Post by bdazzld on Jul 13, 2015 21:23:29 GMT -5
New to this board! I was BDazzld on TB and chose to keep it here. I took a huge break from PB to deal with having a baby with special needs and was basically mobile only for anything for the last 3 1/2 months. He was diagnosed with Emanuel Syndrome while in the NICU on March 4th. 7 days after he was born.
I've never posted my birth story because I was shattered. I may as well post it as my introduction. I became a different person when my LO entered my life and I'm still discovering who I am.
We were scheduled for a C-Section on 02.25 due to my hip replacements and were all ready for our baby girl. Clothes washed, nursery done. Name painting hung that we bought at Disneyland. Totally prepared.
At 37 weeks I was diagnosed with low amniotic fluid yet no one would commit to IUGR. Everyone felt is fine for me to deliver at 39 and 2.
My spinal block was too high and I could not breathe or turn my head or lift my arms. All I could see was a blue wall in front of me and hear my doctors. I couldn't look to my DH for comfort or to see how he felt about what was happening. I at one point thought it'd be simpler to stop breathing than to fight the paralysis to lift my chest to bring in the oxygen from the mask.
While I was eagerly awaiting my husband to bring me my little girl I overheard the doctor's say, Please note infant presents with ambiguous genitalia, then the regular baby notes. Good color good APGAR I could hear the baby cry. Then I can hear my husband being confused while he follows the doctors around to the warmer clips the cord etc. They handed me my baby and could not tell me if I had a boy or a girl. But I was just so grateful the baby was alive and I could finally see my LO. Love at first sight but I knew something was wrong. My baby was beautiful, 20" and 6lbs 4oz.
They wouldn't tell us anything other than babies with AG often have conditions with blood sugar metabolic issues and they were afraid the baby might crash and would take them over to the NICU once we were out of recovery, also to make sure his anus was working correctly and some other structural things.
That night they told my husband the baby would need to stay longer but not why, the baby could poop and pee. Systems were working blood sugar was good.
Later on that day we found out the baby was having issues coordinating sucking swallowing and breathing. That they were low tone and they were concerned. They did an ultrasound and believed they found testes, found no sign of ovaries but wanted a test done to determine chromosomally what the sex was.
Turned out they also wanted to run a chromosomal abnormality test. They didn't tell us this. We had no idea they suspected a potential trisomy or damaged chromosome.
Two days before I found out LD had ES I found out he was chromosomally a boy, and I could finally name my baby.
He presented with ambiguous genitalia and a pit by his ear with a recessed chin and mild thickening on his neck and low tone in his neck and arms. I had a baby boy with a translocation of 11 and 22. Totally worlds away from what they thought they knew from my 9 ultrasounds. I was high risk due to a blood clot years ago. My pregnancy was monitored so closely yet no one knew.
My world became learning how to feed my baby so that he wouldn't aspirate. I spent about 16 hours a day at the NICU, pumping at home and at the hospital so I could feed my baby my milk. He was too weak and had a severe tongue tie which wouldn't allow him to latch. My dreams of breastfeeding died.
I then had to spend a 12 hour shift proving I could take care of my son before they'd let me bring him home.
I'm still coming to grips with it all and each day that brings new tears and new fears but it also brings great pride as my son makes tremendous strides.
We've had two hernia repairs, his tongue and lip ties repaired (he can stick his tongue out and smile!) he wears glasses to correct his mono vision and also wears bilateral hearing aids to help give him some access to sound. He is profoundly deaf in his left and severe/profound in his right ear.
We have a cadre of early start therapists and doctor's working with him and average 5 appointments a week.
He laughs and smiles, has favorite toys and babbles at his Panda. He's learning to lift his head and started teething at 4 months. He's my miracle baby and while I couldn't love him more every day it feels like my heart finds a new way to break for him. It's less now but the first few months where I was drowning in referrals and begging doctor's to do their jobs, I wasn't sure I'd make it.
But we find the strength for our kids don't we?
Thank you for reading this. I look forward to interacting with you all.
Edited to add a link to some ES info: www.emanuelsyndrome.org/ and a study I found to be very helpful regarding health problems and what is "Average" for these kids. www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2733334/
I've never posted my birth story because I was shattered. I may as well post it as my introduction. I became a different person when my LO entered my life and I'm still discovering who I am.
We were scheduled for a C-Section on 02.25 due to my hip replacements and were all ready for our baby girl. Clothes washed, nursery done. Name painting hung that we bought at Disneyland. Totally prepared.
At 37 weeks I was diagnosed with low amniotic fluid yet no one would commit to IUGR. Everyone felt is fine for me to deliver at 39 and 2.
My spinal block was too high and I could not breathe or turn my head or lift my arms. All I could see was a blue wall in front of me and hear my doctors. I couldn't look to my DH for comfort or to see how he felt about what was happening. I at one point thought it'd be simpler to stop breathing than to fight the paralysis to lift my chest to bring in the oxygen from the mask.
While I was eagerly awaiting my husband to bring me my little girl I overheard the doctor's say, Please note infant presents with ambiguous genitalia, then the regular baby notes. Good color good APGAR I could hear the baby cry. Then I can hear my husband being confused while he follows the doctors around to the warmer clips the cord etc. They handed me my baby and could not tell me if I had a boy or a girl. But I was just so grateful the baby was alive and I could finally see my LO. Love at first sight but I knew something was wrong. My baby was beautiful, 20" and 6lbs 4oz.
They wouldn't tell us anything other than babies with AG often have conditions with blood sugar metabolic issues and they were afraid the baby might crash and would take them over to the NICU once we were out of recovery, also to make sure his anus was working correctly and some other structural things.
That night they told my husband the baby would need to stay longer but not why, the baby could poop and pee. Systems were working blood sugar was good.
Later on that day we found out the baby was having issues coordinating sucking swallowing and breathing. That they were low tone and they were concerned. They did an ultrasound and believed they found testes, found no sign of ovaries but wanted a test done to determine chromosomally what the sex was.
Turned out they also wanted to run a chromosomal abnormality test. They didn't tell us this. We had no idea they suspected a potential trisomy or damaged chromosome.
Two days before I found out LD had ES I found out he was chromosomally a boy, and I could finally name my baby.
He presented with ambiguous genitalia and a pit by his ear with a recessed chin and mild thickening on his neck and low tone in his neck and arms. I had a baby boy with a translocation of 11 and 22. Totally worlds away from what they thought they knew from my 9 ultrasounds. I was high risk due to a blood clot years ago. My pregnancy was monitored so closely yet no one knew.
My world became learning how to feed my baby so that he wouldn't aspirate. I spent about 16 hours a day at the NICU, pumping at home and at the hospital so I could feed my baby my milk. He was too weak and had a severe tongue tie which wouldn't allow him to latch. My dreams of breastfeeding died.
I then had to spend a 12 hour shift proving I could take care of my son before they'd let me bring him home.
I'm still coming to grips with it all and each day that brings new tears and new fears but it also brings great pride as my son makes tremendous strides.
We've had two hernia repairs, his tongue and lip ties repaired (he can stick his tongue out and smile!) he wears glasses to correct his mono vision and also wears bilateral hearing aids to help give him some access to sound. He is profoundly deaf in his left and severe/profound in his right ear.
We have a cadre of early start therapists and doctor's working with him and average 5 appointments a week.
He laughs and smiles, has favorite toys and babbles at his Panda. He's learning to lift his head and started teething at 4 months. He's my miracle baby and while I couldn't love him more every day it feels like my heart finds a new way to break for him. It's less now but the first few months where I was drowning in referrals and begging doctor's to do their jobs, I wasn't sure I'd make it.
But we find the strength for our kids don't we?
Thank you for reading this. I look forward to interacting with you all.
Edited to add a link to some ES info: www.emanuelsyndrome.org/ and a study I found to be very helpful regarding health problems and what is "Average" for these kids. www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2733334/