MRI Results

Today, at 1:30 p.m. they called to tell us what we had been waiting, hoping and praying to hear..........her scan was completely normal, her brain is perfect!

At 1:31 p.m I called Matt crying with the news, which nearly gave him a heart attack, I was just so happy! Even as I type this the tears are still forming. She's asleep in her crib but I can hardly wait for her to wake up so I can squeeze her!

Now what? Well, we aren't really sure. We are waiting to hear back from the Neuro-Ophthalmologist, but I imagine we will see him within the next month or so to follow-up and check Adley's progress.

I'm confident her diagnosis of "delayed visual pathways" is nothing more than that, a delay. She seems to be making up for lost time in my opinion and is absolutely just the sweetest and most content baby I've ever seen. I have a suspicion, that as we see this delightful little girl unfold, this will end up boiling down to personality and every baby being different, even from day one.



I'm enjoying these tears of joy today and I'm thankful, so very, very thankful.  I'm thankful for how encouraged I've felt from so many people.  I'm thankful for the out-pouring of "above the call of duty" love we've been shown.  I'm thankful for our pediatrician's investment in Adley, ensuring we got the results as soon as possible.  I'm thankful for the help we had with Elyse so we could attend these appointments together.  I'm thankful for how God has used this experience to grow and strengthen me and our family. 

I'm thankful that I feel like I can put this all behind me and move on. 

Adley's MRI

I prayed for specifics and specifics we got.  As far as things like this go, it honestly could not have gone any better.  I prayed for her to eat enough the night before so going 6 hours without eating would be okay.  She did.  At one point she began rooting a little but never cried for food until after the scan was done and the sedation had worn off.  I prayed for things to go smoothly, for IV access to be achieved on the first stick and for things to be running on schedule so she didn't have to go without food any longer than necessary.  The nurse got the IV in one stick.  Things were so timely that they were actually waiting on her since she had eaten right at 6am.  The staff was friendly and supportive.  When the MRI took longer than expected to get additional pictures, they called us to let us know.  She came out of sedation without a glitch and we were on our way.  My dad and Elyse did great at home, she's still pretty sick but I could tell she kept my dad on his toes and enjoyed the one on one time she got to spend with him. 

Don't get me wrong, holding Adley's limbs down while she screamed as they started the IV was difficult.   Dressing her in a hospital gown, that despite the cartoon characters and red polka dots, was still a miniature hospital gown that made her seem ill based on appearance alone.  Parting ways with her, Matt handing her off to someone else and watching her be carried away to undergo anesthesia and testing that could potentially change our lives as we know them.....I wouldn't allow room for the thoughts.  When I became engorged and began leaking while in the waiting room, my body telling me I should be feeding a baby, made me miss her that much more.  Seeing the irritated marks around her eyes from where they had to tape them shut and the indention marks along her cheeks from where the oxygen tubes were placed made me thankful I wasn't in the room to see her like that.

But it went well, very well I would say.  We could have results as early as this afternoon or it make take up to 3 days.   

We're home now.  Both girls are napping.  The sounds of cold wind rustling palm trees is mixing with the playful noises of our neighbors kids as they play outside.  The mail got delivered right on time.  There are dirty dishes in the sink.  This afternoon is like any other afternoon, but on this day I wait.  I'm making sure my phone is charged and nearby, and I wait.

I can only imagine the sight I must have been this afternoon when I took Mandy to the vet.  It was 63 degrees outside and raining.  I had Mandy in the cat carrier, Adley in the infant carrier, Elyse on my hip and a diaper bag on my shoulder, dashing through the rain into the office.  Elyse's nose was so runny she had wiped it onto her forehead and into her hair, she had red rimmed eyes and was coughing like a seal.  Mandy was yelping in protest of the confines of her carrier.  Thankfully my shoe didn't fall off or the diaper bag tip over and Adley pleasantly sat along for the ride. 

The staff quickly ushered us into our own little room, we had a 4pm appointment and were backing out of the parking lot at 4:34pm......that my friends, is a very successful trip.  In that 34 minutes Mandy was assessed, weighed, lab work was drawn, urine sample taken, and given IV fluids.  She was severely dehydrated and other than that, according to the vet, is just an old cat.  $300 later we were all on our way back home.  Hopefully the fluids will perk her up and the labs won't be anything remarkable.  I must admit, given her age and the way she was acting today, I wasn't sure she would be coming back home with us, but thankfully she did.  I love that cat....a lot.  I also wasn't sure how I would explain to Elyse why Mandy came with us to the pet doctor but didn't come back home.  I'm grateful we didn't have to have that conversation today.

Hopefully our appointment in the morning with Adley will go just as smoothly and yield quick, positive results as well.  

What a day!

Thanksgiving was great!  Matt had 4 days off to spend with us and we were able to spend the holiday with his family and I'm planning to visit my side this week.  We had, what I would call, a well balanced weekend.  We got enough accomplished that we felt productive and scratched a few things off the do do list, but kept our days free enough for some quality time together.  Finding that balance is a constant struggle for me because there always seems to be so much to do but people who need my time (and I need theirs) as well.

Then Monday hit me with a bang.  Matt flew out early and I awoke to a cat who looked ill and had gotten sick in several places around the house, a toddler with a worsening cough, drippy nose and fever which had all started this weekend but hit a new peak this morning.  I called first thing and got her seen by her doctor this morning.  From the looks/sounds/history of everything, Elyse had Croup and while she had Croup, contracted RSV, and now has an ear infection (her first ever) to boot. 

The house is cleaned up, Elyse and Adley are napping, I missed lunch in the hustle of things so I just polished off a box of squares crackers (Cheez-its), which was not a good decision.  I'm contemplating hauling all 3 of us along with my 24 year old cat, Mandy, to the vet this afternoon to see if anything needs to be done for her.  Adley has her MRI tomorrow morning and I'm already nervous about leaving my dad with a sick Elyse.  The men in my life are amazing instruction followers so as long as I spell it all out, measure medicines ahead of time, have her lunch ready on a plate under plastic wrap (which she will probably not eat anyway), he will do great.

Now to find a vet.......

Word travels

I just got an email from our midwives at Breath of Life, the birthing center where Adley was born.  The manager at the pregnancy center I used to serve at sent along my blog to the very hands that brought Adley into this world.  Those hands placed her on my chest immediately after her birth and now they are placing her in the hands of her heavenly father.  I'm amazed.  

These hands handed her to me and to picture them folded tightly, handing her back to Him.......I'm amazed.  I'm thankful.  I'm teary eyed that so many have reached out for one of God's smallest miracles, that the word has spread, that we are uniting, believing, and proclaiming a perfect MRI scan.

 

Time to focus

We have her MRI scheduled for Tuesday, November 29th. Feedings will be held from 6 a.m. that morning until after the procedure. We arrive at 9 a.m. with the scan to be performed at 10 a.m. She will have an IV started and undergo general anesthesia so we appreciate prayers regarding the procedure itself along with the results of the scan.
I get teary eyed at the thought of not being able to feed her when she cries for me that morning, the IV, and watching her tiny body go into such a huge machine. As a nurse, so much of this shouldn't scare me at all and I know it could be so, so much worse, but as a mom, I'm terrified. As hopeful as I am, I'm still afraid of the results. I'm afraid of finding out something very serious could be going on and I'm also afraid of not knowing. I believe she can see, I know that for sure, but beyond that I just don't know. I'm hopeful it's a delay but realistic enough that it could be more than that. Regardless of my emotions my faith in her creation and her Creator remains steadfast, of that I am sure.

As I've watched her lately, I notice more and more what a hard time she seems to have latching onto whatever it is she seems to be wanting to focus on.  Her head bobbles from immature neck muscles and her eyes appear aimless as they dart about.  I usually can't tell what it is she's even trying to look at it, but once she gets it, once she locks focus and her efforts are rewarded, her gummy grin, sparking eyes, dimples and a coo that surprises even her, tell me that she got it and what she worked so hard to see was worth it.  Those tender moments are one of the brightest parts of my day and they tell me, that whatever this all is, she's willing to put forth the effort for the reward. 

How often am I like that?  I know what I should be focusing on and I allow myself to dart about, getting sidetracked by sometimes the most insignificant things like a spot on the tile or crumbs that need sweeping, when I previously told my 2 year old that I was coming to sit and play with her.  How often do I decide to check my email or start a load of laundry when I was headed for quiet time?

I'm being taught, through Adley, to focus.  To invest in being focused, to make the effort, stabilize my wobbly neck and engage in what matters.  To calm the darting and be still.  Be still for my family and be still and know that He is God.   

I had to add a picture ;).  Maybe I'll take the time to edit Matt's arm from holding her up but in a way I like it there.  After all, that is what we do for our kids, stabilize them until they move freely erect on their own.

Elyse really does adore her.  It may wear off but I try to model a love for her sister, a love I hope Elyse adopts as her own and feels worthy of sharing in.

Eye update from a mother's perspective

We left the appointment Tuesday with such heavy hearts and were so scared for Adley that we weren't able to process much until the past day or two. I just know that I know that I know, that she can see.  Matt and I were getting ready to go to sleep the other night and I just kept telling him, "I know she can see, I just know she can.  I know she doesn't follow their lights or watch me walk across a room 180 degrees, but she can see.  She's finally gazing into my eyes when she nurses and the way her face lights up when I peek over the side of her crib in the morning......she sees me.  I know she does."  And Matt said something to me that I'm so thankful for and that I had completely lost sight of, he said "You're her mom and you're going to know better than anyone else.  If you think she can see, she can see."  I fell in love with him all over again in that moment and I was empowered.  I know my child.  I am with her 24 hours a day and these assessments of her have been rather limited in the grand scheme of things.  This experience isn't just teaching me more about my faith being confidence in what I hope for and assurance about I do not see (Hebrews 11:1), but about me being the divinely appointed person of authority over her and what that means in regards to being her advocate in times like this. 

Dr. Hess said that when we thought she was looking at us or the mobile in her crib and smiling that she was probably just responding to sound. He stumped me on that one and I thought maybe he was right, so the past couple of days I've been doing my own "testing" with her and there isn't a doubt in my mind that she can see and track. It has to be an object of high contrast, like a black and white picture, I have to move it slowly and let her catch focus of it in front of her first, but she sees it, focuses and follows. I know she does. I'm not in denial that something could still be wrong, but a lot of the fears we left with on Tuesday have been lifted since I decided to trust myself and not just others.


In my heart I truly believe this is just a delay for her. I've researched and read over and over that if by 4 months of age they still cannot track or focus THEN further, more intense testing is ordered. Not at 10 weeks. Most babies make up for the lag within a couple of months and I know she isn't doing everything they want her to be doing but I'm a little frustrated that I don't feel like she was given a fair chance to just be a little delayed in eye development. I'm no doctor though and I do trust the ones we have for her, but now we are talking about the risks of sedation for the MRI which may not have been necessary had she been given more time. 

We are still waiting on their call to schedule the MRI and as of now, plan on going ahead with it since for some reason she doesn't seem to follow lights......yet. 

Here she is!