I don’t even know what this is going to look like since I opted to skip pen and paper journalist and I have had so much I have not fully processed because I’m taking care of kids/working and chugging along, but I knew I needed to journal by typing or pen and paper (cuz I’m way faster at typing than pen and paper writing, so here we are.) And I like to share some things because its hard to have time or the words on the spot in family gatherings and attempts to talk with friends. Because of all the things I am going to share is some of the reason I might come across as flaky or inconsistent in trying to make or maintain friends although traditionally I have been pretty great at that (ha)
So here we go…
What I thought was a short-term journey of getting Ethan to get “a little older and stronger…to school age” etc. has become more clearly not quite as short term as I had thought and hoped. He gets hit just as hard by illness and as we were told in May by his pulmonologist (lung doc/APN) his lungs are like “preemie lungs” basically. This to my understanding is mostly due to him being on a ventilator for a month as a baby (7-9months old in hospital). I used to say I don’t think I have PTSD, even a little bit of the characteristics (and I mean real PTSD because Im a therapist for those who don;t know, so I generally don’t throw out diagnosis labels like slang) but more and more I feel like Ethan’s illnesses and anxiety revolving around it have gotten to me more than I thought. For example, I was at orientation and doing a half day of CPR like I have for other jobs in the past, even in NICU before we could leave with Ethan we had to do CPR. Never have I felt I had to look away, have my heart beating fast, or start to cry from watching a basic, poor acting and low budget CPR video.
I am still positive and feel like overall he will do well, but it is really overwhelming to know its no longer an “if” Ethan will get hospitalized (and not just an overnight trip either. We are talking a week ast least, even with home oxygen available for the tapered oxygen end. Which is now up to 3 weeks overnight when he has a basic cold, by the way.) Those hospitalizations usually involve a stay in ICU sometimes for his history but they actually said they (experienced Picu nurses) were worried he was going to have to be put on a ventilator a few weeks ago…at age 5! for RSV! That illness is usually nothing for older kids and we were told he is so inflamed he could have another bad round if he were to get it in the next 3 months (or something like that…all that information swirls around in my head especially because I am getting it all by text and conversation usually since I started a new job.)
So here we are, trying to find a balance with Ethan’s social, educational, and medical needs (and survival) It is not us being dramatic but rather doctors telling us he does not need to be around kids with snotty noses or coughs. Well if you have ever worked in group care or at a school you know that is basically ALL winter. Last time a lung doc told us she thought he needed to be at home until he is older because of illness, we decided that if we were near a children’s hospital, we would take the bad in with the good so he could be in school/preschool while he gets therapies. Well after that scare in ICU and what even more lung docs with varying degrees of conservatism, we decided if that many of them all agreed he doesn’t need ot be around it, we would do what we could to get him to be in school in hte spring and summer (for prek) and homeschool in the winter so he wouldn’t be in a hospital as frequently. (He has not had therapies in quite awhile because if you get inpatient therapies but you don’t feel your kid is well enough to do so much being around other kids, you don’t get therapy. Which is fine, that is how it is set up. But as it stands, he is already missing a lot of school anyway from being sick and missing therapy. Sitting in a bed and suffering by feeding tube placements and suctioning. Yep it literally and figuratively sucks.
So what a crazy notion-When you think about parenthood, you aren’t thinking about how you will have to decide “If I take my kid to church, is it going to make it so he’s still hospitalized from a cold he got and we can’t go out of town to celebrate our anniversary in two weeks?” or worry about germs from Communion ( I know that’s bad but guys this is what it has done to us…) We try to not worry and everyone says don’t worry, pray, and be happy (ok not really but its like the song. 😉 ) I do believe God has reasons for things. But man this kid and our hearts have been through a lot. I do think that’s one reason Ryan is an RN. If it was up to me, there were times I would have waited to take Ethan to the ER or not gone at all. Or Ryan had to fight to get better treatment for Ethan at the hospital because he was being overlooked or the seriousness was not realized then lo and behold, he was deteriroating and needed a transfer to higher level of care. (The hospital is wonderful overall, but you do have to be on your toes as a parent at any facility.) I can watch for the signs but I’m just saying I think that is God watching out for Ethan by his Daddy being an RN, with lots of ICU experience at that.
I say ward because his room is getting to look more and more like a hospital room. Not be all doom and gloom because I am SO very thankful we have those resources. It has shaved off a day or two or more of hospital stays that he can have up to 2 liters oxygen at home (usually just overnight with colds). So while that sounds great, the flip side is this-you hear the alarms go off while you’re asleep/trying to sleep. Your kid is only 5 and likes to rip the pulse ox probe off his toe, so largely Ryan is forced to lie down with him overnight or ast least to get him to sleep. And I know that a lot of parents do that anyway, but trust me being able to choose whether to do so and have no choice are two different things. So our schedules have often been different so we can adequately keep up with Ethan’s needs and when we are both at home, we might not even share a bed for the greater part of a few weeks because of all this medical stuff. Also it went out the other day so we needed a new cord.
Another thing that might be making his room look a litlte more medical ward-ish is that Ethan might be getting a g button/tube /feeding tube whatever he ends up getting or you call it. He basically is very under height and under weight and he is scheduled to get tested for a growth hormone deficiency, but since he is also not drinking much at all (because super thickened liquids are nasty and like pudding and hard to handle…) he is chronically dehydrated and putting in a tube might be a better choice than jumping to testing, although endocrine has followed him for over a year and recommended it. It may be that malnourishment is just a simpler answer to his lack of growth problem. I cried when a doctor first mentioned it, but there ought to be a way he can still eat food but only get liquids by feeding tube. That would be fine with me at this point. We need him to grow so his lungs can grow well and he can heal and hopefully have a more inclusive life all year long. If me or ryan seem to change our minds about things we attend or don’t attend with Ethan please understand we are not being flaky and we are just trying to do what is best for him. Sometimes that might change based on what we know or even what we feel. We try to think of what Ethan would want as well since he doesn’t talk a whole lot. I know kids shouldn’t make those choices but you do think about that some when it comes to 6 weeks of hospitalizations or doctors’ visits per winter vs one per year. He likes school but he likes home too and he has become very anxious about the hospital. So much so he screamed when i showed him a little girl’s picture because she went to his school and she got sick and was even smiling in the picture. the yellow hospital gown scared him and the bed and oxygen tubing . He knew where she was.
Ok this is really just venting and like purging, really, but I don’t care. Another thing that is so hard is every hospitalization is a battle, some more than others, to get staff to listen sometimes. They are good at their jobs for the most part, and some know to go with what we say because we know our child best-but because of delays or people not listening to us, he gets painfully constipated every visit.
So yea that’s why we have moved to different cities and apartments like we are running from the law (lol) because something happens that we thought was behind us and we have to make decisions based on what we currently know.
So we currently know he has chronic lung disease, is malnourished in some ways, and me and Ryan combined at least have PTSD.
Again, these are not all things kids with “just” Down Syndrome have so its really not about that. Like I’ve said in past posts, it can happen to any kid hypothetically. Some of his airways traits that can go along with DS do not help matters, but I don’t even think quite as often about the DS to be honest. At least not when we are dealing with an illness and figuring out interventions for him.
He is making progress developmentally and we will continue to work on that as we are trying to cooordinate outpatient therapies for him.
One thing for sure I know is he is all worth it.
This post/journaling is all over the place but basically it is hard to let it sink in that something is going to be around awhile and you don’t know when an end in sight is. Things have been so hard and socially isolating for us as parents that I reallly just want to kick something or lie my head down and cry. There are no simple answers and us as the parents have to come up with that. We put prayer to it and do what we feel led to do but any decision we make is scary and frankly none have come up with the outcomes we 100% wanted except that Ethan is still with us. And for that we can be truly grateful. He is maturing and putting his dishes in the sink and saying more words and being very affectionate to his little sister. He is not perfect but I’ve complained about his medical issues enough that it wouldn’t be fair to talk about other things. He’s a good kid.