Thursday, December 31, 2015

Great Wolf Lodge

This year my mom's Fall Break landed on the same week as our Fall Break so she planned a trip out to visit us. Instead of hanging around doing the same things we always do, she planned a little getaway for us to take. She took us all to the Great Wolf Lodge in Kansas City. With only a three hour drive to get there it was the perfect destination. As if the Indoor water park wasn't enough fun, my mom got each of the kids a "Paw Pass" which included a whole bunch of activities around the Lodge for the kids to participate in.
Of course the main attraction of the water park was fun for everyone. The kids were all suited up with a new pair of goggles from their paw pass and enjoyed the big tube slides, the lazy river, but most of all the kids' hot tub. 

Brynn's favorite activity was getting to choose a creation station animal (their version of build-a-bear) and take it on a clubhouse adventure by following clues to kiosks located throughout the hotel that were activated by the animal.

Mason's favorite activity was without a doubt the Magi Quest game. Each of the kids got to choose out a wand - which in his current Harry Potter obsession was enough to be super cool on it's own- but the fact that he could actually make signs light up, boxes open, and all sorts of things around the hotel talk and move by waving his wand at it was more than he could ever dream of. There was a booklet full of quests that led you all over the hotel to locate different items and activate them with your wand to complete the quest. Brynn and Miles had fun completing a quest or two, but mostly enjoyed just walking around waving their wands at everything they saw. Mason, on the other hand, spent hours completing all the quests and was very proud to become a Master Magi. He didn't stop there. He went on to have the high score of the day one of the days we were there.




Miles was thrilled when he found out there was an arcade in the basement and that he got a card to use in it with his paw pass.  Our attempts to talk him out of wasting his money on the claw machine where it wasn't likely he would win anything were futile. He casually swiped his card, moved the joystick, hit the button and got himself a Minion on his first try. I have no idea how he always manages to do that with claw machines.

Some of the other activities we were able to do included a round of mini golf, visiting the seasonal pumpkin patch, and going trick-or-treating around the hotel each night.




It turned out to be the perfect getaway with something that catered to each of the kids' interests. Everyone was excited and happy the whole time. At the end of the year when we asked the kids what some of their favorite memories from 2015 were it was unanimous that Great Wolf Lodge was their absolute favorite.

Extra Curricular

I'm going to take a minute to vent my frustrations on the matter of kids sports. When I was a kid everyone spent their childhood participating in a variety of activities as they tried out different things and figured out what they liked the most. Now days if kids aren't specialized and playing on club teams by the time they are seven they are behind in the game and there are few opportunities for them to break into that sport. I believe that kids should keep busy and be involved in things, but I do not think we need to be paying thousands of dollars and spending every waking moment on a single sport while kids are this young. What happened to the benefits of being well-rounded? Not to mention that since leaving the state of Utah it has been virtually impossible to find programs for my kids to participate in that don't involve Sunday play. Rant over.
For nothing more than journaling purposes here is a quick summary of the extra curricular activities the kids have been participating in the last year.


Mason-
Fall Baseball 2014


When we moved to Omaha in June, Mason's regular baseball season was cut short. He was thrilled when we signed him up to play fall baseball on his best buddy, Jack's, team. Unfortunately, we were only a week into the season when Ellie was hospitalized, died, and we went to Utah for her funeral, making Mason miss the majority of the season. His coach and teammates where nothing but understanding and supportive and really went out of their way to make Mason feel like part of the team when we came back, but he struggled. He was behind all of the other kids on his skills already, and he just never got confident enough to enjoy himself. When Spring rolled around Mason had no desire to play baseball anymore. I can't help but feel like he associates all the negative feelings he experienced in life during the fall with his baseball experience. I wish Mason had had more opportunities to play baseball before deciding he was done with it, but as I mentioned before, it feels like at only 7 years old he is too far behind to catch up, which doesn't make it very fun to play.

Piano - Mason has been taking piano lessons from my mom on and off over the last few years. Starting in second grade we really buckled down and started being more consistent with it. Moving from Utah where piano teachers are a dime a dozen I was shocked to find out the prices the few piano teachers in Omaha charged. We decided to continue our free piano lessons with Grandma Nancy via Facetime. It is a little trickier than traditional lessons, but it has been working out. My mom is always telling me what a gift Mason has for music. In all of her years of teaching piano lessons she says she can't remember a student who picks up on things so naturally. Now if we can just get him to apply himself a little more.

Basketball Nov 2014 - Feb 2015
Mason played his first year of basketball through the YMCA. Scott did a wonderful job helping coach the team. Mason made a lot of improvement and most importantly had fun doing it.

Cub Scouts

When Mason turned 8 he joined the cub scouts in our ward. As luck would have it, Scott was called to be the Wolf leader at the same time. This was great because they got to spend that hour each week together. Mason has already earned his Bobcat and is well on his way to earning his Wolf. So far Mason has really enjoyed scouts.

Flag Football-
Spring 2015
In the spring Mason tried out another new sport when he played YMCA flag football. He was lucky to be placed on a team with two very dedicated (and competitive) coaches. His team was full of talented players for him to learn from. At first it was frustrating for me because the coaches would not let him play offense because they already had a group of returning players who knew the plays. Mason had a great attitude about it and worked hard and by the end of the year was joining in on offense. His team went undefeated during the season. This ignited a love for football in Mason.

Swim Team-
Summer 2015
After doing several sessions of swimming lessons during the winter to work on stroke development I felt like Mason was ready to try out summer swim team. I signed him up for the Zorinsky swim team which turned out to be super low key and a great fit for Mason as a beginning swimmer. His favorite stroke was butterfly (probably because so few kids compete in butterfly in the 8 and under dision that he usualy got a ribbon) He improved from 4th place in his first meet to 3rd place in his second meet and first place in his last two meets. Too bad we were out of town for the City Championship meet or he probably would have gotten a trophy or medal in it.

Tennis - 
Summer 2015

I found about a great little summer tennis program through the city at a nearby high school. They had lessons twice a week through the summer and it was the perfect addition to our summer days. Two boys from church, Austin Neeley and Carter McInelly also participated which made it extra fun for Mason. 

Brynn-
Gymnastics-
Jan 2015 - May 2015
Brynn started up Gymnastics at Metrostar gymnastics where she quickly advanced out of the beginning level. After several months she was well on her way to passing the next level when she decided she wanted to take a break from gymnastics and try something else for awhile. I think this had less to do with her being tired of gymnastics and more to do with the 40 minute drive each way making gymnastics take up her entire afternoon every Wednesday which happened to be early out day. We decided to take a break for the summer and re-evaluate when school started again in the fall. While she definitely has missed gymnastics she has decided she would rather take tumbling with several of her friends from school where they focus more on the aspects of gymnastics that were her favorite anyway. We'll see how it goes.

Piano-
Per her own request, Brynn also started taking piano lessons from Grandma Nancy during Kindergarten. Reading music doesn't come as easily to Brynn as it does Mason and it's not unusual for her to have a good pout when things get tough during each of her lessons and while practicing, but I am proud of her for always sticking with it and love the Grit I see her developing. 

Swim Lessons-
Jan - Mar 2015

I prefer to sign my kids up for their swimming lessons during the winter to break up those long and generally uneventful months and then leave our summers open for fun swimming. I enrolled Brynn in swimming lessons at the YMCA and we really lucked out and got an amazing teacher who really helped Brynn overcome her hesitancy in the water and take the next steps in her swimming skills. She mastered floating and became an independent swimmer. While she is completely capable of swimming on her own she will still only do it when she knows she can touch. This summer we will have to work on her confidence swimming in the deep end. Overall I couldn't have been more please with Brynn's improvement through a few sessions. 

Tennis-
Summer 2015
Brynn participated in the same summer tennis lessons as Mason. As with everything she does in life she loved every second of it.

Miles-
Swim Lessons-
Jan - Mar 2015



As soon as Miles turned 3 and was old enough I signed him up for his first swimming lessons at the YMCA. He was super excited, but as it turns out he was all talk and when it actually came time for his lessons he screamed and cried and refused to go with his teacher. It had absolutely nothing to do with him being afraid or uncomfortable in the water, and he isn't usually hesitant with new people the way Brynn is, so it was just a really random and frustrating thing. For nearly the entire first session he spent all of his lesson refusing to go with his class. Then as soon as his lesson was over he would run around and happily play in the water with Brynn. She eventually ended up doing all the things with him they would do during his lessons like blowing bubbles, putting his face in, practice kicking, etc. He was more than happy to do it with Brynn which made me wonder why I wasn't paying her to teach him. Thankfully the second session went much smoother and Miles decided that swim lessons were pretty cool after all.

Mommy Preschool -
Feb - May 2015
As I started looking into which preschool I wanted to sign Miles up for in the Fall I was feeling kind of disappointed by the options and shocked at the outrageous price tags that went along with them. Michelle Cook and I started toying around with the idea of organizing a co-op preschool for our boys and possibly some other friends. We decided that maybe we should give it a trial run first. So we set a schedule and once or twice a week one of us would take the boys for a couple hours and attempt a very simple little lesson and activity with them. We had a lot of fun doing it, but it didn't take long for me to realize that this was not going to work for Miles. I am not worried about him learning his letters and shapes as much as I am wanting him to learn how to follow the structure and rules of a classroom and that wasn't going to happen in this environment. So I bit the bullet and signed him up for Imagine and Explore preschool for the fall and we just enjoyed our scheduled playdates with kids in the meantime. 

Ellie's Trach

I started this post shortly after Ellie got her trach to help others understand life with a trach better, but I felt like I still had so much to learn myself that I put off finishing it until I was a more experienced Trach mom. I started working on it again during Ellie's last hospital admission, but never got it finished before she died. Now as I've returned to work and am taking care of other trached kiddos I have a desire to finish this post to document a little about life with Ellie's trach.
A common response I got when I initially told people my daughter had a tracheostomy was, "Oh, is that what the smoker lady on those commercials has?" While technically that was true, I have always hated that comparison. Those commercials were made to scare people by showing the horrible and scary consequences that could come from smoking and made a tracheostomy out to be something gross and disgusting. Ellie and her tracheostomy were neither gross nor disgusting. As a matter of fact, Ellie was somewhat of a poster child for adorable trach babies. When she was readmitted to the hospital with rhinovirus just weeks after getting her trach I was approached by one of the doctors who had followed Ellie during several of her admissions. He said he didn't usually do this, but he had a favor to ask me. There was a very young couple whose baby was in need of a trach, but neither one of them had any idea what a trach even was. The more they tried to explain it to the parents the more terrified they became. The doctor said he kept thinking about darling little Ellie and if they could only see how adorable and happy she was that they would feel so much better. He asked if I would be okay having them come down and meet Ellie and if I would be willing to talk to them and answer any of their questions. Of course I said yes. The visit was a huge success, not only for them, but for me, too. The fact that others saw Ellie as a prime example of a perfect trach baby along with the doctor's praise of me being one of the most knowledgeable and capable new trach moms he'd ever met (which was debatable, but it was just the confidence boost I desperately needed at the time) lifted my spirits that were pretty low at that point.

The thing that makes a tracheostomy seem so scary to most people is not understanding it. So I am going to attempt a brief overview of what a tracheostomy is and the care it requires.
A tracheostomy is a surgically created hole through the front of the neck into the trachea (windpipe). This is done for a variety of reasons including bypassing a problem or blockage in the airway or prolonged mechanical ventilation.
Ellie's Stoma
The opening in the neck is called the Stoma. A tracheostomy tube is a curved tube that is inserted into the stoma to keep it open and allow ventilation to occur through it. There are several different kinds of tracheostomy tubes that have different features for different purposes.
Bivona Flextend
When Ellie first had her trach placed they used a Shiley which sits right against the neck under the chin. Because of her short neck it was really difficult to access and clean around the trach and after just a few days it was causing skin breakdown under her chin. So they switched her to a Bivona Flextend which is more commonly used in infants and children. The flanges sit against the neck to hold it in place, but a longer extention tube allows for the end of the trach to hang below the chin. The Bivona Flextend was a much better fit for Ellie.

Shiley Trach
Bivona Flextend Trach
Trach ties are the neckbands that hook onto the flanges of the trach with velco straps and fasten around the neck to keep the trach securely in place. The trach ties should be secured tight enough that a finger can snuggly slide between the neck and tie. Tighter than that can cause skin irritation and looser than that could allow for accidental decannulation (the trach tube coming out).
Trach Ties
After the trach tube is secured with trach ties, a 2x2 drain gauze (a piece of gauze with a premade slit in it) is tucked under the flanges to absorb moisture and secretions and protect the skin. 

One of the most important parts of caring for a tracheostomy is keeping the skin around the stoma clean, dry, and intact to reduce the chance of infection. We referred to this as Ellie's "trach care" which is done at least every morning and night. Trach care is done by removing the gauze and cleaning under the tracheostomy tube and around the stoma with sterile water and cotton swabs before placing a clean gauze. Every morning the trach ties are changed during trach care. This requires a little more skill because you have to hold the trach tube in place while undoing and changing the ties so that it does not accidentally come out. If you think changing a wiggly baby's diaper can be tricky, you should try changing a wiggly baby's trach ties. It is no easy feit and for the first few months was a two person job for us. I remember when we were in the hospital being trained on Ellie's trach care and it would take Scott and me 30 minutes to get through Ellie's trach care and we would literally be dripping with sweat by the end. I had a hard time believing the doctor when he told us that doing Ellie's trach care would become as natural as doing her hair every morning, but it really did. Eventually we got good enough that one of us could do trach care on our own in a matter of minutes. Ellie always had a very clean trach that was easy to care for and we never had any problems with skin breakdown or infection around her stoma. For other trach kiddos it can be a constant struggle and issue. I'm grateful it wasn't for us.
(If you would like to see a video on trach care click on this link).

The most critical skill that must be learned by anyone who will care for a trached child is how do a trach change. For a lot of people this is an intimidating part of caring for a trach. There are two types of trach changes: routine and emergent. Routine trach changes are done weekly. You remove the trach and replace it with a clean one. You want the procedure to be as close to sterile as possible. We always tried to have two trained people present for each trach change in case anything went wrong. Before my first trach change a respiratory therapist told me it felt like putting in an earring and I found that to be very true and helpful. Truthfully I grew to love and anticipate our routine trach changes because for a few seconds each week, between taking out the old and putting in the new it was like someone turned off the mute button and we got to hear Ellie's true voice. Even though most of the time it was in the form of crying, it was still magical. If you are interested, this video shows the process of a routine trach change.
An emergent trach change would occur if there was a mucus plug (thick secretions occluding the trach tube) an accidental decannulation (the trach tube coming out) or any other situation where their airway was compromised or they were struggling. There is a saying they ingrained in us during trach training "when in doubt, change it out". For this reason we had to have a spare clean trach and all of the supplies for a trach change with us at all times. We only experienced two accidental decannulations with Ellie, once in the car and once in her crib during a nap. Both times were pretty intense and scary, but served as a good reminder for us that we always had to be ready. 

When you or I breathe through our mouth and nose, our upper airway warms, cleans, and moistens the air we breathe. Breathing through a trach bypasses these mechanisms so that the air entering the lungs is cooler, dryer, and not as clean. This creates several important aspects of caring for a trach.

First, in response to these changes, the body creates more mucus. The increased amount of mucus requires frequent suctioning to keep the tracheostomy tube clear and patent.

There are different systems and protocols used for suctioning depending on the child's suction needs and the supplies provided by your DME company. We used suction catheters with plastic sleeves on them to keep them clean between uses and then changed them out each day. Before you ever suction it is important to know the safe suction level. This is the measurement on the catheter that correlates with the depth to insert the catheter so that the tip barely pokes out of the end of the trach tube without hitting the carina (where the airway bifurcates) as this can be very painful and cause damage to the airway. While keeping the catheter as sterile as possible you insert the suction catheter to appropriate depth, cover the suction port with your thumb to activate suctioning, then twist catheter in a circular motion while slowly pulling it out. Sometimes it requires 2-3 passes to clear out all the secretions. If secretions are too thick or deep to clear it might require a lavage where you squirt 2-3 drops of saline into the trach to loosen secretions then immediately follow with suctioning.
Ellie always had a good amount of secretions which created a constant gurgly sound with her breathes. As someone who genuinely struggles with misophonia, which literally means the hatred of sound, the constant gurgling noise caused a lot of anxiety in me at first. Because of my dislike of the noise, my natural instinct was to suction, suction, suction until the gurgle was gone. I was quickly taught, however, the importance of not over suctioning which can actually lead to an increase in mucous production. Figuring how much suction Ellie needed without overdoing it had a bit of a learning curve for us, but slowly we got to know Ellie's normal and became more comfortable in knowing when she needed suctioning. Eventually we grew accustomed to her gurgly sound and even learned to love it as it became Ellie's voice. The gurgly sounds Ellie made were not typical for babies to make and it was one of the things that made people feel uncomfortable around Ellie. We often had people ask if Ellie was okay because of a noise that she would make that was perfectly normal to us, but alarming to others around us. Our portable suction machine that was never far away from Ellie was bulky, heavy, and extremely loud and obnoxious. It was impossible to suction Ellie without drawing the attention of everyone around. These things sometimes made it uncomfortable to go places like church or the store knowing we would get all sorts of odd looks when it came to Ellie's secretions and suctioning.
Our Elf on the Shelf was practicing his suctioning on Ellie's trach bear.
Ellie loved the sound of the crinkly plastic on her suction catheters and was always trying to get to them so finally we started just giving her spare ones to play with so we could keep her actual suction catheter clean.

Second, without the upper airway moistening the air breathed in through the trach, artificial humidification is required to keep lung tissues and secretions moist. This can be done in several ways. Ellie's main source for humidification was her trach mask, also called a trach collar or humidification mask. 
Ellie's trach mask consisted of an air compressor which blows air through a heated humidification bottle filled with sterile water which creates humidfied air that travels down several feet of corregated tubing and out the trach mask which covers the trach. In Ellie's case, extra oxygen was also administered with the humidification. When Ellie first got her trach she was extremely dependent on the humidification from her trach mask and could only be off of it for short periods of time or her secretions would thicken and become difficult for her to manage which would increase her work of breathing and oxygen requirements. Since the air compressor is not portable and the tubing cannot be more than a few feet long this meant we were literally tied to Ellie's crib all the time. As she got bigger and stronger and her lungs recovered from all the damage that occurred from aspirating the first 2 months of her life, she was able to tolerate being off her trach mask more and more each day. We did learn that the lack of humidification didn't always have an immediate effect, but rather her secretion's reflected the humidification from 24 hrs prior. So if we had to go to a doctors appointment or braved an outing with Ellie and she was off her humidification for longer than usual, she might handle it fine at the time, but the next day her secretions would be thicker, she would require a lot more suctioning and have to work harder to breathe, and would require her trach mask all day. After moving to Omaha we noticed that Ellie did not require near as much humidification as she did in Utah. I think part of this was due to her getting bigger and stronger, but I also think the humid climate of the midwest helped. Most days she could get by just being hooked up to her trach mask during her naps and when sleeping at night. With this new found freedom we were able to go on much more outings with Ellie without paying the price for it the next day. Any time that Ellie got the littlest bit sick, though, she would need the trach mask around the clock in order to avoid getting mucous plugs.

What our day to day life looked like tied down to the trach mask.

The trach mask system was definitely our most high maintenance piece of equiptment. All the parts of it had to sterilized and/or switched out at least weekly to prevent any bacteria from building up in it. The humidification bottle had to be filled to a specific level. If it dropped below it than Ellie would not receive adequate humidification. The heater we had was inconsistent and temperamental so we had to continually be monitoring the temperature with a thermometer near the end of the tubing to make sure it was warm enough but not too hot. The tubing needed to stay as close to level as possible for optimal humidification. If it wasn't than condensation collected in loops of tubing and could potentially be dumped out on Ellie with the risk of her aspirating the water through her trach. There was a collection bag in the middle of the tubing to help prevent this, but that required regular emptying. There were so many factors that went into Ellie getting the right humidification to keep her lungs healthy and strong. 

When Ellie wasn't hooked up to the trach mask then we used an HME (heat moisture exchanger) also known as an artificial nose.
It is called an artificial nose because it replaces the nose's function of filtering and humidifying the air breathed through the trach. It creates humidity by trapping the moisture that is blown off with exhalation in the chamber which the inhaled air will then pass back through and pick up. It does require more work to breathe through an HME and doesn't provide as much humidification so some people tolerate it better than others. As I mentioned before, Ellie only tolerated wearing the HME for short periods of time at first, but as she got bigger and stronger she tolerated it more and more. It was important to monitor how moist the paper filters got because if they got too wet or gunked up with secretions then it would be like breathing with a wet washcloth over your mouth. Because of Ellie's amount of secretions we went through several HMEs a day. At $5 each, it was a battle with our insurance and DME to get approved for more than 1 a day, so sometimes that alone was a limiting factor on how long she could be disconnected from her trach mask.

This leads me to the third aspect of trach care, which is filtering the air. Remember that a tracheostomy tube is direct access into the lungs. So a big part of caring for a trachestomy is making sure nothing gets in it that shouldn't be going into the lungs. This includes water, smoke, dust, lint, hair, the list could go on and on. A guideline that we were given was that Ellie should not be in any environment where an aerosol or particle can be seen in the air. This meant she couldn't be around when I was cleaning with sprays, she couldn't wear clothes or use blankets or stuffed animals that shed or had lint, she couldn't take real baths or swim. One respiratory therapist totally freaked me out by telling us we had to be careful not to let flies in the house because they loved warm, moist, moving air and could very easy fly up the trach into her lungs. Wearing the HME helps filter bigger particles and prevents things from going in the trach, but it doesn't filter out all the dusts and particles in the air. This was another very limiting factor on where we could go and what we could do with Ellie. For example, on the Fourth of July, I had Ellie outside with everyone, but once we started doing fireworks and clouds of smoke started to form I had to take her inside.

I have already done a post on why Ellie did not have an audible voice with her trach and the use of a speaking valve. You can find that information here.
Ellie with her Speaking Valve on.
There are so many things you have to consider and be prepared for everywhere you go with a trached kiddo. Because of this it is required that you take a "trach bag" everywhere with you. We were given a trach bag in the hospital with the essentials but quickly found that there were additional things we needed. We eventually ended up getting a Utility Tote from Thirty-one that could fit our portable suction machine, all of Ellie's trach supplies, feeding tube supplies, and normal diaper bag items in it. It weighed a good 25-30 pounds when all packed up and went EVERYWHERE with us.

This is just a brief (I know that there is actually nothing brief about this post) overview of caring for a trach. As you can see life with a trached child is extremely complex and has many limitations. From the moment Ellie got her trach I started looking forward to and dreaming about the day she would get her trach out. If Ellie could just get her trach out our life would be so much easier. I found myself putting life on hold and telling myself we'll do that when Ellie gets her trach out. I honestly expected that Ellie would get her trach out by the time she was 2-3 years old so it seemed best just to hunker down and get through those years and then we could really start living. As time went on, though, I started to realize that life with Ellie was only going to get harder. Having a baby with special needs is a whole lot different than having a 5, 10, or 15 year old. The fact that Ellie couldn't walk or talk and was developmentally delayed didn't matter much as a 1-year-old. But have a 5-year-old who can't walk and a 10-year-old who can't talk is a much bigger challenge. I realized that these early years were the prime of Ellie's life and we needed to be enjoying them trach and all. So I did my best to fill our summer with the kind of experiences I wanted Ellie and my other kids to have. We went to the zoo, the children's museum, the swimming pool, the library, the park, and even sent Ellie down the slip 'n slide with Mason. It took A LOT of work to go on the simplest of outings and there were many times I would be shedding tears of exhaustion and frustration by the time we were in the car to go home, but I felt the need to make memories NOW. As difficult as it could be, I guess we were doing a pretty good job because there were many people around us who did not understand how truely difficult everyday life with a trach baby was. I actually had one person, after spending a couple days with us, tell me that life with Ellie wasn't as hard as I was making myself believe it was. This comment didn't sit well with me, but I tried to take it as a compliment that we had gotten so good at life with Ellie that we made it look a whole lot easier than it actually was.

When I took Ellie to her new ENT in Omaha, Dr Goebel, she was healthier and doing better than she had in her entire life. There was a big part of me that thought she could be getting her trach out sooner than later. After her initial assessment of Ellie, Dr. Goebel agreed. She was very upbeat and optimistic at how well Ellie appeared to be doing with her trach and said she might be ready to get this trach out! She wanted to do a quick scope of her upper airway to see how her laryngomalacia was doing. We went into the procedure room and I helped hold Ellie while Dr. Goebel did put the camera through her nose down to her larynx. As the camera went in Ellie fought and cried hard and Dr Goebel got quiet. Her whole demeaner changed as she finished the scope. After she was done she sadly told me that while Ellie's laryngomalacia was looking better, the back of her throat was extremely hypotonic and was completely collapsing down just with her crying. She said that based on what she saw Ellie still needed her trach and she probably would for quite awhile. She said she could very well see Ellie getting to the point where she was capped all day, but would likely never pass a sleep study required to remove the trach. This made sense to me since so many of our 4p+ friend struggle with major sleep apnea issues. It was not the news I was hoping for and hit me hard, although not as hard as I would have expected. I guess, in away, I had already decided we could be happy with Ellie's trach and so I was okay with it.

Since Ellie's death I have had several people referred to me by friends when their child was getting a trach. Truthfully I feel completely inadequate to give any type of advice or direction to these parents because clearly we didn't do a very good job or Ellie would still be here. I don't write this post as any type of direction on how it should be done, but simply to document Ellie's trach and how we cared for it. We may not have been perfect, but I can truthfully say I gave it all I had.

Sleep


"Get a good night's sleep....it'll be better in the morning."
 A phrase often said after a hard day or when facing a difficult situation. There is more truth to that saying than I first realized. Did you know that it is during REM sleep that our minds consolidate our memories and process information. Research has shown that when faced with a problem, allowing time for it to "incubate" and getting a good night's sleep actually helps people cope and find better solutions.
I have talked a lot about how sleep deprivation was one of our greatest struggles when caring for Ellie. The irony is that Ellie was actually an amazing sleeper, we just had to be awake to care for her while she slept. When she was a newborn she couldn't sleep laying down or her airway would flop closed and she couldn't breathe. My mom and I took turns watching her through the night while she slept elevated in her swing and would reposition her as needed to keep her airway open. After she came home with her trach we would swaddle her up, connect her to all her machines, and then take shifts staying awake monitoring the equipment, responding to alarms, suctioning as needed, and making sure Ellie didn't wake up and need something since she had no audible voice. As she got bigger and stronger and we became more comfortable with her care we were able to try and get some sleep. At first we slept on a mat in her room, but gradually over the months I became sensitive enough to her sounds that I could sleep around the corner in my bed with the video monitor on full blast. Scott slept too deep to wake up to the monitor so I pretty much took over her nighttime care asking Scott for help when I needed it. It was about this time that I hit rock bottom. After 6 months of no more than an hour or two of sleep at a time I felt on the brink of a nervous breakdown. I was sooo exhausted, yet I had developed a fear of sleeping. I was filled with anxiety whenever I had a chance to lay down and close my eyes because I was so tired yet I was terrified to fall asleep and miss something that Ellie needed. I would fall asleep only to jolt awake a short time later with my heart racing not knowing how long I had been asleep and panicking if Ellie was okay.  With encouragement from Scott and my mom I went to the doctor to talk about my increasing anxiety. After talking about our current situation he told me that with the amount of sleep I was (or wasn't) getting anxiety and depression were inevitable. He prescribed me more sleep - easier said than done. So I tried to let Scott and my mom help out more by taking shifts sleeping in Ellie's room while I tried to sleep in our room with the monitor off. I would still wake up to every alarm I heard but it did help me get some sanity back. As time went on our nights seemed to get easier. We had more nights when I only had to get up every 3 hours to refill her feeds and check all her equipment before returning to bed and less alarms going off between those times. I started to think we might actually be able to do this after all. After her first birthday and our move to Omaha, Ellie had a surge in development that we were so excited about, but wreaked havoc on her sleeping routine. We quickly learned that trach masks, feeding tubes, and rolling babies don't go together very well. Ellie made a sport of chasing the light of her sat monitor until she managed to pull off her sock and the underlying probe; disassembling her trach mask tubing and thereby disconnecting her oxygen; opening the medicine port or altogether disconnecting her feeding tube - subsequently "feeding the bed", as the tubie community calls it, and emptying the contents of her stomach all over herself. Any stretch of sleep we did get usually resulted in walking in her room to find a scene such as this.  

One, sometimes two, middle of the night baths and complete bedding change outs became the usual as we tried to find ways to "Ellie proof" all her equipment. In the mean time Ellie started developing some less than ideal sleeping patterns as she discovered that it was super fun to wake up and play from 3-5 every morning. We were in Omaha without the help of my mom and Scott had such a demanding work schedule that I was once again left running on fumes. But at last there was help on the way! On August 1, Ellie was officially enrolled in Nebraska's Katie Beckett program and with that we qualified for night time nursing hours. We could have a nurse come for 8 hours every night to care for Ellie while we slept! This is exactly what we had prayed for and dreamed about for the last year! But when it finally became reality we realized what it actually meant. We would be inviting a virtual stranger into our home each night while we slept and trust them to care for our daughter. It was actually pretty nerve wracking and if there had been any other way I probably would have chosen it, but as it was, I knew things could not keep going like they had been. So we met with the nursing agency to discuss our needs. We decided to start by only having a nurse come 4 nights a week and we would see how it went. They said they had the perfect nurse to meet our needs and the next day we met our nurse, Danai. She was so kind and I immediately felt comfortable with her and once again was so grateful for the blessings that were being poored out on us to receive a nurse that was such a great fit. Danai worked her first week of shifts with us where we were orienting her to Ellie's care and nighttime routine. Before she could start her second week with us Ellie was hospitalized and died. Once again, it feels like a cruel joke. Like we belonged in a line of Alanis Morriset's song Ironic. We moved 1000 miles across the country to obtain the nursing help we needed just to have Ellie die the week after our nurse began.

Looking back, I often wonder if I had been able to get more sleep if I might have dealt with the emotional aspects of Ellie's diagnosis and care better. I also wonder if I wouldn't have been so sleep deprived during Ellie's last hospital stay if I might have had a clearer head and not missed the subtle clues that I should have noticed. Would I have been able to piece together the puzzle of what was going on inside Ellie's body before it was too late? If I hadn't been totally and completely desperate for sleep on August 30, 2014, I would have responded to Scott's call about Ellie crying by going to the hospital to see what was going on instead of telling Scott I needed him and the nurse to take care of it because I was too exhausted and didn't know what to do. I will never be able to forgive myself for that. 

It was so discouraging and overwhelming not to be able to find a way to get help with Ellie during the nights that first year. I would pour my heart out in prayer begging for a solution only to face another sleepless night with no respite in sight. I felt so alone and didn't know how I was supposed to maintain that level of care throughout Ellie's life. Little did I know that her life would not be as long as I expected. After Ellie's death, all the feelings of confusion and anger at why we couldn't get help with Ellie turned into immense gratitude that I had been the one to care for Ellie throughout her life. That she had been such a central part of our life for the short time we had her. I was so grateful for all the nights I spent with her - that practically doubled the time I got with her on earth. I finally understood that while I was begging Heavenly Father for what I thought I needed, he could see the whole picture and knew I could survive 15 months with little sleep and instead gave me the gift of time and memories with my baby. 


If I thought nights were hard with Ellie I had no idea how hard they would be without her. After Ellie's death nighttime became my worst enemy. The sound of her noisy machines running had always been in the background and now the silence of the night was suffocating. I would lay down in bed only to shoot up gasping for air as the weight of guilt, regret, disbelief, and grief crushed me. For the next few months I had to take a sleeping pill each night before bed just to make it through the night without having panic attack after panic attack. Miles started coming into our room almost every night and climbing in bed with me. I was so grateful that someone needed me and I so desperately needed him to hold in my arms. One night Scott had to travel for work which left me home alone with the kids and unwilling to take my sleeping pill for fear I would be too groggy if someone needed me. I was terrified to face the night alone. One by one the kids all trickled into my bedroom throughout the night and climbed in bed with me. Never has this happened before or since. It was as if they knew I needed them and they all were there. I took this picture at 3 am and sent it to Scott saying, "I guess there was no need for me to worry about spending the night alone."




It's a year later and I still dislike nighttime. Often times when I am having a hard time sleeping I will run a load of laundry just so the quiet humming of the machines can break up the silence. Every single time I flip on the light switch in the hall I can't help but think about all the times I did that as I went back and forth between Ellie's room at night. I still wake up and instinctively look at the night stand to check the video monitor. I have put my favorite picture of Ellie looking up from her crib in its place so I can feel a little closer to her when that happens. 


As I have been trying to figure out my purpose in this new life I came across this quote by President Gordon B. Hinckley

It was just the message I needed to take a step I had been contemplating and go back to work as an RN doing Pediatric Home Nursing. Last month I started a job for Maxim Healthcare, the same nursing company that we worked with for Ellie's nursing hours. I will be providing care for two families with trached kiddos. One of them is my dear friend Lorena and her daughter Alex. The other is a family out in Freemont who currently does not have any nurses because their son is such a high acuity they require experienced RNs which there are not a whole lot of in this field. Being surrounded by the same equipment and providing the same cares as I did with Ellie brings with it a definite ache in my heart, but overall it has been very cathartic for me. I feel a great sense of purpose in providing these families with the relief I know they need. If they can get even just one night of sleep knowing their child is taken care of than it is worth it to me.