As it often does, life got rather hectic the last couple
weeks with everything going on here and work back home (which I’m doing my best
to keep up with remotely), so I’m a bit behind in providing an update. I’ll do my best to catch you all up on the
life and times of miss Juliet.
When I last posted, we were anxiously awaiting the formal
swallow study. The results of this study
would determine whether we could even proceed with attempting to feed Juliet
orally or whether she would have to undergo yet another surgery in order to
implant a gastric/gastronomy tube, or g-tube.
It’s quite the production whenever you are required to go for imaging at
this hospital. Everything is on a
basement level, usually down some dark, foreboding corridor through several
sets of double doors. When we arrived,
Nicole the speech therapist, met us with a smile and her familiar face provided
some relief of the anxiety we were experiencing. We were each given a leaden smock with a
thyroid-protecting neckpiece, and as we were donning our gear Juliet was
situated on a sort of pedestal in front of the x-ray. It’s a somewhat imposing looking setup, but
we were extremely hopeful that our little fighter would overcome yet another
obstacle.
Essentially, some of Jordan’s breast milk was fortified with
barium to act as a tracer for the x-ray.
Nicole would watch the fluid as it enters Juliet’s mouth and follow it
down her neck to see whether any would be inadvertently diverted into the
airway and to the lungs or whether the full volume would travel the esophagus
to the stomach. There’s a monitor to the
left of the apparatus where the x-ray can be viewed in real-time. It would’ve been fascinating if we hadn’t
been so heavily invested in the outcome for our baby’s future. We had been working extremely hard to get her
to take the mere 5 ml of milk that they would need in order to get a good
look. At times, she would take it
relatively easily, and at others she would not take any at all. She’d need to take a decent amount in a reasonably
short period of time, as she could only be exposed to the radiation for so long
before they would abort the study and consider it a failure. There were worlds riding on a couple of swigs.
Three perfect swallows was all that Nicole needed to
see. Our diminutive champion had beaten
the odds .again. Thank the Lord.
This victory would be short-lived, though, as almost
immediately the focus shifted to nourishment sustainability. In order to thrive, Juliet would demand
approximately 130 milliliters per kilogram of body weight. At around 3.7 kg, she’d have to ingest around
480 ml daily. We just struggled for days
to work her up to 5 ml. We had another
battle looming just ahead.
Initially, progress was slow. We attempted feeds every three hours around
the clock. In light of the importance of
all of this, Jordan and I decided to trade off night shifts. One of us would stay at the hospital
overnight to make the midnight, 3:00, and 6:00 feedings while the other got a
decent night’s sleep back at the apartment, and we’d rotate each night. This was exhausting, challenging work. Juliet was trying, but it just didn’t seem
that she would ever be able to consume the kinds of volumes they were
demanding. She was progressing, but in baby steps.
We found it to be quite an achievement when she got over 150
ml for 24 hours, and we should have known that the roller coaster was due for a
dip… Last Thursday, while Jordan was
holding her, Jujubee had a series of full-body tremors. I wasn’t there, but Jordan likened them to
shivers - not violent, but concerning enough for a baby with multiple risk
factors for seizures. That evening she had
an odd eye flutter that only added to the trepidation. The doctors immediately called for neurology
to send someone down, and before too long the EEG machine was being wheeled to
Juju’s bedside. She hates this
thing. The poor baby was born with more
hair that I have and they use this thick, greasy goop (worse than petroleum
jelly) to stick the dozens of probes onto her head. It pulls at her hair and is uncomfortable on
her already distressed head.
It might go without saying, her feeding progress
suffered. She backslid not
insignificantly over the next two or three days while she was hooked up to the
EEG. The good news: the EEG did not find
any seizure events or unexpected abnormal activity. Thank
God.
We were extremely relieved, but again, the celebratory
period was fleeting. With the
neurological concerns out of the way, the team of doctors shifted focus back to
the feeding. As Juliet’s numbers were
dropping and she was already far short of the mark, they began to apply
pressure to pursue the g-tube. We weren’t
convinced. We knew that she could do it,
if she just had the right opportunity.
We fought for her. We argued with
the doctors, we played every delay tactic we could and we bought her more time. The nights were long, and that made the days weary, but we pressed on.
We pulled out every trick we
could think of to get this baby girl to eat, we held her sometimes upwards of
14 hours a day. She continued to make progress. She continued to surprise us all. On Wednesday, we had gone to the apartment to
shower and change and grab a bite to eat.
When we walked back in Juliet’s room, her feeding tube was gone, and she
was dressed in little baby clothes for the first time in her life. We were ecstatic! She had finally done it,
satisfied all the doctors and avoided the surgery… That’s what we thought… Our hearts sunk when
our nurse made her way in and informed us that Juliet had pulled her own
tube. No decisions had been made, and
the doctors were still leaning toward the g-tube. The general surgeon even came by to try to
get us on the schedule. He had an
opening Friday, two days away. Absolutely
brutal. We pushed back to next
week. We just weren’t ready to concede
defeat for her. We still believe in her.
We persevered. We
kept up the feeds. We stayed up all
night. We started a scoreboard on the
window with dry erase markers. We
tracked every drop of fluid our sweet girl took. We rejoiced with the good feeds, and we
lamented in the bad ones.
At around noon today, the attending physician came in to let
us know that we are being transferred from the ICU to the regular pediatric
floor, and unless there is some unexpected significant regression… we will be
going home early next week. Praise Jesus.
This is only the beginning of Juliet’s adventures, and the
realization that we will truly be doing this all on our own without the help of
our amazing PCICU nurses is terrifying.
Thanks again to every one of you for supporting us with your thoughts,
prayers, best wishes, encouraging words, gifts, friendship, and love. We honestly could not have made it through
these last two months without all of you.
Please continue to lift us up, that these next few days go well and that
discharge and transition home will go smoothly.
Lord willing, my next update will come from home.
Thank you Brad for the update. I'm with y'all on the decisions that you make..as to holding off as long as possible..to see if Juliet will win a victory for her health. I believe that as new & tiny as she is..she is only resonding with HER body instincts. And also that God is with you all..& He will guide Juliet in her " personal journey " with Him.
ReplyDeleteThe last pic is so precious!! She has a beautiful smile..& a little twinkle in her eyes!
My heart & prayers are always with you ALL! And I'm so very proud that you & Jordan are the parents of Juliet. I too am looking forward to day the you all get to go home!!❤️❤️❤️
I will be praying A LOT. I cried a lot once I was home with Alec after a short 16 day stay at the NICU in comparison to Juju. I missed the relationships and the medical support. I still get flashbacks every time I smell hospital grade soap. However, I see my healthy boy today and give thanks. You would never know that he had such a close call and rough start at life! Juju is a miracle and she is proof that God is good! Alec is 8 and now I can't tell you the last time he saw a doctor! Hos first 3 years of life we were at doctors every other week... Hang in there! Love and peace as you begin adventures at home with Juju!! 😘❤️😃
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