Yesterday Samuel had another "first". Just off hand, I think it might be his last first. I've been thinking about how I need to get him to the dentist for a long time...like...a year. I read somewhere, probably a parenting magazine, that their first dentist appointment should be when they have about 8 teeth. Samuel didn't cut his first tooth until after his first birthday. Actually, it was after he started walking. But it wasn't long and they all came in rather quickly. So he's had his 8 teeth for over a year. And that's about how long I've been putting off the dentist. Mind you, I'm not like most people and I don't really mind going to the dentist. It's not my favorite thing in the world, but as I've only had 1 cavity and never needed major dental work (except for braces), I don't mind my routine visits.
I was hoping it would be a better experience for Samuel. All in all, it wasn't bad. Our "check-in" time was 8:40 am. It took me about 5 minutes to do the paperwork and at 9:15, we were still in the waiting room. Not a big deal since their were more than enough trains and toys to entertain. Honestly, I think we could have stayed there all day as far as Samuel was concerned. But, around 9:20, things started to go downhill.
First, we met the hygienist, Natalie. She was great! Honestly, I think she was hand-picked for Samuel. Her mom had CF. She was familiar with the clinic doctors at PCH. They moved from Kokomo, IN to Arizona to escape the humidity for her mom's health. During all this small talk, we tried to get 2 x-rays of Samuel's teeth. Funny! We got 2 crooked pictures that actually weren't that bad, considering he was squirming the whole time but not how you'd normally see teeth.
Then, we went into the room were we discussed Samuel's meds, the effect it could have on his mouth health and pacifier usage. And don't forget the conversation about taking juice to bed. Natalie told me our action plan, meaning how I was going to hold Samuel down while she brushed, flossed and fluorided. Then the dentist would come in and we'd do it again.... Repeat conversations and wrestle the screaming boy.
At the end, good news all around! No cavities! I hope he inherited my enamel-of-steel. He's got one more tooth coming in (explain his constant runny nose?) and our brushing method is approved. Our method: 2 toothbrushes, 1 for him, 1 for me. He has his turn brushing, then mommy takes a turn brushing. It works for us. Even though he was NOT a fan of Natalie and the dentist, all was forgiven when we came out of the exam room and he got his token to get a price. He chose the bouncy ball. And he even got a blue balloon that lasted more than 5 minutes! It ended up on the ceiling of our next errand stop but it was OK.
All around, it was a busy day with the dentist, his story-time arts and crafts class, which he now loves, and fwim lessons. Since Samuel has become LOTS more comfortable in the water, we started him in swim (or, as he says, fwim) lessons. By the word "lesson" I mean, play. There is just 2 other boy in his group lesson, which lasts for 25 minutes. The other little boy is the same age and a natural fish. Samuel just wants to play with the toys while I hold him. A bit annoying but what am I going to do, leave him alone in the water? Since it's Monday-Thursday for 2 weeks, I'm hoping it will at least help him get some idea of what to do in the water. I can see, though, that our work is not even close to being over.
I suppose that's all for now. More news to come, I'm sure. More news like, how I'm doing on this C25K thing and eventual 1/2 marathon training. It's fun but not in the heat! And I've been having a hard time getting out of bed that past few days.
Oh, and no pics today. Sorry.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
CF + Cold = Sick?
WARNING! I talk about puke. In fact, replace "sick" in the title with "puke" and that's what I mean. If you don't want to read about vomit, turn back NOW!
My son is going to be 3 in a few months. While he's learning to verbally communicate, he's still only 2, so getting him to tell me things like "I'm going to throw up" is not happening right now. That being said, can I get a little help from my older CF pals?
Here's the story. Samuel has been sick for a few days. Mostly a cold. I would guess he has a sore throat because his voice is very raspy. It started with a cough (surprise!) and went on to a runny nose and eye thing. The symptoms are better, except when he starts on his hypertonic saline (which I can only guess it's HTS...we are in a double-blind study). When he is well, he can do 15 minutes of HTS in his sleep. No, for real. When he's not well, not so much. Hoping to get 10 minutes in last night while he was asleep was a pipe dream. He started coughing immediately, which is fine. I like coughing. It clears things out, right? But, after about 5 minutes of HTS, he started gasping for air. He woke up freaked out, as we all were trying to figure out what to do. Then it started. The vomit. Luckily we had a bucket close by but still made a bit of a mess. This, by the way, is the second night in a row this has happened, except the gasping part.
In the midst, dear husband asks "So is this what we have to look forward to?" Based on my limited knowledge* I answer "Yes, I think so". But I thought I'd ask my pals with CF who CAN communicate to give me some insight.
Is this normal?
Do you get sick to your stomach when you are ill?
Is this just happening because his secretion management is nil?
HA! Those questions rhyme and I wasn't even trying! :)
Thanks for your help. I'm hoping to NOT clean vomit out of a vest tonight.
*I should say, I have somewhat limited knowledge because I choose to focus on what we are dealing with today. If I thought about how bad things are going to get all the time, I'd never get out of bed. For me, it's just easier to sorta think about CF and it's complications on a need to know basis.
My son is going to be 3 in a few months. While he's learning to verbally communicate, he's still only 2, so getting him to tell me things like "I'm going to throw up" is not happening right now. That being said, can I get a little help from my older CF pals?
Here's the story. Samuel has been sick for a few days. Mostly a cold. I would guess he has a sore throat because his voice is very raspy. It started with a cough (surprise!) and went on to a runny nose and eye thing. The symptoms are better, except when he starts on his hypertonic saline (which I can only guess it's HTS...we are in a double-blind study). When he is well, he can do 15 minutes of HTS in his sleep. No, for real. When he's not well, not so much. Hoping to get 10 minutes in last night while he was asleep was a pipe dream. He started coughing immediately, which is fine. I like coughing. It clears things out, right? But, after about 5 minutes of HTS, he started gasping for air. He woke up freaked out, as we all were trying to figure out what to do. Then it started. The vomit. Luckily we had a bucket close by but still made a bit of a mess. This, by the way, is the second night in a row this has happened, except the gasping part.
In the midst, dear husband asks "So is this what we have to look forward to?" Based on my limited knowledge* I answer "Yes, I think so". But I thought I'd ask my pals with CF who CAN communicate to give me some insight.
Is this normal?
Do you get sick to your stomach when you are ill?
Is this just happening because his secretion management is nil?
HA! Those questions rhyme and I wasn't even trying! :)
Thanks for your help. I'm hoping to NOT clean vomit out of a vest tonight.
*I should say, I have somewhat limited knowledge because I choose to focus on what we are dealing with today. If I thought about how bad things are going to get all the time, I'd never get out of bed. For me, it's just easier to sorta think about CF and it's complications on a need to know basis.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Here we go again - And a BONUS rant!
First, I want to offer my condolences to the Jones family. Conner, seven years old with CF, went to his permanent home with Jesus a few days ago. Mere words escape me and seem so frivolous anyway. To say "Conner lost his fight" implies that he didn't fight hard enough or he didn't do enough. Even though Conner was only here for a short time, his life touched many. His spirit, determination and caring ways are an inspiration to many who have been here long enough to have learned the lesson long ago.
I can't imagine loosing my child to such a combination of cystic fibrosis and Prune Belly Syndrome, as Sarah, Conner's mother, has. Again, not even sure how to put my thoughts in words. It's not total sympathy because no doubt Conner is in a better place were he doesn't have to fight to breathe or even worry with having the strength to move. But our selfish, earthly ways can't help but want to keep our little ones with us as long as possible. I simply pray that God would continue to comfort the entire family through this time...that He will give them peace.
As they say on the Today show "On a much lighter note..."
We've started gearing up for the first TeamSamuel silent auction in the fall. Funds raised from the auction will go toward the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation. I'm hoping for some great donations and lots of eager bidders. :)
During lunch with my friend on Friday, Samuel let out a big ... cough. A big, fat, wet, productive cough. While I noticed, I didn't want to hear it. He's not supposed to cough yet. But he did. And he has been. By this evening, he's got a (clear) runny nose that is like a faucet, red, watery eye and a 101.3 fever. After a long nap this evening, he gained his appetite and got back to his normal, 2 year-old ways. Hopefully it's just a quick bug that he'll be able to fight off on his own. That would be ideal. But, as timing would have it, we have a hypertonic saline study visit on Tuesday where he will see his regular CF doctor. She will give us some direction as to how to treat this. And, not that I want him to be sick, but by Tuesday, if it's something to really worry about, it will be obvious. Right now, it's still a cold (as if that's not bad enough).
Last post I asked the question: When did it become OK for moms to judge other moms for the things they do or decisions they make? Either I'm oblivious to it, or just don't care, but it hit me a few weeks ago that some moms out there feel like they are constantly being judged by other moms. The particular situation my friend and I were discussing had to do with nursing in public. She had chosen to not try breastfeeding, preferring to formula feed her two children. Now, after the research I did, I chose to breastfeed (sorry if this is too much info, but I'm getting somewhere). Honestly, it was one of the best decisions I've made, but it was right for me. Other moms think other things are better for them. Good for them. I am not the wellness police and while I do not understand why a mom wouldn't even try it, I'm not going to think less of her or judge her for her decision. Maybe I think others think like me.
But then a funny thing happened: I started to notice it going on around me. I follow a popular mom blog on occasion and saw a picture she had posted of her 4 children, all under 4 (I think) at the Childrens Museum. Her children seemed clean, fed, dressed and having fun learning at the museum while spending time with their 1 mom. I mention the ration of children to mom because I have 1 of my own and keep one more most weekdays, ages 2 and 9 months. While I'm not ragged, it's a bit of a handful and it takes some planning, not to mention tons of patience, for a trip to the library. So, from my persepctive, you can imagine my awe that she would take 4 children, by herself, to a place where kids run and play and all WITHOUT a stroller. As I saw the picture, something like "SuperMom" crossed my mind (disclaimer: I don't think most mom bloggers are SuperMoms. But some have it together and I admire that. I wouldn't call someone I don't know personally, have never met, a SuperMom. The ONLY SuperMom I know is my very own mother. And you'd say she is SuperMom too, if you know her.) Back to the picture. Another one of her followers was the first to make a comment. Unfortunately her comment was something to the effect of "Please tell me that's not one of those awful kid leashes that only terrible moms use when they can't control their children." Maybe not exactly like that, but that's what I read. I thought, "Here is a mom of 4, taking her kids to a museum. They are having fun. They are under control. The leash is off. It looks like he's wearing a backpack. Give the mom a break." And that was just one instance. It's popping up everywhere and it's driving me nuts. To me, it's not OK to make a mom feel like her best efforts or her decisions are good enough for her children. Not sure about you, but I didn't get the manual from the hospital so I'm still trying to figure it all out. Sometimes I get it wrong (usually on a daily basis) but I learn from those mistakes and move on. You know, we all are learning. All that being said, why can't we just give each other a break every now and then. And if you see my son in one of those terrible backpack kiddie leashes that help keep curious kids from running away on the day I decide to brave the childrens museum with my one (possibly 2) child(ren), you can just smile and say "Looks like you guys are having fun today!" because we probably are.
I can't imagine loosing my child to such a combination of cystic fibrosis and Prune Belly Syndrome, as Sarah, Conner's mother, has. Again, not even sure how to put my thoughts in words. It's not total sympathy because no doubt Conner is in a better place were he doesn't have to fight to breathe or even worry with having the strength to move. But our selfish, earthly ways can't help but want to keep our little ones with us as long as possible. I simply pray that God would continue to comfort the entire family through this time...that He will give them peace.
As they say on the Today show "On a much lighter note..."
We've started gearing up for the first TeamSamuel silent auction in the fall. Funds raised from the auction will go toward the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation. I'm hoping for some great donations and lots of eager bidders. :)
During lunch with my friend on Friday, Samuel let out a big ... cough. A big, fat, wet, productive cough. While I noticed, I didn't want to hear it. He's not supposed to cough yet. But he did. And he has been. By this evening, he's got a (clear) runny nose that is like a faucet, red, watery eye and a 101.3 fever. After a long nap this evening, he gained his appetite and got back to his normal, 2 year-old ways. Hopefully it's just a quick bug that he'll be able to fight off on his own. That would be ideal. But, as timing would have it, we have a hypertonic saline study visit on Tuesday where he will see his regular CF doctor. She will give us some direction as to how to treat this. And, not that I want him to be sick, but by Tuesday, if it's something to really worry about, it will be obvious. Right now, it's still a cold (as if that's not bad enough).
Last post I asked the question: When did it become OK for moms to judge other moms for the things they do or decisions they make? Either I'm oblivious to it, or just don't care, but it hit me a few weeks ago that some moms out there feel like they are constantly being judged by other moms. The particular situation my friend and I were discussing had to do with nursing in public. She had chosen to not try breastfeeding, preferring to formula feed her two children. Now, after the research I did, I chose to breastfeed (sorry if this is too much info, but I'm getting somewhere). Honestly, it was one of the best decisions I've made, but it was right for me. Other moms think other things are better for them. Good for them. I am not the wellness police and while I do not understand why a mom wouldn't even try it, I'm not going to think less of her or judge her for her decision. Maybe I think others think like me.
But then a funny thing happened: I started to notice it going on around me. I follow a popular mom blog on occasion and saw a picture she had posted of her 4 children, all under 4 (I think) at the Childrens Museum. Her children seemed clean, fed, dressed and having fun learning at the museum while spending time with their 1 mom. I mention the ration of children to mom because I have 1 of my own and keep one more most weekdays, ages 2 and 9 months. While I'm not ragged, it's a bit of a handful and it takes some planning, not to mention tons of patience, for a trip to the library. So, from my persepctive, you can imagine my awe that she would take 4 children, by herself, to a place where kids run and play and all WITHOUT a stroller. As I saw the picture, something like "SuperMom" crossed my mind (disclaimer: I don't think most mom bloggers are SuperMoms. But some have it together and I admire that. I wouldn't call someone I don't know personally, have never met, a SuperMom. The ONLY SuperMom I know is my very own mother. And you'd say she is SuperMom too, if you know her.) Back to the picture. Another one of her followers was the first to make a comment. Unfortunately her comment was something to the effect of "Please tell me that's not one of those awful kid leashes that only terrible moms use when they can't control their children." Maybe not exactly like that, but that's what I read. I thought, "Here is a mom of 4, taking her kids to a museum. They are having fun. They are under control. The leash is off. It looks like he's wearing a backpack. Give the mom a break." And that was just one instance. It's popping up everywhere and it's driving me nuts. To me, it's not OK to make a mom feel like her best efforts or her decisions are good enough for her children. Not sure about you, but I didn't get the manual from the hospital so I'm still trying to figure it all out. Sometimes I get it wrong (usually on a daily basis) but I learn from those mistakes and move on. You know, we all are learning. All that being said, why can't we just give each other a break every now and then. And if you see my son in one of those terrible backpack kiddie leashes that help keep curious kids from running away on the day I decide to brave the childrens museum with my one (possibly 2) child(ren), you can just smile and say "Looks like you guys are having fun today!" because we probably are.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Better step it up!
It only takes a little act of kindness by someone to remind me I better step it up on the updating of my blog. Apparently, small favors are repaid by posting someone to a blogroll. I had no idea. And because I'm now in another (or maybe this makes one...) blogroll, I should probably update said blog.
So, here's what's happening the land of the CF Mommee:
1. We have held off on transitioning CF Boy to a toddler bed for several reasons. 1, he has no reason to get out of bed in the night as he is not yet potty trained. Yet. We are making headway. And this is good. And 2, um, well, who really wants their 2 year-old trashing the house while the parents are trying to sleep. That's what I thought too. But, potty training is going fairly well. First stop out of bed in the morning is the potty. He's got it. During church yesterday he said he had to go to the potty, and he did! By the way, I take those requests very seriously because I don't want him to think he's got to tell me 50 times before I take him. And I really am getting sick (yes, sick) of changing poopy CF diapers. Not sure how we can cover the entire spectrum of poo consistency in one BM, but... Yeah, enough about poo!
2. Since I've been trying to tackle all toddler issues at once, issues like big-boy bed, potty and ditching the binky, I'm making headway on the other, not mentioned above. Binky at bedtime only. He can sound so pitiful asking for it. Yes, I know. When they ask for it then it's time for it to go. He says "I need a binky! Pleeeeaaase?" I try to remind him, only at naptime. Then say "Are you ready to take a nap?" His response is something like. "I'm sleepy. You sleepy too?"
3. Class. He's got Sunday School down so I thought it would be good for him to be in a toddler class. I signed him up for Storytime Arts & Crafts. One day a week for 45 minutes. NOT a Mommy-And-Me style class. First week, he made it until the last 5 minutes then the teacher came and got me. Not too bad. He just wanted me in there while he colored his picture. Second week he stood at the door and cried. 20 minutes in, the teacher came and got me. Tomorrow is week 3. We will see if they change it to a mommy-and-me class yet!
After prayerful consideration about the needs of CF Boy, and the mental needs of this CF Mommee, we have decided to give homeschooling a whirl. That makes it sound like I decided to do this on a whim. Not so. I think most people consider homeschooling because they want to make sure their children are taught what is honest, true, pure, and keep them from the dangers of school like exposure to drugs, violence, and other potentially harmful moral issues. I realize I'm making some very broad generalizations but just stick with me for a moment. Along with my husband, I am considering homeschooling the boy because I want to keep him from harmful germs (as much as possible) and knowing that, one day, hospitalizations will come and school will still be there, hospital or not. What better way to keep up with school work than if it's already at home! Oh yeah, and there are the other things that "normal" parents consider as well. I think we can all agree we just want what's best for our kids.
Which reminds me... Please leave me your thoughts on the following, uh, thought:
Just to be clear, I don't feel I have been wrongfully judged. Please leave me a comment! I'd love to know your thoughts!
And because the update wouldn't be complete without some photos...
So, here's what's happening the land of the CF Mommee:
1. We have held off on transitioning CF Boy to a toddler bed for several reasons. 1, he has no reason to get out of bed in the night as he is not yet potty trained. Yet. We are making headway. And this is good. And 2, um, well, who really wants their 2 year-old trashing the house while the parents are trying to sleep. That's what I thought too. But, potty training is going fairly well. First stop out of bed in the morning is the potty. He's got it. During church yesterday he said he had to go to the potty, and he did! By the way, I take those requests very seriously because I don't want him to think he's got to tell me 50 times before I take him. And I really am getting sick (yes, sick) of changing poopy CF diapers. Not sure how we can cover the entire spectrum of poo consistency in one BM, but... Yeah, enough about poo!
2. Since I've been trying to tackle all toddler issues at once, issues like big-boy bed, potty and ditching the binky, I'm making headway on the other, not mentioned above. Binky at bedtime only. He can sound so pitiful asking for it. Yes, I know. When they ask for it then it's time for it to go. He says "I need a binky! Pleeeeaaase?" I try to remind him, only at naptime. Then say "Are you ready to take a nap?" His response is something like. "I'm sleepy. You sleepy too?"
3. Class. He's got Sunday School down so I thought it would be good for him to be in a toddler class. I signed him up for Storytime Arts & Crafts. One day a week for 45 minutes. NOT a Mommy-And-Me style class. First week, he made it until the last 5 minutes then the teacher came and got me. Not too bad. He just wanted me in there while he colored his picture. Second week he stood at the door and cried. 20 minutes in, the teacher came and got me. Tomorrow is week 3. We will see if they change it to a mommy-and-me class yet!
After prayerful consideration about the needs of CF Boy, and the mental needs of this CF Mommee, we have decided to give homeschooling a whirl. That makes it sound like I decided to do this on a whim. Not so. I think most people consider homeschooling because they want to make sure their children are taught what is honest, true, pure, and keep them from the dangers of school like exposure to drugs, violence, and other potentially harmful moral issues. I realize I'm making some very broad generalizations but just stick with me for a moment. Along with my husband, I am considering homeschooling the boy because I want to keep him from harmful germs (as much as possible) and knowing that, one day, hospitalizations will come and school will still be there, hospital or not. What better way to keep up with school work than if it's already at home! Oh yeah, and there are the other things that "normal" parents consider as well. I think we can all agree we just want what's best for our kids.
Which reminds me... Please leave me your thoughts on the following, uh, thought:
When did it become OK for moms to judge
other moms for the things they do or decisions they make?
Just to be clear, I don't feel I have been wrongfully judged. Please leave me a comment! I'd love to know your thoughts!
And because the update wouldn't be complete without some photos...
Friday, April 30, 2010
Mommee's Letter to Samuel
Dear Samuel,
You are in the terrific twos! You are such an awesome little boy. So smart and learning more every day. You say the funniest things and are trying to learn knock-knock jokes but don't quite understand. "Knock knock." "Who's there?" "Daddy's home!" You are a kind and loving little boy with a love for others. You are determined yet keep a sweet spirit.
At this point in your life you have a deep interest in trains, big trucks, Hot Wheels cars and bounce houses. I'm still cool and can remove pain with just a simple kiss. You still have your favorite blanket and take a binky. It's OK. I know it will be gone before you go to kindergarten.
You are starting to notice that you are the only one in the house who gets hooked to machines twice a day and have to take pills before you eat but I don't think you care yet. Every once in a while you say "Mommy's turn!" and put the mask to my face, in which I oblige you for a few minutes because I want you to feel like this is normal. Because it is normal. For you. Until we find a cure, you will do this at least twice a day for the rest of your life. Until that day, you'll take a handful of pills several times a day and always look for the highest calorie item on the menu.
One thing you've been saying lately that I wish I could permanently remove from your vocabulary is "I can't do it." Don't ever say you can't do it. Say "I need help." There will be people who mean well but will quickly tell you you can't do something. Don't listen to them. You can do, and will do, whatever you want to (kinda like you do now because you are two!). Whenever that day comes, and it will, please remember this verse: For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength (Philippians 4:13).
I love you so very much. You brighten each day and renew my hope for the future. You are such a refreshing face for those around you. I pray for nothing but the best for you every day and will fight for it with everything I have.
You are such a precious gift from God and you always will be.
With all the love in my heart,
Mommy
You are in the terrific twos! You are such an awesome little boy. So smart and learning more every day. You say the funniest things and are trying to learn knock-knock jokes but don't quite understand. "Knock knock." "Who's there?" "Daddy's home!" You are a kind and loving little boy with a love for others. You are determined yet keep a sweet spirit.
At this point in your life you have a deep interest in trains, big trucks, Hot Wheels cars and bounce houses. I'm still cool and can remove pain with just a simple kiss. You still have your favorite blanket and take a binky. It's OK. I know it will be gone before you go to kindergarten.
You are starting to notice that you are the only one in the house who gets hooked to machines twice a day and have to take pills before you eat but I don't think you care yet. Every once in a while you say "Mommy's turn!" and put the mask to my face, in which I oblige you for a few minutes because I want you to feel like this is normal. Because it is normal. For you. Until we find a cure, you will do this at least twice a day for the rest of your life. Until that day, you'll take a handful of pills several times a day and always look for the highest calorie item on the menu.
One thing you've been saying lately that I wish I could permanently remove from your vocabulary is "I can't do it." Don't ever say you can't do it. Say "I need help." There will be people who mean well but will quickly tell you you can't do something. Don't listen to them. You can do, and will do, whatever you want to (kinda like you do now because you are two!). Whenever that day comes, and it will, please remember this verse: For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength (Philippians 4:13).
I love you so very much. You brighten each day and renew my hope for the future. You are such a refreshing face for those around you. I pray for nothing but the best for you every day and will fight for it with everything I have.
You are such a precious gift from God and you always will be.
With all the love in my heart,
Mommy
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Great Strides #3
Today was our third year participating in Great Strides, the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation's annual fund-raising walk. Although the location had changed, the sunshine that greets us every year was still present. And our faithful few were, well, a faithful fewer.
I'm really torn with my participation. While I feel like it's the right thing I need to do, even like I should be helping the cause, convincing others is becoming more difficult. Perhaps it's the economy, perhaps I'm not annoying enough, but this year has been the worst for getting people involved. Not just walking with us, but participating by donating to our cause and asking their friends and family to do the same.
Let's be real. Times are tough. Tell me about it. But let me say this: We (the CF community) are so close to a cure. Even improving treatment is coming a long way. Earlier this year, a new inhaled antibiotic, Cayston, was approved for treating infections for those with CF. Cayston is used to treat Pseudomonas aeruginosa, a bacterial infection Samuel has had a few times. To treat this previously, we've administered another inhaled antibiotic, which takes 30-40 minutes to administer. Cayston takes about 5 minutes. You don't have to know Samuel to understanding that keeping a mask on the face of a 2 year old boy, while sitting still, without a binky, twice a day, is about as easy as giving a cat a bath. If you supported TeamSamuel in the past, know that this approval was made possible by your generosity. That's pretty exciting! We thank you!
While I know many followers of CF Mommee have Great Strides teams of their own, there may be a few who don't have a team to donate to. Maybe I've been too quite or you let it slip your mind. No matter the situation, it's not too late to contribute. In fact, we have until the end of the calendar year for it to credit this year's walk. Just click on the link below to be taken to my Great Strides page. And share this link with your friends. If you would like for me to write an invitation to contribute to TeamSamuel, I'll be happy to do so!
I'm really torn with my participation. While I feel like it's the right thing I need to do, even like I should be helping the cause, convincing others is becoming more difficult. Perhaps it's the economy, perhaps I'm not annoying enough, but this year has been the worst for getting people involved. Not just walking with us, but participating by donating to our cause and asking their friends and family to do the same.
Let's be real. Times are tough. Tell me about it. But let me say this: We (the CF community) are so close to a cure. Even improving treatment is coming a long way. Earlier this year, a new inhaled antibiotic, Cayston, was approved for treating infections for those with CF. Cayston is used to treat Pseudomonas aeruginosa, a bacterial infection Samuel has had a few times. To treat this previously, we've administered another inhaled antibiotic, which takes 30-40 minutes to administer. Cayston takes about 5 minutes. You don't have to know Samuel to understanding that keeping a mask on the face of a 2 year old boy, while sitting still, without a binky, twice a day, is about as easy as giving a cat a bath. If you supported TeamSamuel in the past, know that this approval was made possible by your generosity. That's pretty exciting! We thank you!
While I know many followers of CF Mommee have Great Strides teams of their own, there may be a few who don't have a team to donate to. Maybe I've been too quite or you let it slip your mind. No matter the situation, it's not too late to contribute. In fact, we have until the end of the calendar year for it to credit this year's walk. Just click on the link below to be taken to my Great Strides page. And share this link with your friends. If you would like for me to write an invitation to contribute to TeamSamuel, I'll be happy to do so!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
The non-CF related trip to the ER
A few weeks ago Samuel woke from his nap not quite himself. He went to nap at 11:30am and woke at 2:30pm with some extra issues.
I noticed right away that something wasn't quite right with his left eye, but thought he was just still waking up. When we went into the other room, I noticed the hives around the back of his neck. I was scratching and a little more clingy than usual. Lifting his shirt, he didn't have them anywhere else on his body, so I decided to call the pediatrician's office to find out what I should do. It was still early enough they might be able to get him in that day, I thought. When I called, I had to leave a message for the nurse and while waiting for her to call me back, Samuel was doing normal boy stuff: jumping off of the Wii Balance Board and saying "Mom! Watch this! Didja see that?"
The nurse called me back, gave me some dosing instructions for children's Benadryl and was just about to get off of the phone when she asked if he was having trouble breathing.
"No." I said.
"Well, if he has trouble breathing or his lips or tongue start to swell, just take him to the ER."
I turned around and wondered who punched Samuel in the mouth. His upper lip was starting to swell on the left side. I said to the nurse, "Well, his lip is starting to swell now." She replied, "Just take him to the ER."
Me: "Right now?"
"Yes, right now."
Seemed a little strange. I mean, he didn't appear to be in immediate distress. Nothing a little Benadryl couldn't handle, right? But, not wanting to mess around with it, I grabbed his shoes and told him we were going on a car ride. And am I ever glad we went then. By the time we got to the hospital, about 10 minutes later, things had gotten pretty bad.
Notice his puffy hand, swollen left upper eyelid, right lower eyelid, hives on the neck and lips like Angelina Jolie.
We were immediately taken back to a triage room and Samuel started to receive care from one of the best PAs out there. Even though I had been asked by everyone about what he had to eat that day, strangely, they never asked about medical history so I volunteered the information at what seemed like an appropriate time. They were already working on getting Benadryl right away but when I mentioned CF, the PA says (this is my favorite) "Oh. That changes everything." (Yeah, no kidding.) They put in orders for prednisone.
By this time, it had been about a half hour to 45 minutes since Samuel had woken from his nap. I'm sure he was hungry, itchy, and just all around miserable. He ended up gagging when the PA was checking his throat and vomited all over his blanket (his blankie!) and me. I was getting a little irritated when I was calling for help and nobody came in. And the nurse couldn't figure out if the O2 sat lead was supposed to go with the light on the top or the bottom of his toe. Honestly. But she was the only one who wasn't competent that evening.
The Benadryl kicked in rather quickly and on his way back from paying our $100 co-pay, Kevin and the staff were joking about how that's the most expensive Benadryl he's ever seen. We were mentally preparing to get back home when the PA mentioned he wanted to monitor Samuel for a little bit... like 45 minutes or so. We were moved to another room and snuggled up on the bed under some blankets, since Samuel's clothes had been taken off and he refused to put the gown on (can't say I blame him. I wouldn't wear anything with teddy bears on it either!)
About a half hour later, Samuel had drifted off to sleep but was woken and sat up. His back was covered in hives. Kevin and I were shocked to see the reaction had come back and was worse than before. We called for the PA and sat and watched as more hives appeared on his face, neck and torso. It was wild to see them just pop up so quickly.
This was taken after the second dose of Benadryl had wore off.
After 3 doses of Benadryl, 1 dose of prednisone and 7 hours in the ER, we were finally able to go home. We have 2 ideas of what could have caused such a significant reaction.
Let's just hope his last culture doesn't grow more pseudomonas or we will be in a pickle. Actually, he will grow it eventually and the inevitable will happen. We will have to challenge him (a.k.a. give him some of what we think may have caused the reaction) at PCH where they will be fully equipped should he react. As Dr. R said, whatever it is, if he just got hives last time, the next time he's exposed, he'll get more than hives.
What could be more scary than the instant hives he had this past time? Instant shock?
And that, ladies and gents, is how we managed to have ANOTHER ER visit unrelated to CF. Seriously, can't they come up with a frequent visitor program? Especially for parents of wild 2-year old boys.
I noticed right away that something wasn't quite right with his left eye, but thought he was just still waking up. When we went into the other room, I noticed the hives around the back of his neck. I was scratching and a little more clingy than usual. Lifting his shirt, he didn't have them anywhere else on his body, so I decided to call the pediatrician's office to find out what I should do. It was still early enough they might be able to get him in that day, I thought. When I called, I had to leave a message for the nurse and while waiting for her to call me back, Samuel was doing normal boy stuff: jumping off of the Wii Balance Board and saying "Mom! Watch this! Didja see that?"
The nurse called me back, gave me some dosing instructions for children's Benadryl and was just about to get off of the phone when she asked if he was having trouble breathing.
"No." I said.
"Well, if he has trouble breathing or his lips or tongue start to swell, just take him to the ER."
I turned around and wondered who punched Samuel in the mouth. His upper lip was starting to swell on the left side. I said to the nurse, "Well, his lip is starting to swell now." She replied, "Just take him to the ER."
Me: "Right now?"
"Yes, right now."
Seemed a little strange. I mean, he didn't appear to be in immediate distress. Nothing a little Benadryl couldn't handle, right? But, not wanting to mess around with it, I grabbed his shoes and told him we were going on a car ride. And am I ever glad we went then. By the time we got to the hospital, about 10 minutes later, things had gotten pretty bad.
We were immediately taken back to a triage room and Samuel started to receive care from one of the best PAs out there. Even though I had been asked by everyone about what he had to eat that day, strangely, they never asked about medical history so I volunteered the information at what seemed like an appropriate time. They were already working on getting Benadryl right away but when I mentioned CF, the PA says (this is my favorite) "Oh. That changes everything." (Yeah, no kidding.) They put in orders for prednisone.
By this time, it had been about a half hour to 45 minutes since Samuel had woken from his nap. I'm sure he was hungry, itchy, and just all around miserable. He ended up gagging when the PA was checking his throat and vomited all over his blanket (his blankie!) and me. I was getting a little irritated when I was calling for help and nobody came in. And the nurse couldn't figure out if the O2 sat lead was supposed to go with the light on the top or the bottom of his toe. Honestly. But she was the only one who wasn't competent that evening.
The Benadryl kicked in rather quickly and on his way back from paying our $100 co-pay, Kevin and the staff were joking about how that's the most expensive Benadryl he's ever seen. We were mentally preparing to get back home when the PA mentioned he wanted to monitor Samuel for a little bit... like 45 minutes or so. We were moved to another room and snuggled up on the bed under some blankets, since Samuel's clothes had been taken off and he refused to put the gown on (can't say I blame him. I wouldn't wear anything with teddy bears on it either!)
About a half hour later, Samuel had drifted off to sleep but was woken and sat up. His back was covered in hives. Kevin and I were shocked to see the reaction had come back and was worse than before. We called for the PA and sat and watched as more hives appeared on his face, neck and torso. It was wild to see them just pop up so quickly.
After 3 doses of Benadryl, 1 dose of prednisone and 7 hours in the ER, we were finally able to go home. We have 2 ideas of what could have caused such a significant reaction.
- a piece of cinnamon candy I shared with Samuel before his nap.
- Inhaled Tobi since it was one of the last things he had done before laying down.
Let's just hope his last culture doesn't grow more pseudomonas or we will be in a pickle. Actually, he will grow it eventually and the inevitable will happen. We will have to challenge him (a.k.a. give him some of what we think may have caused the reaction) at PCH where they will be fully equipped should he react. As Dr. R said, whatever it is, if he just got hives last time, the next time he's exposed, he'll get more than hives.
What could be more scary than the instant hives he had this past time? Instant shock?
And that, ladies and gents, is how we managed to have ANOTHER ER visit unrelated to CF. Seriously, can't they come up with a frequent visitor program? Especially for parents of wild 2-year old boys.
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