3/4/09

Let the healing begin

This is me and Q at 5:30 am, bundling up for our trip to the hospital. Mostly, she was excited for an "adventure" at this point, and even at the hospital she was happy and calm - clearly she didn't have bad memories from last time, which is nice to see.

As some of you already know, we had some pretty serious complications after general anesthesia, and it was touch and go for a while in the recovery room. These were the longest hours of our lives, and I'm pretty sure I've never been so scared. Fortunately, the team at the hospital did a good job of stabilizing her and pulling her through.
The surgery itself went perfectly - the plastic surgeon was thrilled with the result, and QQ is doing much better after a long day and night in the hospital.
Q and daddy in the waiting room.

Some people have asked me in the past why I share things like this, and actually I have a very specific reason: To the uninitiated, it often seems like an insurmountable thing to adopt a child with medical needs. Naturally, it's frightening to contemplate the ramifications. No one wants to voluntarily undergo moments of terror like we did during this surgery, the fear of losing a child. But the fact is, these are not risks specific to children with congenital conditions. Children break bones, they get pneumonia, they choke on things, the risks are there for every one of us. This is just life.
I describe the process in detail in the hopes of demystifying it. What you see here is our life - the actual balance and heft of it. There is nothing I'm hiding, no dark secrets, no hidden dismay. The reason I describe both the good and the bad is because I want people to see that we live a very normal life. Our life doesn't center around Q's medical condition, nor does her condition define her. If anything it makes her a bit tougher, a bit more resilient in spirit. Children who go through things like this learn to take it in stride, and to focus on the best parts of life. They bounce back.

There are tasks that come with a medical condition, of course there are - extra checkups, a larger team of doctors, that sort of thing - but those quickly become routine. Like anything else in life, you adjust, you make room and time, you make it work. It's really a very ordinary process.

The biggest thing about our life with Q is the joy she brings, and that is the part we see every day. That is the thing that stands out. The rest of it just comes around every now and then, a chore, like doing your taxes or getting annual checkups.
As you can see, even in the prep room with both Q and daddy suited up for surgery (M got to carry her in and watch her go under this time) there's no hint of fear or alarm in her. They tell you that kids don't remember the bad parts, and they don't.
The surgery lasted about an hour and a half, including new ear tubes (one of her old ones had become blocked), inspection of the healed palate, and the full closure of the lip. When the plastic surgeon came out, she was radiant and delighted. The surgery, she told us, had gone perfectly. She was thrilled with the results. She also told us that the palate appeared to have healed beautifully and that no further work was necessary at this time either on the hard or soft palate. This was what we had hoped to hear - the best case scenario.

After that, however, the anesthesiologist came out, and I could tell as soon as she started talking that something had gone wrong.
M and I caught a pretty nasty upper-respiratory flu of some sort while we were in San Francisco, and it was a tough one to kick. It was so hard on us that I was pretty certain they'd have to reschedule Q's surgery. It seemed hard to imagine that she had spent days in a small hotel room with two people as sick as we were, and not catch anything.
Time passed, however, and she appeared healthy. I was nervous because I knew that a respiratory tract infection poses danger during general anesthesia. We were careful to tell the surgeon at our pre-op appointment about our illness. But Q had no signs of cough and her lungs sounded clear, she had no fever and all seemed well. Both the ENT and the plastic surgeon gave us the go-ahead to proceed with the scheduled surgery.

It was only after they removed the breathing tube post-surgery, we were told, that they discovered some congestion had been present deep in the lungs. It was very slight - her illness was mild, but even that was enough, in a child this small, to cause her airways to close up with anesthesia.
The anesthesiologist told us that they'd stabilized her, and that she was in the recovery room doing fine.
The first minutes in the recovery room.
As it turned out, however, her issues were not so easily resolved. The narcotics in her system exacerbated her breathing issues. She was taking juice from me just moments after surgery, but after several swallowed she suddenly gave a kind of hoarse ghasp and her eyes glazed over. Then I could see her heaving for air, and within moments her lips started turning blue.
We were immediately shuttled back out of the room while the medical team converged on her. There is no possible way to describe the bottomless fear of a moment like this, so I won't try. It was the worst moment of my life.
I have M's mom to thank for having the presence of mind to document this process with my camera. This is the shot she took of the lonely hallway down which we stared, petrified, for what felt like hours as they worked on stabilizing her again.
Back in the recovery room. The team had given her drugs that would reverse the narcotics in her system so that her natural functions could take over again. But the narcotics can't be reversed too quickly, and while we were back in the RR, she stopped breathing a third time. As we waited in the outer foyer this time, I have to admit I really thought we were losing her.
Back in the recovery room and this time no seizing...but by this time I was too gunshy to hold her again. I can't tell you the horror of feeling your only child seize up and go bloodless in your arms. I had to step away and let M do it this time. Fortunately, her airways did not seize again.
Neither, however, did she wake up. After a length of time, I could see M getting worried that maybe she had gone into some sort of coma. The doctor came in and looked at her pupils, and then nurse did a reflex test on the bottom of her foot - at which point her foot gave a good, healthy, annoyed kick - that was when I knew she was OK. It did take her a while to regain consciousness, but the doctor explained that the narcotics were still in her system, and that since the surgery itself was not a terribly painful one, the narcotics just knocked her out. Her little body had some recovering to do as well, after all that trauma.
It took a while for her breathing to return to normal and it was terribly difficult to watch her little torso heaving so unnaturally. But you could see when it ended, and it ended quite suddenly.
Her body relaxed, her eyes popped open, and she looked around at us alertly. You could see her craning to see people walking downt he hall, looking around the room for things she might want to touch. She even gave a chuckle and a little dance-jiggle when she saw the Pooh Bear decals on the glass wall. You can see the difference in her face in this photo.
There's the alertness back again as we load up for the trip to our overnight room in the pediatrics ward.
Reaching for Daddy's hand.
Rolling into our room. The tube I'm holding is her free-flowing oxygen, which helped to increase the oxygen saturation in her cells while her airways and body recovered.
Visiting with grandparents in the room. Once she recovered from the narcotics, you could see how much easier the actual surgery was on her system than the first one. With no cartilege involved, she was in very little pain, alert, chipper and active.
It was still a long and mostly sleepless night - the trauma had left her whole system oversensitive and she was having allergic reactions to the adhesive used to stick on her monitors, and particularly to the tape which had covered her eyes during surgery. This left her patchy, red, and extremely itchy. She also hates to have her hands and feet confined, so the IV in her hand and the oxygen monitor on her foot were a source of unending fury for her.
Still, the difference was marked from October's rough recovery. She was even exceptionally affectionate this time, giving out kisses, flirting, hugging, and trying to giggle even through her tape and stitches. Late in the night, as the three of us piled into the narrow hospital bed, she got particularly schmoopy and started getting M and I to give eachother kisses by turning our faces forcibly toward one another with her hands. This made her smile and chuckle every time. As she was sinking into a blessed (if brief) latenight nap, she grabbed my hand and M's and linked them over her back before falling asleep. Can you even believe that? The way her mind works never ceases to amaze me.
This morning, as we packed our belongings to go home. A whole new QQ. She was beyond delighted to be freed from her tethers of monitor cords and IV tubes, and toddled manically around the room collecting all the toys she'd been loaned.


Here she even backed up against the changing table to "pose" for me. And what's that in her right hand? Yup, a box of Cheerios. Munchkin decided to use this particularly traumatic occasion to start eating cheerios by the handful, as well as applesauce from a spoon - stitches be damned. I can see that progress will happen by leaps and bounds once she's healed. And you could already hear her making new sounds whith her mouth (her "mama" changed and became much more crisp and round-sounding overnight, and she was making little "Puh" puffs with her new lips, which is thrilling!), so I am excited to hear how her language progresses over the next weeks.
QQ's lip does in fact look seamless -as much of it as one can see around the bandages and glue. I can't wait to see what it looks like once healed and uncovered. What you see in her nose are plastic tubes that hold the nostrils in a widened position. These will stay in for a week (we hope) or as long as we can get her to keep them in. The idea is that a bit of scar tissue will form around the tube and bolster the cartilege where her nose is naturally flatter on the cleft side.
It did our hearts good to see how happy she was to find herself back at home. She actually crowed outloud when we pulled up to the curb, and wanted to parade up and down the sidewalk in the unseasonably warm sun for a while before going inside for her long-delayed lunch.
We gave her an episode of her beloved Yo GabbaGabba, and then put her down for her nap, where she was palpably radiant with joy to be back among her own things. So happy was she, in fact, that she didn't even complain when we put on the hated arm braces that she railed so bitterly against after the last surgery.

32 comments:

Sophie said...

so good to hear she's ok, best wishes for speedy recovery

Carrie said...

I am so glad she is ok,I can really even say much more!

kerri said...

I'm so sory QQ and you had to go through such a terrible scare, it was so hard to read and imagine what you must of been going through.
I am so glad to hear QQ is fine and on the road to recovery. Hugs..

Deirdre said...

Oh, Maia, I just can't imagine the fear, the trauma. I'm so, so glad it all worked out and you're home and healing. But the preciousness of life … sometimes it's just too much to even think about.

Please let us know if we can help with anything at all.

Maia said...

Wow. That is truly terrifying. I'm so glad it turned out okay in the end. Hugs to all of you!

Cindy said...

Hugs to QQ.
Sorry it was so scary, but what a blessing to have it all behind you now w/ beautiful recovery at home!

Stefanie said...

Oh my. What a horrible experience that must have been for you. We had something similar happen after Isabelle's open heart surgery, they almost had to intubate her again... it was awful.
What a blessing that your girl is not only okay, but WONDERFUL!! And she is, as always, stunning.
And I love the story of the hands folded over her back as she fell asleep! What a testament to her love for and attachment to you both :)

Julie said...

Wow - you can already see the change in her lip! Amazing. So sorry you guys had to go thru those scary moments. After working at Children's Hospital for four years, I agree with the part about these kids bouncing back and being incredibly resilient. I often thought the children I met at TCH seemed much more "together" and mature than their adult counterparts! We could all learn a lesson from them. :)

Vivian M said...

Oh Maia, I was holding my breath and crying as I read your post, and am so relieved that it all ended well!
I am sendign you all huge hugs and hope QQ's recovery is quick and the sounds keep coming.
((((((HUGS)))))))

Mom to Willow and Two Dogs said...

So scary. I am so glad that QQ is home now (and I understand more fully how careful they need to be with congestion before surgery). So scary; I am so sorry you and your husband had to go through this.

Tami said...

So glad she's OK. That was overwhelming to read; I can't even imagine what you two went through. So, so glad she's doing well.

Margaret M said...

I had no idea. I thought about you all day the day of the surgery. I am so glad that she is fine but I am sure it is an exerience you will never forget. That is my biggest fear as we are about to schedule Graeme's next surgery. So glad you are home!

Virginia and Doug said...

Maia, I was scared to death just reading about it, I can only imagine the fright it gave you. She is so resilient and tough that one. I'd say her parents are, too. I'm so happy and relieved that everything turned out ok. Gonna go have some tea and calm down now.

Gin

Ty's Parents said...

What an emotional day...I cannot imagine the feelings involved. I am SOOO happy to hear QQ is doing better and everyone is pleased with the results! May your days ahead be delightful! I value your honesty.

Mamacita said...

I am so upset and I can't even read through this...maybe in a few days. I'm so sorry you had to suffer this. The stress and fear must have been so horrible....

John and I can barely talk about this....I experienced Lina being comatose once and I could not cope....I was asked to leave the room....

I'm so so happy that this wonderful little girl is safe and well and on the good road to recovery. You are all in our hearts tonight!

Jan said...

Maia,
I am honoured and proud of your ability to share these very personal and scary moments. It takes a great strength of character to be able to do this. You had my heart in my throat! I can't even imagine the feelings you and M have been going though. Thanks for sharing. So glad that QQ is doing so well! Ever beautiful QQ!! Happy recovery!! Love and Hugs,
Jan, John & Jillian Rose

Jan said...

Maia, Me again, I was so touch by your post that I had to go back and read it again just to absorb everything! This child is absolutely amazing - from grabbing your hands to put around her, to the cherios and the new sounds (Her "crisp" Mama) just grabs my heart!! So glad she's home!!
Jan

Yoli said...

Maia, I am glad you are home with her. Put it behind you. You have a very strong little girl. Amazing how she was up and about her business so quickly. I can see the difference already, looks like a wonderful job. Try to get some rest.

A Beautiful Mess said...

Good Lord Maia!

I am so glad to hear that miss flynn is doing much better. Did you inform her that she is not to scare mommy and daddy like that eve AGAIN!

Joan said...

How scarey for you all. I am so glad that everything turned out and that you are all home and happy. Thank God everyone is fine now.

Lost and Found said...

So glad she is home, safe back in her own bed. I can't imagine how traumatic it is to see your child in such a crises but glad the worst is behind you. She looks back to her usual happy self which is good. Can't wait to see her beautiful smile sans tape.

a Tonggu Momma said...

Stefanie sent me here and I am so very glad she did. What a powerful post. I am so glad your little one is doing well now.

Mom-of-Bean said...

Thank you for sharing...I'm in tears and so relieved you are all alive

Snowflowers Mum said...

scarey stuff. I'm glad you are all back on track and healing.

Fliss and Mike Adventures said...

It has been a while since dropping by... I have been busy 'nesting' so people have been telling me, getting things like health insurance, time off etc for when it is our turn to head off to China (LID April 5th and they are up to March 6th - just don't want to going crazy when the time nears)...

Glad to see little Miss Flynn is doing SO much better... that little girl is quiet the trooper...
Hugs to you all...

Anonymous said...

I thank God for QQ's life. I wept through your story and I don't even know you (I just found you through your pictures and we also have a dear SN babe).
Blessings and peace on QQ's continued recovery. She was and is beautiful!

tracy said...

what a trooper and what an ordeal. so glad it's over for you all. her strength amazes me.

Cavatica said...

Just catching up here, late again. OMG, how terrifying! I can't even imagine. So glad everything is okay now. She looks radient!

Stacie said...

that kid is made of all the best there is. so glad to hear all ended well.... how horribly terrifying.

3D said...

Thank u for sharing this. The part where she took your hands had me in tears. She is an amazing little girl.

Keep smilin!

Heather said...

It scared the crap out of me just reading about this! I'm so glad Q is home and doing well. That is indeed every parent's nightmere.

BTW- Yo Gabba Gabba scares the bejesus out of my kinds!

Heather said...

I meant "kids," not "kinds."