Sunday was another day spent in the ICU. Braxton went back to the operating room on Sunday morning. An ENT, Pulmonologist, and GI were in the operating room with him. The goal was to fully scope him from the nose, down to his intestines to see if they could locate the bleed. The ENT started. He did a little biopsy on his nose, but found no active bleeding. His throat looked good and the "tear" in his esophagus that had been seen on two x-rays by two ERs was miraculously gone. The Pulmonologist was next. He noted that Braxton's vocal cords were severely bruised. He then went into his lungs and sucked out all of the blood. There were no tears or lesions in his lungs. The GI then went in and scoped his belly. Although several ulcers were found, none of them were bleeding ulcers. Long story short - they couldn't tell us where all of the blood came from. The guess was still that it was a rough intubation or extubation after his torsion surgery.
They brought him back to his ICU room to recover. He was able to eat for the first time since Thursday. He chose a chicken caeser salad and a shake. He ate it up. He was awake and coherent for about an hour! It was so great to see him sitting up and eating. He even texted a little bit. Then he was worn out so he went back to sleep.
Because of the sick kiddos in the ICU, the doctors were concerned that Braxton would catch something and be unable to fight it off. For that reason, they moved us to a private room on the third floor. That was great news for both of us! I would finally have a bed and he would finally have more quiet. Grandma came and sat in the rocking chair with him all night so that I could sleep next to him and not worry. I felt like we were finally on the right track. Braxton's best friend, Blake, also came to see him Sunday night. Blake's family had been on vacation in St. George. Blake was beside himself knowing that Brax was in the hospital. So, the whole family packed up and came home so that Blake could come to the hospital. It was so good to see them see each other.
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Monday, February 22, 2016
Day Two - Braxton's Trial and Triumph
I went in to check on Braxton at 8 am and found him completely gray. He was mouthing to me that he couldn't hear. I immediately called a PA in our ward. He told me to call the doctor. I called the after-hours number I was given and was told to "have him drink two Gatorades in two hours." Jackson ran to the store and got purple and blue Gatorade. I checked Braxton's blood pressure. It was 82/50. As soon as Jackson got home, he gave him some Gatorade. Braxton promptly threw that up and a lot of blood. We called the doctor back and was told to take him to the "clinic." We opted for the Roy Campus ER instead.
As soon as we got there, every employee there rushed in because of Braxton's coloring and lack of coherence. They put leads and O2 monitors on him and could not detect an oxygen saturation. They put him on a canula with full oxygen and he started satting at 75. It is unknown how long Braxton went without sufficient oxygen. They initially thought he had had too much pain medication. The nurse in recovery told us to give him one Percocet every two hours. They did a chest x-ray, though, and determined that there was blood in his lungs. We were then taken by ambulance to Primary Children's Hospital.
We arrived to Primary Children's. Braxton was sick, but I don't think I was comprehending how sick he was. I was told that he had a tear in his espophagus and that his lungs were full of blood. He was taken to the ICU.
I do not wish the ICU on any parent. What a chaotic, terrifying time that was to see 12-15 physicians surrounding my helpless boy, trying to stabilize him. Once there, though, I knew that he was in a safe place, where they could monitor him properly. He had a huge drop in his blood count over that 24 hours. He was on IVs, medication, and full oxygen with a mask rather than the canula. He was in good care. I was overwhelmed and exhausted, but so thankful that we were surrounded by loving family and friends. He began to rest a bit more comfortable once he was on strong pain meds and full oxygen. The machines were able to breathe for him so that he could just rest.
Of course, I stayed with him. I never, ever leave my babies when they are in the hospital. I didn't leave his side. We were blessed with wonderful nurses and doctors in the ICU during this time.
As soon as we got there, every employee there rushed in because of Braxton's coloring and lack of coherence. They put leads and O2 monitors on him and could not detect an oxygen saturation. They put him on a canula with full oxygen and he started satting at 75. It is unknown how long Braxton went without sufficient oxygen. They initially thought he had had too much pain medication. The nurse in recovery told us to give him one Percocet every two hours. They did a chest x-ray, though, and determined that there was blood in his lungs. We were then taken by ambulance to Primary Children's Hospital.
We arrived to Primary Children's. Braxton was sick, but I don't think I was comprehending how sick he was. I was told that he had a tear in his espophagus and that his lungs were full of blood. He was taken to the ICU.
I do not wish the ICU on any parent. What a chaotic, terrifying time that was to see 12-15 physicians surrounding my helpless boy, trying to stabilize him. Once there, though, I knew that he was in a safe place, where they could monitor him properly. He had a huge drop in his blood count over that 24 hours. He was on IVs, medication, and full oxygen with a mask rather than the canula. He was in good care. I was overwhelmed and exhausted, but so thankful that we were surrounded by loving family and friends. He began to rest a bit more comfortable once he was on strong pain meds and full oxygen. The machines were able to breathe for him so that he could just rest.
Of course, I stayed with him. I never, ever leave my babies when they are in the hospital. I didn't leave his side. We were blessed with wonderful nurses and doctors in the ICU during this time.
Friday, February 19, 2016
Day One - Braxton's Trial and Triumph
One week ago today, my boys were at home with me. After a very emotionally difficult Thursday night I decided that my boys could stay home with me. That turned out to be a blessing. Braxton and I went together to Ogden City's DMV to get the little blue truck registered. We got home at about 11 am. At about 11:30, Braxton collapsed to the floor in the living room. He was clearly in an immense amount of pain. I asked him what was going on. He said that he felt like he had an infection again. (by this, he meant the epididimytis) I called the Urology office, with the thought that I would have them call in some antibiotics. Thankfully they didn't answer. I told him that we needed to go to the doctor. He kept telling me that he didn't want to. Finally, I told him we were going. We headed to the Roy Campus Davis Hospital ER. He was evaluated right away and given pain meds. They did an ultrasound and immediately knew that he had testicular torsion - an emergency. They called for an ambulance and they took he and I lights and siren to Davis Hospital. We were taken right back to the operating room, where I left him with lots of kisses to the operating staff.
The surgeon came out after the operation and told me that she had just witnessed a miracle. It is suspected that he was in torsion for 7 1/2 hours. It is said that 4 hours is the absolute limit to have a testicle be viable after torsion. She said that it was twisted 2 1/2 times (more than she had ever seen). It was black and dead when she opened it up. She untwisted it and then went to tack his left testicle. When she went back to the right testicle, it was pink and had blood supply. She decided to save it and tacked it. She said it was a miracle.
The really difficult part started after surgery.
The surgeon came out after the operation and told me that she had just witnessed a miracle. It is suspected that he was in torsion for 7 1/2 hours. It is said that 4 hours is the absolute limit to have a testicle be viable after torsion. She said that it was twisted 2 1/2 times (more than she had ever seen). It was black and dead when she opened it up. She untwisted it and then went to tack his left testicle. When she went back to the right testicle, it was pink and had blood supply. She decided to save it and tacked it. She said it was a miracle.
The really difficult part started after surgery.
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Muffins & Moms (or Nanas)
This morning, Colton's school had Moms and Muffins. He told me last night. I had a meeting this morning. I was scrambling to find a mom to go with him since his mom is a failure! Aunt Carrie had to work. Grandma Leanne had to work. Nana pulled through! She drove all the way up from Sandy so that Colton wasn't alone! I am so thankful that Colton was not alone at this activity!! We love our Nana!
Friday, February 5, 2016
Keep Going
Dear Self,
Things are really, really, really hard right now. Most every hour contains long minutes of prayer - either silent or out loud. Most night you are crying yourself to sleep. That means that most mornings you wake up with extremely swollen eyes. You are tired - mostly emotionally. You have learned to talk to Heavenly Father, not just pray, but really talk to him like He is in the car with you, sitting there with you. You are doing the right things. You are making the right choices right now. With that, you can have faith that the right things are going to happen even if they aren't the things you want to have happen. They will be the right things for you and your babies.
Do you realize how absolutely blessed you are with these babies? Oh, they are magnificent, royal creatures of our Heavenly Father. They love you with a love that is not known by everyone on Earth. They are stalwart, good young men with strong testimonies of the Gospel. They protect you and honor you as their mama. Oh, how blessed you are to have them.
Every night Miss Birdie posts the exact quote that you need at the very moment you need it. She has never left your side. Ever. How blessed you are with friends and family members who have carried you when you could no longer walk. But, Self, you ARE walking right now. You are getting up every morning and doing it again. You are strong and faithful and richly aware of your blessed surroundings. You are eating. You are sleeping as best as you can. You are trying. You are not giving in or giving up.
Self, keep going. Keep smiling. Keep laughing. Keep hoping. But, Self, don't go so long that you lose yourself again. Remember that Heavenly Father has a plan for you. As long as you are doing your best, He will always (and has always) make up the rest.
Love,
Yourself
Things are really, really, really hard right now. Most every hour contains long minutes of prayer - either silent or out loud. Most night you are crying yourself to sleep. That means that most mornings you wake up with extremely swollen eyes. You are tired - mostly emotionally. You have learned to talk to Heavenly Father, not just pray, but really talk to him like He is in the car with you, sitting there with you. You are doing the right things. You are making the right choices right now. With that, you can have faith that the right things are going to happen even if they aren't the things you want to have happen. They will be the right things for you and your babies.
Do you realize how absolutely blessed you are with these babies? Oh, they are magnificent, royal creatures of our Heavenly Father. They love you with a love that is not known by everyone on Earth. They are stalwart, good young men with strong testimonies of the Gospel. They protect you and honor you as their mama. Oh, how blessed you are to have them.
Every night Miss Birdie posts the exact quote that you need at the very moment you need it. She has never left your side. Ever. How blessed you are with friends and family members who have carried you when you could no longer walk. But, Self, you ARE walking right now. You are getting up every morning and doing it again. You are strong and faithful and richly aware of your blessed surroundings. You are eating. You are sleeping as best as you can. You are trying. You are not giving in or giving up.
Self, keep going. Keep smiling. Keep laughing. Keep hoping. But, Self, don't go so long that you lose yourself again. Remember that Heavenly Father has a plan for you. As long as you are doing your best, He will always (and has always) make up the rest.
Love,
Yourself
Monday, February 1, 2016
The Book
So, you know that whole "book" idea I had? Yeah, maybe not! Miss Birdie sent me a little book a couple of months ago. It is a book, quoting text messages between she and I back in August of 2010. You might remember that August of 2010 is when I got sent to rest for eight days, pretty much against my will. I ended up there because I sent Miss Birdie a text, to which she responded, and then it went on and on until she threatened to call her friends at the Sandy PD. When I received the book from her a couple of months ago, I glanced through it, then closed it.
Well, in order to begin writing the book I had to type out every word in that notebook. So, I opened it and began typing. It was an intense time for me - remembering just how sick I was and just how blessed I am to still be here with my babies. I cried at some points and laughed at others. Miss Birdie wasn't having any crap that day!! (and thank goodness for that) As I typed the last of it, I tore out the pages of the notebook that contained those text messages and threw them away. I don't need them anymore. That was the past and an important part of my past. But it isn't my current and it isn't my future. I don't need them anymore.
So, maybe just maybe that book I thought I needed to write was simply my reading, understanding, and then letting go of that day and that pain and that angst and that fatigue and that sadness and that frustration and that hopelessness. Because today is a new day. And, today I am well enough to know that I wear an invisible crown. So, I'll straighten it and hold my head high because I am here!
Well, in order to begin writing the book I had to type out every word in that notebook. So, I opened it and began typing. It was an intense time for me - remembering just how sick I was and just how blessed I am to still be here with my babies. I cried at some points and laughed at others. Miss Birdie wasn't having any crap that day!! (and thank goodness for that) As I typed the last of it, I tore out the pages of the notebook that contained those text messages and threw them away. I don't need them anymore. That was the past and an important part of my past. But it isn't my current and it isn't my future. I don't need them anymore.
So, maybe just maybe that book I thought I needed to write was simply my reading, understanding, and then letting go of that day and that pain and that angst and that fatigue and that sadness and that frustration and that hopelessness. Because today is a new day. And, today I am well enough to know that I wear an invisible crown. So, I'll straighten it and hold my head high because I am here!
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