At the beginning of January, Robbie was just getting sturdier on his feet. This meant he needed real shoes! He wasn't sure how excited he was about it.
I mean, they're just... so... heavy..
A gift from a friend. Finally someone who'll let me pick his nose.
Helping Daddy sort cables.
Robbie has finally discovered a love of chocolate. Particularly chocolate graham goldfish. He can't really chew them yet, but if you lick them enough, they WILL melt.
A big boy on his firetruck.
Robbie got a new toybox.
Showing off his mad standing skills with a Christmas gift.
Of course, there were the tubes at the beginning of the month. And then he eased closer and closer to walking. Finally last Monday (1/25) I officially declared him a walker.
See for yourself:
Robbie also has acquired a few new words. The clearest of these is "hi!" He doesn't say it a lot, but usually greets me with it when I get him out of the car at daycare. I present 19 seconds of me trying to open the door, 1 second of "hi!"
He's also learned a few things I don't have video of, including knowing where his eyes, nose, hair, belly & feet are. He can now tell us what a monkey and kitty can say. ("ah ah" and "yeah" respectively.)
This last weekend, we visited his grandma Cox at her house and he discovered the joy of a light switch.
He's still loving music and really anything electronic. We've decided he needs a few more non-electronic toys because he thinks EVERYTHING has a button. Give him a doll and he'll push its nose trying to figure out how to make it work.
Give him something which requires hitting buttons for music and he's in heaven.
He was enjoying singing "row, row, row your boat" last month. This month he's moved up in the world with "Witch Doctor"
It's been a fun month, for sure. Tomorrow I'll try to catch up on pictures as well!
--Trish
P.S. Robbie has had a yucky cold for more than a week now and the cough is rough again. He also has another double ear infection despite the tubes. We could use some good health prayers!
I've talked about the March of Dimes before. The research they supported is responsible for Robbie even having a chance at life. The development of surfactant alone leaves me forever beholden to their organization.
But that isn't all the March of Dimes does. As a group, the MoD is trying to save babies. Babies who would never be conceived, babies who would be lost to miscarriage or stillbirth, babies who are born too soon or with birth defects are all helped by the mission of the March of Dimes.
When we were having difficulty trying to conceive, their website offered information, when we suffered two miscarriages, they offered research and hope and when Robbie was born, they offered life for our impossibly tiny son. In the years between our initial desire to become parents and now, we have seen so many others affected by these same circumstances and more. These days I think I know more children born prematurely than I do born at full term. And we've seen other friends fight birth defects to help their children grow and thrive.
In short- the March of Dimes is as close to my heart as any organization can be.
At this time last year, we were still in quarantine. We were under strict orders not to go anywhere except doctor's appointments. So when the annual March of Dimes March for Babies was scheduled, we were saddened that we could not participate. At that time, I made David promise that next year would be different. Next year, we'd be able to give back.
Well, "next year" has become this year and the time now! I'm more excited than even I had imagined.
Robbie has his own team and we are, of course, proud members. We are hoping you will join us. We, of course, would love to have donations. The money will go to save children just like Robbie who need the medical care that the March of Dimes allows for. But even if you can't donate, we would love for any and all of you to join our team and walk with us.
The walk we are participating in is April 24, 2010 in Forest Park, St. Louis, MO. There are more details on Robbie's team page as well.
In the coming weeks and months, we are hoping to sponsor a few prizes for those who donate either of their wallet or their time, so be on the lookout for those opportunities. If you do make a donation in Robbie's name, please be sure to leave a comment either on the team page, the blog or send us an email to let us know. Everyone who participates will be entered in a few drawings. You could even win your very own Remarkable Robbie t-shirt. I know you're excited!
We truly hope to see you all there. With enough support, maybe some day foundations such as the March of Dimes won't be necessary any more.
He is just so close to walking. I keep catching him "cruising" up and down the couch but not holding on to something. If he wants to go between pieces of furniture, he'll crouch down and streeeetttccchh to get his fingertips to the next piece, then go. He doesn't NEED to hold on at all. He just thinks he does.
Sorry for the delay in posting the full recap. I've been having computer difficulties. Anyway....
Tube day went very well, minus one very unpleasant hour.
Robbie wasn't allowed to have food or drink after midnight, which was fine. He woke up tired, but pleasant and we headed off to the hospital.
In the surgical reception area, we waited to be called.
Robbie wondered why were back in this place AGAIN.
Once we were taken to the back, Robbie was given some scrubs to wear instead of a gown. They were handy, but also about a foot too long. He apparently approved, since we got some random applause here.
Then we just settled in to wait. Surgery was scheduled for 10:10.
Unfortunately 10:10 came and went. In the mean time, Robbie managed to confound a lovely and attentive, but confused nurse. There was a bit of a run of "Who's on first?" conversation in which I explained approximately 457 times that yes, Robbie CAN eat, but he doesn't. She kept insisting that he couldn't swallow. I explained that he can and does swallow. He just won't eat enough to survive on and won't drink at all. We went around and around:
Nurse: so he chokes?
Trish: No, he can swallow fine.
Nurse: So why does have have a G-tube?
Trish: Because he won't. If you give him a little bit of liquid from a syringe or something, he has no trouble. But he'll only take maybe a third of an ounce before he gets angry and starts spitting it out.
Nurse: So we should give him his meds in his tube?
Trish: We can, yes. Or orally. Whatever is simplest.
Nurse: But he can't drink.
Trish: No, he can drink. We give him meds orally all the time. He does fine.
Nurse: And he doesn't choke?
Trish: No. He's physically capable of swallowing.
Nurse: So why does he have a tube?
Trish: Because he won't take in enough nutrition to live on.
Nurse: So he has trouble with liquids?
Trish: No, he can swallow. He has all the skills required to eat and drink, he just won't. He'll eat small amounts of baby food, but that's all. Just go ahead and put everything in the tube. (Hoping to stop re-explaining.)
Nurse: What about something to drink after the surgery?
Trish: Well, we can offer him something, but I doubt he'll drink it. We will probably have to tube it.
Nurse: So he won't choke?
Trish: [looks around for candid camera]
Robbie practiced his cruising skills while we waited.
He was mesmerized by the mounted television.
Cartoons... on.. the... ceiling...
As it approached 11 am, the surgical team started preparing, so we had a little play time before the main event.
And a little snuggle time, too.
11:00, they're here to get him. I wish a little nervous, but Robbie thought it was great fun.
He was out of my arms for maybe 10 minutes. That's stretching it. They came to tell us he was done, everything had gone fine. The doctor said he has a LOT of very thick mucus in his ears. His left ear drum was also bowed in a bit indicating it had been a chronic condition. We were sad to hear that, but it wasn't unexpected. I don't think he'd been more than 10 days without an ear infection since August.
I went to the recovery room to see him and he was upset. They warned us that he would be very angry. They explained that they are out for such a short period of time that they have so much gas in their bodies they have a hard time coming out of it and they get very angry. They were not exaggerating.
Once they confirmed that his oxygen saturation was good, we went back to our room and were told that the next hour was "about keeping him safe." He was so angry that he was flailing, head-butting, kicking and pretty hysterical. I held him as long as I could, but eventually my arms just gave out. It was like wrestling a crocodile. David and I then took turns trying to soothe & contain him.
After about 45 minutes of wrestling, he was starting to lose a little steam, but was still very upset. Consider yourself warned if you watch the video. He's NOT happy. He's okay, not in any pain, but just really out of it.
Shortly after the video was taken, I decided we'd try to walk the halls. He'd spent part of the morning trying to crawl up and down the hall (and getting frustrated with me when I objected to his crawling on a heavily trafficked hallway.) Once we got to the hallway, he calmed down significantly. Distraction was our savior.
As we walked down towards the nurse's station, our nurse asked how he'd handled his liquids. I was a bit confused as no one had given him any fluids. She seemed confused (again) and asked if I wanted some juice or something. I said yes. She asked how I wanted it. In fear of repeating the earlier circular conversation, I asked for it in a sippy cup, figured I could at least try to moisten his lips a bit, then could pour into the tube if necessary.
She gave us 4 oz of apple juice and diluted it with a bit of water.
Back in the room, I passed Robbie to David. Robbie immediately started complaining again. I then dribbled a little bit of the juice into his mouth and he immediately stopped and licked his lips.
And this was the big surprise of the day. He seemed to like it. Keep in mind that Robbie hasn't willingly drank anything in nearly a year. We've been able to drip maybe a half oz of water or milk or juice into his mouth and get him to swallow it fairly regularly, but he is just tolerating our efforts, not participating in them. But this time, he seemed interested. I offered another dribble. He swallowed and when I pulled the sippy cup away, he reached for it. David and I both froze. Of course, I immediately offered it back. And he kept wanting more dribbles and more dribbles.
About 10 minutes later, he'd drank about an ounce and a half. I was overjoyed! But he wasn't done.
He just kept going. Eventually he actually started sucking on the sippy cup. I could hear gulping, see bubbles in the cup. My eyes welled up with tears. I didn't know he still knew how. The nurse came in and I exclaimed "He's drinking!" and she just stood and watched. She commented that he was doing well and I had the pleasure of replying "yes, like I said, he CAN drink. He just usually won't. I guess it just takes 12 hours of no food or drink, a bunch of gas and oxygen and screaming for an hour straight to get him to do it."
Thankfully, after I picked my jaw up off the floor, I realized I should record this for posterity, so I took a video and the above photo. (Pardon the other child screaming in the background. All of the kids were furious as they came out of surgery.)
In the end, he drank the whole cup. About 6 ounces over 20 minutes or so. If we tried to give him 6 ounces of liquid in his tube that quickly, he'd puke. But I guess since his body knew he was drinking it himself, it accepted it? I don't know, but it was amazing. When there was about 10cc left in the cup, he declared "done!" and pushed the cup away and wouldn't take it again.
At that point, he was happy as a clam and ready to go. We got him dressed and did our checkout stuff and off we went.
Waiting for Daddy to pick us up at the door.
All in all, it was a good day. He fell asleep about 5 minutes into the car ride home and even after we got home, he went right back to sleep and took a long nap. I gave him some Motrin when he woke up just in case. But honestly he didn't mess with his ears or seem uncomfortable at all. He wasn't a huge fan of the ear drops, but he did okay.
Unfortunately we haven't had any repeated success in getting him to drink again. But seeing him drink that way was honestly amazing and did a lot to bolster our spirits and confidence that he will get there some day.
As of right now, he's had the tubes for a week and so far so good. No ear pulling, no night waking, no antibiotics. He has a follow up appointment with the ENT in a month and at that time they will do a hearing test. Hopefully this will be the end of the ear nightmare.
Only have a minute (crazy day!) but wanted to update and say that Robbie did great. The doc said he definitely need them, his ears were completely filled with very thick fluid and his left ear drum was showing signs of long term trouble, so it's good they're in.
Recovery went normally. He was a complete monster for about an hour (we were warned they come out of anesthesia very angry) but since then has been fine.
I'll try to post a blow-by-blow (with pictures!) and a REALLY fun surprise later tonight or tomorrow.
But they're in and we're HOME! I had to unpack my overnight bag! Woohoo!
Just a quick drop in to say that Robbie's ear tubes are going in tomorrow morning. Surgery is scheduled for 10:10 am. It's a 5-10 minute procedure. They don't even give an IV or intubate for it, they just gas them through. HOPEFULLY that means we'll be home very shortly after the surgery.
However, Robbie and anesthesia are not friends. His first surgery he took 3 days to come off the ventilator (thus shortening his mother's life by at least 5 years) and the 2nd surgery which was supposed to be outpatient ended up as 1 night in the PICU and 2 nights on the peds floor.
I have an overnight bag packed just in case. I will very gleefully unpack it tomorrow evening if we get to come home, but if not, I'm prepared. I've sent David home to pack in a hurry way too many times. I do not wish to repeat that ever again.
Prayers for smooth sailing & quick wake up very appreciated!
January 2009 was fairly quiet. Robbie had good head control but wasn't eating well, so was still pretty tiny.
February brought another trip to the hospital. This time for Failure to Thrive, as his lack of eating had caught up to him. The month was spent with an NG tube to add nutrition to his diet.
March saw another surgery. The efforts to get him to eat just weren't enough, and it was then discovered that his hiatal hernia had recurred. It was repaired (re-repaired?) and a G-tube was placed.
April brought good health and some weight gain, and the beginning of a new skill - sitting up!
May was a big one! The beginning of the month brought an end to quarantine. We visited a few attractions, some friends, and rejoiced in simple things like going to the grocery store together. The end of the month Robbie celebrated his first birthday! We celebrated with a party for about 25 friends.
June brought some more pudge to Robbie's cheeks, but also his first bought with illness. His first cold was complete with wheezing and his first ear infection. Unfortunately both have plagued him frequently ever since.
July was pretty quiet. It was Robbie's last full month home with Mom full time and we just tried to soak up the time together.
August brought many changes. Trish had to go back to work, so Robbie headed off to day care for the first time. He'd also finally seen an improvement in his reflux, which meant less puking and a massive weight gain. So much that he officially went on the first diet of his life.
September was another doctor filled month. The ear and lung infections that started earlier in the year reared their heads this month and we saw the pediatrician at least once a week for the entire month. Robbie was now officially one year old, adjusted.
October saw Robbie's second Halloween as a Kangaroo. This year he actually got to leave the house!
November is the month of Thanksgiving. This year we were grateful for a huge developmental explosion in which Robbie learned to crawl, walk with assistance, talk and sign, and began to pull up.
December saw Robbie take his first steps. They're still very hard won and no more than 2 at a time, but we can now see walking in our immediate future. And of course, Santa! Robbie must have been a very good boy this year because Santa had to pack a second sleigh for just Robbie's toys.
All in all, 2009 has been a long, exhausting, exhilarating, amazing year. We hope next year brings as much progress, but maybe with a little less drama and certainly fewer doctor visits!
Merry Christmas (and Happy Holidays) to all... and to all a good night.
One of my favorite parts about parenthood is the random stuff that tickles him. This particular evening, David threw Robbie's O-ball up and caught it. This was apparently the funniest thing Robbie had ever seen, and deserved applause as well.
He's definitely ticklish. I dare you to listen to him and not be tickled, too.
This is a game Grandpa plays with Robbie quite often and Robbie just eats it up. This time it was Grandma's turn and Robbie was HIGHLY amused.
In amazing news, Robbie actually took 2 unassisted steps on Christmas Eve! He took another today. He absolutely could walk if he chose. But right now he thinks our attempts to get him to stand or walk without help are hysterical. If you watch him, you can see he doesn't fall. He controls his descent. This was actually taken last week even before the steps.
Robbie loves music, even his Momma's mediocre singing. One of the biggest challenges in getting a child to talk is getting him to "turn on his voice." Music is a great way to encourage that, so we take turns "singing." (That's the "Row row row your boat" part is.) Of course, hand motions are just plain fun. He sometimes mixes up the sign for "more", the Itsy Bitsy Spider motion and the "roll it" motion from Pat-a-cake, but usually catches himself and corrects. Sometimes he does the motion for the "spider" or "roll it" and looks at us expectantly, obviously requesting a song.
Just a quick note to say ear tube surgery is cancelled again. He has another cold (yes, ANOTHER) and started coughing a bit last night. By 3:30 this morning, his breathing was sounding thick and he was coughing pretty hard. So we started nebulizers for the 4th time this year.
I called to cancel and the surgeon himself called me back. I think they are starting to wonder what's going on, but I don't know what we can do about it. He said they can do the surgery with a head cold, but with Robbie a head cold turns into wheezing almost every time.
I never thought I'd see the day I missed quarantine, but I think I'm officially there. Say some healing prayers for Robbie!
--Trish
Updated: Spoke w/the pediatrician and she added pulmicort to his drug cocktail, and actually wants him to stay on it for the rest of the winter. Twice a day until he gets the tubes, then once a day for the duration of germ season.
She was sure to point out that he now holds the record for most tube reschedules. My little guy is setting records everywhere he goes.
Monday, December 7, 2009
It was brought to my attention today that I haven't updated in forever. My apologies!
Thanksgiving was very low key and lovely. I somehow managed to contract the plague and spent most of the weekend obsessively washing my hands in an attempt to keep it away from Robbie. I think I've succeeded since he's not sick (yet.)
He did get yet another double ear infection. By Wednesday night before T-day it was pretty apparent, but of course, there wasn't much I could on Thursday. Friday we saw the covering doctor and she confirmed our suspicions. She wrote the script for the antibiotic to continue past the 10 day course, so that it should take us right up to his next attempt at ear tubes.
That attempt is scheduled for this Wednesday the 9th. Keep your fingers crossed! He needs to be healthy, specifically with clear lungs, so they can use the anesthesia. This is take #4, and I swear if it doesn't happen, I will cry. He's had at least 2 ear infections a month since August, I believe. I've honestly lost count at this point.
Other than ears, though, he's doing amazingly. His therapists are blown away, we're blown away. It's great to see.
He can now "answer the phone" (put the phone, or any object really- even his hand) up to his ear and say "Hello?", he waves hi & bye, he can give you five (though high-five still confuses him. He wants to clap his own hands together), play "so big" & "Peek-a-boo", he claps and conducts for almost anything. He's still signing "more" and "all done" though he prefers to say "all done" (though that one is a little annoying since he wants to be all done eating when he really should be eating more). He can point to his hair & his nose, and yesterday he pointed to his eye once, though that one he hasn't repeated yet, so maybe it was a coincidence.
He's moving a TON. I think he's finally hit the point where he's crawling more than he's butt-scooting. He's cruising a lot, climbing over things along the way. He even stood unassisted for about 10 seconds in physical therapy last week. Now he's started to let while standing. He clearly wants to walk, but his skills haven't quite caught up to his desires yet. This, of course, has let to a ton of falling down.
We put a mat in the living room to help cushion him a bit, but he still manages to knock his head really well at least once a day. Tonight he somehow managed to stumble while crawling and gave himself a very large bump on the forehead. I was only a few feet from him when he did it, but didn't see it happen. I think he must have hit the corner of the wall because it broke the skin and left a HUGE welt. Even David gasped when he saw it. The swelling did go down a bit about an hour later, so hopefully it's not too horrifying in the morning.
Eating is pretty steady. The Wednesday before Thanksgiving, he suddenly decided he didn't want to eat at all (and this was after 2 1/2 or 3 weeks of continually eating really well- as much as 7 oz of solids on particular day) and it continued all of Thanksgiving weekend. I assume it was because his ears were so awful. By Tuesday it picked up a bit and has improved a little bit most of the week. He hasn't had any superior eating days, but he's close to normal for him. (averaging about 4 oz of solids per day.)
Along with all of his great new skills, he's also learning a bit more independence. With that has come the dreaded Temper Tantrum. I'm trying to focus on the fact that it's normal and expected, but man, he will ball up his fists and grit his teeth and just shake in anger. He's so serious that it really is funny, but we don't dare laugh. For the most part, we're just ignoring it. He hasn't lashed out (yet) so for now, that's working.
All in all, he's doing really well. And of course, he's cute as ever!
Now that he can pull up to stand at the dishwasher, the dishes are his chore, right?
Robbie was born 14 weeks prematurely on 5/31/08. He weighed 1 pound 7 ounces an was 12 1/2 inches long.
He spent 96 days in the NICU, coming home on his expected due date September 4, 2008.
He's now three and amazing us every day!
