wanting and waiting to have another baby for so long you'd think that I would've wanted to shout it from the rooftops that we are expecting, but I didn't.  I think it was mostly fear that kept it in.  I told family and some close friends, but that was all.  We asked those that knew to keep it a secret as we just weren't ready to let it out yet.  I thought after our 8 week appointment I would be ready, but I wasn't and neither was Scott, so we waited some more (much to the disappointment of certain family members who wanted to tell EVERYONE!).

I decided that after my 12 week appointment, I would be ready.  I wanted a good profile pic of Pip to announce the pregnancy, but Pip was not very cooperative.  Pip is not a fan of the paparazzi!  Pip kept moving away from how we wanted the picture taken, so while I have a profile pic, it's a tad fuzzy.  

I had signed up to be a pregnancy model for the ultrasound program at the local hospital.  I would get a free hour long ultrasound.  I decided to wait to announce because I still wanted the perfect profile pic of Pip!  Alas, Pip is a Lord of the Dance Irish dancer who also likes acrobatics and still did not give me that picture I was hoping for!  In fact, a few of the pictures remind of of when Snoopy is dancing, lol!  

I do believe that Pip will give us a run for our money.  This pregnancy, so far, has been so different from Ethan's.  But, I am taking it all in since this will, most likely, be my last pregnancy.  Here is our FB cover photo announcement.  The profile pic is the fuzzy one from 12weeks.  It may be hard to read, but Ethan's shirt says "It's Mr. BIG Brother to you."  

Oy, this is longer than I expected it would be!  haha

DEETS + Q & A

8 week u/s {08/26/13}:  Heart rate beautiful at 167bpm, measured right on schedule

12 week u/s {09/23/13}:  Heart rate beautiful at 157bpm, measured 13w1d.  Nuchal translucency scan showed measurement of 1.3mm (perfection).  Bloodwork came back as normal, as well.

13w5d u/s {10/02/13}:  We weren't given a heart rate, measured 14w2d.

When are you due?  April 4, 2014

Are you and Scott excited?   Of course!  Even though it hasn't completely sunk in yet!

Is Ethan excited?  Tough to tell, but every time I ask him if he's going to be a good big brother or if he loves the baby, he signs "Yes!" with a smile, so I take that as a good thing.  :)

Do you think Ethan will be jealous?  Absolutely in the beginning!  He was jealous of Loren {DP} when I watched her, but he was very gentle with her and would randomly kiss her without being prompted, so I have some great expectations of how good of a big brother Ethan will be!  

Will you be tested to see if the baby has Down syndrome?  I am still pondering the Harmony test, but nothing this far leads us to believe the baby has Down syndrome.  Possible?  Of course.  Likely?  Not at all.

Will you have an amnio?  No.  Nothing invasive.

Will you find out the sex of the baby?  We actually found out yesterday, but are holding off on saying anything yet.  I'm not sure how long it will last since it is really hard to not slip up!  I may have to triple proofread this post just to make sure!  ;)

Do you have names picked out?  Um, I have names that I *LOVE*, but Scott is not sold yet.  No, I'm not saying what they are.

Will you have a doula?  Of course!  My partner in doula crime and one of my nearest and dearest friends, Katie, will be my doula.  :)

How are you feeling?  I've put it as I feel exhausted with a side of sick.  I'm not sure I have ever felt so lazy or wanted to sleep as much as I have with this pregnancy!  I also was not sick with Ethan, so that was a change.  And, just when I think I am getting some energy back or that I won't be sick anymore, Pip reminds me who's in charge!  Pip's an opinionated one, for sure!  :)

So, there you have it!  New adventures on the horizon and we can't wait!  Thank you to everyone for the sweet congratulations and kind words!  We love you all!  xoxo

Losses

I didn't really want to talk about it, but I know that I need to get some of my thoughts out, so here it goes...

Three weeks ago, I suffered a miscarriage. I hadn't shared I was pregnant with anyone yet, not even Scott. We had plans to go on a date to Red Lobster on Monday for Lobsterfest (I was craving) and I had planned on telling him then. Scott found out I was pregnant when I told him my body was rejecting it. During a painful evening, my darling husband was so sweet and came up to my belly, kissed it, and said "feel better". Something so simple, yet so incredibly needed and appreciated.

I was very early on, but the pain that followed was horrible. Both emotional AND physical. The cramping was so intense- as if I was having contractions for days. Something that I have yearned for and dreamed for was leaving me and there wasn't anything I could do about it. The thoughts that enter your mind as you are suffering such loss is not good for one's soul. You have to be stronger than those thoughts, you have to take control of them before they consume you. I had my fair share of uncontrollable tears, sure, but I had to throw myself around people that I knew would bring my positivity back to the forefront. And, that's exactly what I did. I packed up for a weekend trip to Virginia and enjoyed myself.

I felt silly even telling the ones I did tell because of how early it was. Even today, as I read that our friend who was much farther along in her pregnancy than I was, suffered another great loss of her baby and I think, "Do I even have a place for grief after what they are going through right now?". My heart breaks for her, her husband, and their daughter who was SO excited to be a big sister! But, I read somewhere that a loss is a loss, no matter how early or late. That helped me.

I don't know why this happened. I don't know why my body rejected the pregnancy. I am deeply saddened. I know there is a reason and that "God has a plan", but that's not what I want or need to hear. I don't need to dwell on this loss, but I need to acknowledge it.

I pray that we have the chance again to be excited over an addition to our family! You can pray with us. And, to my family- this does not mean that I want you asking me every month if I'm pregnant. ;) Trust me, if and when I ever am, you will know before they are born. :)

So now I wait for my hormones to get back in check. One day I may feel like killing my husband. The next, I may be ok. There is no rhyme or reason and I cannot explain it other than my hormones are all a whack. So, there ya go...if I bite your head off, I apologize.

Much love.

Routine

The other night we had made Ethan's dinner and it just so happened to be leftovers- oh how we love leftovers! We were able to mash up the food enough to not have to puree it in the food processor. So, we go and put the bowl in front of Ethan and he pushes it away- he refuses to even take a bite. Now, Ethan loves to eat so for him to push his food away, it's just odd. Scott wonders if it's because we didn't use the processor. Ethan knows that every night for dinner, his food goes into the food processor to puree, then into his bowl. Scott tries to pull a fast one on him and blocks the food processor so Ethan can't see it, and then runs it without putting any food in it. Yeah, nice try. E still refuses his food. Grrrrrr.... So, Scott then says fine, it needs to be pureed. E watched Scott put the food into the FP, listened to the FP run, and then happily ate his dinner. Moral of the story? Don't eff with E's dinner routine.

Ethan's Birth Story

I don't think that I have posted this, ever.  I wrote it up for another website which is why I never posted it, I guess.  I thought that I could always forward people to the post on the other site.  Anywho, it was never posted there, so here it is now.

Ethan’s Birth Story

May 24, 2001.  I was relaxing at home, anxiously awaiting my May 29^th due date.  My older sister had called me that morning to check in and see how I was.   My doctor had taken me out of work to start my maternity leave due to elevated blood pressure.  I had done my nesting- the living room had been rearranged,  every nook and cranny had been sterilized, hospital bag was packed, clothes were washed and hung, bottles were washed and sterilized, diapers were stocked, and the infant seat was securely installed. 

After talking with my sister, I noticed some signs of early labor.  We knew we were having a boy and we knew his name would be Ethan Scott Faulkner.  I knew he was going to be making his appearance very soon. 

I went about my day as planned- I had a date with my manicurist for pretty nails, and even though I was not scheduled for a pedicure, she was sweet to redo my French pedicure {because you know that matters- pretty toes when giving birth!}.  I had contractions throughout the day but nothing that made me think it was time to head to the hospital.  I really wanted to labor as much as possible at home.  One of my biggest fears was to labor at home, get to the hospital and be told to go home.

After running errands most of the day, I headed home to relax as much as possible.  I called my husband, Scott, to tell him to not go very far from work because I really felt that Ethan was coming.  I unpacked and repacked the hospital bag.  I sat in Ethan’s nursery, looked around and thought to myself how Scott and I were about to become parents and a family of three.  I caressed my belly and enjoyed one last episode of hiccups inside of me.  I knew that I would miss feeling him inside of me once he was born.

Except for sciatica, Ethan was kind to me during my pregnancy- no morning sickness, no bruised ribs, and no unbearable sleepless nights.  I felt bad for women who are miserable during pregnancy because I loved every second of it. 

Scott came home from work close to 6pm and was so cute and nervous.  Every contraction had a question attached to it:  Is it time?  At 10pm, I finally responded with “Yes, we can go to the hospital now”.

We arrived to the hospital and were checked in by 10:30pm.  I was given my ever-so-stylish hospital gown and climbed on to the bed for my first “check”. 

2 centimeters.  -2 Station.  No effacement.  My biggest fear about to come true!  They were going to send me home! 

Luckily, I was the only laboring Mother that night so the nurses let me walk around for an hour before sending me home. 

Check #2:  4 centimeters, 0 station, 80% effaced!  We were not going home without a baby!

Since the walking and rocking worked so well, we did it again! 

Check #3:  6 centimeters, +1 station, 100% effaced!  This is when the nurses kicked into overdrive since my labor was, obviously, moving quicker than anyone could have imagined considering where I was when we got to the hospital.  The nurses rushed to get my IV in and give me my medication to protect Ethan since I was Group Beta Strep positive.  Just as my IV was going in, my water broke. 

Up until my water breaking, my contractions were mild.  I was offered a water birth, but my OB denied the request due to my GBS+ status, so we opted for the Plan B offered:  a warm shower.  Contractions became intense and it became clear that I had back labor.  Scott had to massage my lower back and keep the warm water on me simultaneously.  After only being in the shower for 20 minutes, I was checked and was fully dilated and ready to deliver! 

Everything was moving so quickly, there was no time to even think.  I didn’t even think to ask for my glasses so I could see!  After 20 minutes of pushing, Ethan made his grand entrance.

May 25, 2001, 1:21am.  Ethan Scott Faulkner.  8 pounds, 20 ½ inches picture of perfection.

Ethan had a BUNCH of black hair and barely cried.  His APGAR scores were 8 and 9.  His placenta was healthy.  Some people find it odd that I cared and wanted to see his placenta, but I wanted to see what nourished our baby for nine months.  We were given no indication that anything was wrong.

Scott went home around 3:30am after Ethan and I were settled into a (shared) postpartum room.  I don’t know how I was expected to sleep after just giving birth to our first son.  Ethan was placed in the bassinet beside me, lights were off, and all I wanted to do was hold him and call everyone to announce Ethan’s arrival! 

Ethan never cried once in those early hours after his birth.  He did make the most precious suckling motion with his lips that made me think he was hungry, but when I asked the nurse all she said was that he would cry if he was hungry.

Later that morning after 7am rounds, the pediatrician came into my “room”.  Ethan had been taken to the nursery for the evaluation.  The pediatrician stood beside my bed and uttered the words forever etched in my brain:  “I have concerns.  Your baby has markers for Down syndrome”.  She then shared with me the markers that she was concerned about- singular palmar crease and eye shape being the primary concerns.

I was ALONE.  I was scared.  I wanted to see my baby.  I wanted her to be wrong.  I had that overwhelming feeling of nervousness.  I wanted visiting hours to hurry up and arrive so I would not be alone in this fear anymore.

I took the prenatal screening tests (AFP) and it was negative.  I was 24 years old!  What did I do to cause my baby to have Down syndrome? 

I couldn’t wait for Scott to arrive for visiting hours; I had to call him at home.  He made sure to get to the hospital as soon as he was allowed.  He was speechless and didn’t know really what to say about the pediatrician’s concerns.  I think that he was silently praying that she was wrong.

Throughout the day, we welcomed visitors.  My Mom and older sister helped me try to breastfeed, but Ethan would not latch on.  The nurses continued to tell me that when Ethan was hungry, he would cry.  But, he never cried. 

I shared the concerns about Ethan with my family and friends who visited.  They assured me that he was “perfect” and his almond-shaped eyes were mine, and that they did not see any resemblance of a child with Down syndrome.  I would stare at Ethan throughout the day looking to see what the doctor saw, but I just never did- not that I had much experience seeing babies with Down syndrome, but the image that I had in my head did not look like my son.

As the day became early evening, I asked Scott to go check on Ethan since he had been taken earlier to the nursery for an evaluation, but it had been quite a while.  I really felt that he should have been returned to us by then.  Scott came back and said that a nurse would be in shortly to talk with us.

The nurse came in and asked us to come to the nursery.

Scott and I came around the corner into the nursery to a visual I will never forget- Ethan under an oxygen hood with monitors hooked onto him.

“Mr. and Mrs. Faulkner, your baby is not able to keep his oxygen saturation up, his blood sugar is low, he is showing signs of fighting infection, and we believe we hear a heart murmur.  The doctor is on the phone with Valley Children’s Hospital now.  He may need to be transported.”

The pediatrician finished speaking with the children’s hospital and it was decided that Ethan would need to be transported to Valley Children’s- an hour away.  VCH was sending an ambulance transport team to take Ethan to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit where he could be properly monitored and cared for, and also where an echocardiogram could be done.

At less than 24 hours old, Ethan was placed in a baby isolette and loaded into an ambulance.  Scott and I were numb.  I was discharged from the hospital with strict instructions for myself and we left to meet the ambulance at VCH.  Scott and I left the hospital without a baby in my belly or the infant carrier seat that was secured in the back seat.

Oddly enough, we still held on to hope that the doctor’s suspicions were wrong.  One of my first questions to the neonatologist was if he was sure that Ethan did in fact have Down syndrome.  “Yes, I am sure.  Of course, we will not know definitively until the chromosomal tests are done, but I am sure.”

My Mom and Dad had rushed to meet us at the new hospital and even though I had my husband, all I wanted was my Mommy…Mommy would make it all better, right?

We spent close to four days in the NICU.  The echocardiogram did not show a major defect, he was breathing room air efficiently, and was eating enough to gain back some of the weight he had lost. 

We brought Ethan home on May 29, 2001- his due date.  We had fears and we were overwhelmed, but our son was here, he was beautiful, and he was LOVED.  There was nothing any doctor could tell us that would change that we loved our son with every bit of our souls.

Two weeks later, we repeated the echocardiogram and were cleared from cardiology.  We were also given our confirmation that Ethan does have Down syndrome.  To me, it didn’t matter anymore.  He was my son and I would do whatever I needed to do to make sure he had the best life possible.  I would have done the same thing if he didn’t have Down syndrome, so why would that extra chromosome change that?

Scott and I chose to not bury ourselves in medical jargon or the future in the beginning.  For one, the internet was just out and we had dial-up which made it easier to not get stuck on the computer, but most importantly we wanted to enjoy our baby as a baby and not rob him, or US, of that.

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