Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Shari
Also I had a baby when I was 18 years old, a little girl.(I know what your thinking Rob, "wow she started young"!) Its okay its the truth. Anyway I had no idea how to be a mom, and everything was very new to me. My daughter spiked a high fever and we ended up in Primary Childrens as well. The worst thing was all the tests they had to perform on her being 1 1/2 months old. The spinal tap was the worst. We finally found out that she had what is called Renal Reflux (where her urine doesnt drain out all the way and it comes back up to her kidneys, causeing urinary tract infection), she also had a blood infection in which we stayed for about a week on IV medications (which is nothing compared to your stay, you have us beat). She did have to take medications by mouth for a year, but the problem did fix itself. Thank God.
Okay and here is another story for you (yeah, I am not done yet! ha ha ha) My husbands goddaughter was diagnosed with Leukemia (ALL) a couple of years ago, which she stayed for about a year in the hospital due to treatments, complications ect. She is doing great now, has been clear for about a year with no signs of it coming back. She does have to be tested every couple of months, but hey you do what you got to do even if it means having your kids get poked by a needle every couple of months.
I also have a stepsister that works at Primary Childrens (AMY) she was one of charlies nurses & two other friends that work there. I love that place.
Okay so this is the end (Thank God huh!). I just wanted to say that your family is awesome, and I wish the best for you all. Believe in miracles because they do happen.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Riann Taylor
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Sucks and Smiles
Good Dream/Tender Moments
Last week Rob and I were cleaning the house at 11:30 at night (We both do better at night than in the morning). Charlie was in a deep sleep on the couch with his heavy exhaling snore. As I came over to check on him I saw a twitching smile. It reminded me of a newborn when they are in a deep sleep and they smile due to gas bubbles or dreaming or just because they need to exercise their mouth. Whatever was causing it, the corners of his lips turned up and then returned almost immediately to a relaxed stone face. This happened 3 times for a split second each and then I ran out to the garage yelling "Rob come quick, Charlie’s smiling". He sat down on the couch and saw 2 more split second smiles and then Charlie was done. Probably off dreaming of something else. I love knowing he still can smile even if it isn’t in response to anything
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Emily in PA
I've been reading Charlie's blog for a while now...some friends of mine had a link to it on their blog, and I was immediately drawn in. You guys have been a huge inspiration to me, especially as I've faced physical challenges with my little boy. Our son (our first baby) was born last April with a congenital defect in his right eye that left it sightless and malformed to such an extent that doctors thought it best to remove it last August. He has a prosthetic eye and is otherwise a healthy, happy boy, but the process of acceptance and understanding has been such a rollercoaster for me. And although I was only 2 at the time, my older brother passed away after contracting meningitis when he was 4. That has been a trial some members of my family have never been able to quite get over. You are so blessed that Charlie was able to fight through it, even though it brought a different set of trials into your life.I know that physical and mental ailments come in all shapes, sizes, and levels of severity, but that doesn't lessen the impact these ailments have on family members who are trying to cope. And I think your family has done an unbelievable job of coping and being obvious supports for those around you. I'm sure you have been bouyed up through prayer and support from others, and my husband and I have also experienced the blessings that come when others pray and fast on your behalf. I just wanted to say how much I admire your strength and your determination to move on in life, because, really, what else can you do? You've been such an example to me and helped me come to terms with the fact that everyone has their own trials and Heavenly Father has a plan for each of us--our children are His children and He knows what will be best for them, even if it sometimes causes us some pain or heartache as parents. And we are His children and He knows what's best for us, even if we hope and pray the outcome might be different. Our little boys are so precious to Heavenly Father that He knew they could handle whatever this life threw at them, and so could we.
Your family is in my prayers constantly and although I'm sure there's a "creepy" factor to getting random emails like this, I hope you know your family is an incredible example to those of us who hear of Charlie's story through the grapevine!
Sincerely,
emily (in Philadelphia, PA)
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Angie Nadauld
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Marilee Christian
This first offering is from Charlie’s Aunt Marilee who lives in lives in “The Volunteer State” and was up here this summer and had a chance to see Charlie for the first time live. She has been a frequent commentor on the blog and I always appreciate her wit and humor. Marilee is no stranger to the angst of full-time care as a few years back her husband David suffered a stroke and she has since served the mission of a selfless caregiver. Thanks for the submission.
My Charlie Story
To quote Rob “We’d love to hear how Charlie has influenced you, whether big, small or not at all.” You asked for it—you got it.
I first heard of Charlie’s illness and blog through an email from Susie. What a terrible thing for Charlie, a child I had never met or held or seen. But my heart was also broken for the people I did know: my precious nephew and his wife and his grandma, my sister, who has always put her family above all else. Day after day—no, hour after hour, I checked the blog for some word that Charlie would be okay. Alas, that was not to be. But then something else happened. I found my family again.
By following the progress, the ups and downs, the gains and losses I gained what I had thought I had lost; an everyday connection with my sisters, brothers, cousins, nieces and nephews. Is that selfish? There lies a sick child, a gift from heavenly father, suffering and struggling and I’m glad that there is a blog to give me a way to connect with the sorrow and pain of my family.
And, whoa, there were pictures. There, standing by Charlie, was my family. My sisters and brothers, children I remembered as babies--grown, and some, like Charlie, I saw for the first time.
Then, as word of the blog spread, there came many more. These were people who were inspired to comment and share their thoughts, as well as prayers, for a child they did not know. But for one reason or another, they could empathize with Charlie and his family’s plight. As I read their stories, along with Charlie’s, I was amazed at the faith and resilience of the human experience. Now, I had always understood that in theory, but there it was, in the comments of families of other children who had suffered in illness or accident.
I have not always been strong and I didn’t expect to spend my golden years as a caregiver, but reading the excellent adventures of Charlie and his family have given me the great blessing of –hey, my life ain’t so bad!
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Just a Couple of Thoughts...
We’ll see how this goes, it’ll only be as good as you make it or it might go off like a nun’s knickers but hey I’ve been full of bad ideas all my life so no biggie.
For the uninformed Jared is Charlie’s uncle and my little brother. He’s a good kid and it’s high time you get to know him better. It seems like in the not to distant past I was still duct taping him to his bed post while he was clad in nothing but his skivies but as with all things, especially things like Charlie’s aunt Susan, he grew up or in Susan’s case, grew way up. Happy 80th sis I’ve got fresh tennis balls for your walker. Many of you probably know who Jared is, but few really know him. You see, he doesn’t say much and he likes it that way. (I know what you’re all thinking, "Rob has a sibling that doesn’t suffer from oral diarrhea?" Shut up!) He takes after our Granddad, Papa, who also is a man of few, and or no words but both are men who live by the creed that one ounce of action beat a ton of words. Neither of these fellers would probably ever tell you that they like you let alone use the word love, (unless your Katie, the only person Papa has ever openly admitted to liking.) and to illustrate my point I’ll share w/ you all the nicest things that these two have ever said to me. 1. Papa; while shingling my mothers roof, Papa upon suffering residuals of my faulty elimination stared me right in the eye and affectionately offered, "How can that much stink come from one man?" 2. Jared; after I had just been ushered into his ambulance as consequence of an ill fated skiing trip that ended in assistance from Davis County Search and Rescue and a helicopter extraction he uttered, "10 million sperm and you were the fastest?" In a round about way this brings me to my point. Jared really likes Charlie. He’s never said, but this is how we know. When Charlie first entered the Hospital we were in the final stages of finishing our house and I was scraping a leg worrying about deadlines, cabinets, flooring, etc… and he came to me in the PICU and simply said "You’re where you need to be, I’ll take care of it." He did. I didn’t worry about the house once while Charlie was in the hospital. Jared had to step way out of his comfort zone to fulfill his promise, he had to call people on the phone, talk to folks and coordinate the efforts of our little extreme home makeover. All of which went off swimmingly because he was dead set on having the house done so that when Charlie got out of the hospital he could come home to a new house. He did. That would have been enough for most folks but not Jared. One evening about a month ago I came home after being out of town for a week and found my yard graded and trenches dug for sprinklers. The kid doesn’t quit.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Bear Lake Charlie
I’ve got heartburn w/ many of you out in blogland, this poll was the worst idea in the history of earth. About as bad as standing on an Aircraft Carrier in the middle of a war and saying "Mission accomplished!" It was intended to be a sure-fire implement to get my wife to post. Many of you shout from the heavens proclaiming your love for her posts, I thought that if left to the people it would be a done deal. Apparently not, 59% of you are idiots. Some have suggested (Whit) that this poll was a tool for me to glean praise, compliment and reassurance. I would have expected that you knew me better (Whit). For those of you that may not know me w/ the intimacy of my Senior Ball date rest assured that Rob’s ego needs no additional stroking as he is quite adept at personally bolstering his self-esteem and any additional complementation is icing on the cake. However, as a good sport I will concede and offer my best effort to give Charlie’s Bear Lake trip a voice.
**Disclaimer: Had you voted for Angel the following post would have been filled with all sorts of interesting details written with such exactness and piquancy that NASA engineers would be left blushing. Instead 59% of you have asked for tangent filled inane ramblings loaded with vast amounts of pretentious diction and manufactured verbiage only understood by the voices in my head.**
Charlie was, as Britton would say, "wicked stoked" to go on his first trip since he got sick. I know this because he told me. I wish. Actually one could deduce his excitement by his demeanor while enroute. He was the most pleasant little boy and did famously on the 2 ½ hour roadie up to Sweetwater. This was in large part to the engineering done by his mother to get the feed bag up and running in the truck. Once we got to the condo Char had a little snooze while the orchestra of unpacking started. You know what this post sucks already. I sound like a Missionary giving a mediocre travel log at his homecoming and if I keep it up you’ll feel obligated to come up afterwards, shake my hand, say welcome home and tell me what a great job I did on my talk then come to my house and eat my food. I don’t want that and I don’t think you do either.
Lets talk about highlights. Charlie went swimming and didn’t hate it. I did. I was more than a bit squeamish about letting him in the urine filled pitri dish of a kiddy pool, however his mother was not. She had confidence in the professional opinion of Charlie’s doctors that swimming pools were ok. So it was a little backstroke for Char while Britton showed me all the new tricks he has learned since he enrolled in swim lessons. He’s so advanced and he’ll be the first to tell you that he’s a level 2 swimmer (all you have to do is put your head under the water and blow bubbles to pass level 1). Another highlight of the trip that was amazing to me was how well our little man did with playing musical Charlie. All weekend he was cyclically passed from Mom to G-ma to Aunt to Cousin to Dad to random stranger to Uncle to Brother to Cousin and tolerated it way better than in the past. Sure he still gets over stimulated pretty easy but he’s improving. I think Charlie’s best Bear Lake experience was that he was able to enjoy the time-honored tradition of a nice long afternoon snooze down on the beach. When he woke up he and his mom played in the sand for a bit and I think it was well received. We debated on whether or not to take him for a boat ride but with the condition of his vestibular system still a question we opted not. The trip was a quick one, we usually go for a week and although we were only there for 2 days we still took the full weeks rations and put a pretty good dent in it, I think it was worth it. Angel may tell you a different story but only because she did 99.9% of the work in getting us there and making sure everyone had fun. I was busy putting the fear of the Almighty into nieces and nephews and braking Rod’s wakeboard tower. Thanks for a fun trip toots.
Now for all of Charlie’s blog peeps I hope that you will consider the marginality of this post when asked in the future whom you’d like to hear from.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Road Trip
Friday, June 27, 2008
Having a Ball
SO here’s what has happened at our house lately.
Charlie is now set up with 7 different therapists (3 through IHC Rehab, 2 from Early Intervention and 2 from the School of the Deaf and Blind). He also has 6 different doctors to follow up with right now. I think this will decrease as he continues to improve but I’m glad to have access to their cumulative knowledge in the early stages as to not miss anything. I want to get as many therapists as possible involved to give him the best shot at improvement. However, that leads to a busy life for him and me. A typical schedule is as follows
Typical Schedule for COOP
8:00-Meds, bath, dressed
8:30- Exercises with Aunt Dierdre
9:30- Stander/nap
10:30- get ready and drive to therapy
11:00- therapy
12:30- get back home and settled
1:00- Eating exercises-taste a little pudding
2:00- medicine, nap
3:00- Exercises with Aunt Dierdre
3:30- nap
4:30- therapy in house
5:30-eating exercises-chew on things
6:30-8- agitated, likes to be held until falls asleep
8:00- meds, put on ankle braces, good night Sweet Boy
I tried to increase his feeding rate from 55cc/hr to 60cc/hr and he threw up so we went back to 55. Then he continued to throw up throughout the day so I’m not sure if it was the increase or just some stomach upset/reflux. Maybe in a few days I will try again.
Wednesday I took him back to Primary Children’s for two more appointments. First was the Dr. Dries, the ophthalmologist. He spun black and white drum like this one
Things that have improved since we have been home:
Fewer medicines
Doesn’t need as much patting-mostly just in the evenings
Tolerates position changes and movement better-
His hands/fingers are more relaxed-not clenched constantly
Moving his head side to side on his own
Moving his arms at the shoulder on his own instead of only at the elbow
Eyes seem to be more active-still not focusing on anything and still dilated
Swallowing small amounts of pudding/food everyday
Only needs stomach venting occasionally
Tolerating his feedings through his g-tube better
Of course I would like to see quicker progress but I am learning patience.
Britts favorite way to watch TV and relax after soccer-holding Coop's hand
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Knock, Knock? Who's There?
Monday while sitting in the examination room of Charlie’s Pediatrician, Dr. Lam, I had the coolest Rob/Char experience since he began his new life. I was holding the little man in my lap having a conversation with him about how I couldn’t care less if Bronco is or isn’t recruiting players while on their missions, allegedly, and patting his rear trying to keep him in a good mood till Dr. Lam came in. For those of you who don’t see Charlie oft here’s a tich of background, when Charlie is in his normal zone he usually has his chin in his right shoulder and his eyes are glaring off to the upper right. Similar to the look you all gave your parents when they just told you that you couldn’t go to Lake Powell w/ the Chilton’s yet you knew you’d go anyway but you had to appear put out. Or if you can’t relate to that, perhaps the look you gave your mom when you got busted sneaking in at dawn after toilet papering a neighbors house for the 6th consecutive night knowing full well all apologies were in vain and you’d be out again the next eve to make it a full week of tomfoolery. And if you can’t relate to those examples or are still left wanting I can’t help you, just know that Char stare’s pointlessly to the upper right w/ one eye aggressively more so.
Enough of this unnecessary delineation, here is the point of this post. While I was looking at Charlie he looked back! Now this was a far different stare than many of you have witnessed where he might move his eyes in your direction for a second or two as you enter his visual field and then gaze off again. This look stuck and after about a half minute he tilted his head to the side just a touch similar to the way a dog does when your yelling at it and it thinks to itself, "Silly human, don’t you know I only speak dog?" It was like he was concentrating on me. I started smiling from ear to ear and then almost instantly he opened his mouth a little and the left corner turned up just a smidge all the while his eyes were focused and searching my whole face. This lasted only for a minute or two but I sucked in every second of it. Charlie was trying to smile at his old man and this was the first time since January 27th that I thought Charlie might still be in there. Know this, before Charlie got sick, smiles were not hard to solicit and I will happily blow air up my own skirt by saying that all he had to do was hear my voice and he’d immediately get a grin that would shame even the Cheshire Cat. Now some of you might be thinking to yourself, "Rob is just a desperate father grasping at straws." But, while I’m in the business of tooting one’s horn I’ll continue, it has been difficult on the highest levels imaginable to accept the reality of Charlie’s situation and with the help of a "swimsuit issue" hot wife, a Infectious Disease Doc who is honest almost to a fault and a Suidae loving Resident I feel as though we have come to grips with our boys woe rather famously. This event in the Dr.’s office was different. Granted it wasn’t a grin worthy of a glamour shot but it was a glimpse of consciousness. And wouldn’t it make sense that if Charlie’s dain bramage was significant enough that he no longer knows how hold up his own head or swallow saliva he’d also have to re-learn things as elementary as smiling? It was surreal but now more than ever I know Char is in there somewhere, and though he may come and go it gives me hope and if I remember right some crazy physicist who figured out what E equaled said, "learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow." That’s what I’m trying to do as Charlie’s dad. Hunter’s mom and dad, Emily and Bryson made a comment about seeing progress in their little man, "Don't get discouraged. Sometimes Bry and I are the only ones who notice progress with Hunter." It’s a bit unnerving how true that is.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Dr. Visit Update
Tuesday we headed back to Primary Children's Hosptial. We had an appointment with Dr. Such Neibar at 10:00. I had given him Clonadine for the drive because he isn't comfortable being strapped in his carseat. I think it has something to do with the angle it sits him in or the straps pushing on his tube. Terry Such-Neibar was excited about the way things are going although she was disappointed she wasn’t able to see him awake.
Highlights of the visit:
- Because he is calmer we have permission to adjust his medication times to fit our schedules and start decreasing meds according to his tolerance (although we are not supposed to take him off of seizure meds or reflux meds yet). Instructions to wean off of Tranxene first and then move on to Neurontin and report back in August. Laxatives and suppositories can be given just as needed instead of daily.
- We should follow up with the Neurologist in 6-12 months to see about coming off Phenobarbital and Keppra if he doesn’t have any more seizures and check in with Dr. Brockmeyer in the next 3 months to check out his shunt.
- His ankles appear a little too stiff for Terry's liking so she wants us to wear the ankle braces more often. And he head is favoring the right side again so more neck stretches.
- Now he is 1 year he should be doing standing exercises to increase the bone density and keep the hips in joint since a normal one year old should be standing. Standing also helps with digestion. She wants us to start by holding him in a standing position for a few minutes and slowly work up to one hour a day. One of the therapists will see about letting us borrow a stander like he used in the hospital. She also ordered a hip x-ray as a baseline so we can compare his hip joints and density later on.
Most of my questions revolved around feeding which was deferred to Dr. Jackson who we met with at 2:30.
Dr. Jackson appointment:
Luckily, Charlie had received his Tranxene and Neurontin at 2:00 so he was pretty sleepy during the appointment. The nurse put a numbing cream around the g-tube and let it sit for 20-30 min and we also gave him Ativan. Dr. Jackson came in and explained the procedure and said it is pretty uncomfortable but is really brief so they don’t feel like it is necessary to do anesthesia. The old tube was cut and the yanked out of his stomach. It was NOT gentle in the least. Sort of like tearing off a bandaid with one big yank. Surprisingly Coop didn’t cry at all but it did wake him out of his deep sleep. Dr. Jackson was an hour late for surgery by this time so I didn’t get a chance to ask everything but I did tell him that I think Charlie was still having reflux issues despite being on Prevacid. When we discussed the dose he said it was far too low for his weight and tripled his current dose to start out with. He said our regular Pediatrician could follow up with the other issues such as consolidating Charlie’s feedings, testing for stomach acid, monitoring weight fluctuations, etc. So unless we have problems with the g-tube or it needs to be converted to a G-J tube then we won't ever see him again. The Mic-key button is low-profile so isn't as likely to pull it out. It is also easier to dress him without the bulky tube. Dr. Jackson said his hole looked really well healed and he didn't see any granulation tissue (excessive scar tissue). Yea!
Because Coop had done so well with his appointments we went to see all of his girlfriends and Dave at the neurotrauma unit. It was so fun to see everyone again and made me miss them even more. By this time the numbing cream was wearing off so Charlie is letting us know that his tummy hurts.
Update on Outpatient Therapies-
Monday, June 2, 2008
Quick Review of Week Ending 1 June, 2008.
For all concerned, Charlie has done famously the last few days and has had an uber busy week. We’ve had some great visits, a bit of therapy and finished off the week with a trip back to Primary Children’s where Charlie was able to help out the folks from KSL with the annual Children’s Network Telethon. He’s a Superstar! The telethon experience could be a solo post however my motivation is lacking so perhaps another time. But needless to say it’s not a simple task to be on TV getting interviewed live while the little man sitting on your lap begins to move his bowels with reckless disregard for present company and concurrently producing rectal wind so plangent and pungent one would be hard pressed to find even the most veteran of sewer rats capable of suffering the barrage of faulty elimination and keep composure until the cameras turn off. Rough.
This coming week should be another busy one; on Tuesday Charlie heads back up to Primary’s for his first follow-up visit with the doc’s. He’ll see Dr. Terry, the rehab doc and Dr. Jackson the GI doc. Dr. Jackson has plans to convert Charlie’s G-tube into a button, or “Mickey button”, and then the current hassle of wrestling tube extensions will be alleviated. Also, my dear sweet and super hot wife is studying and reading all that there is about different kinds of therapy that Charlie desperately needs and will soon be formulating a strategy to help us help him the very most. Popular belief is that damaged brains show the greatest improvement in the first year post injury and Charlie is already at 4 months so if I know my wife, who is totally hot by the way, this house will be turned into a therapy boot camp before you know it.
Right now the day-to-day stuff for Charlie is getting more regular. He’s sleeping better at night and he gets uncooperative about the same time everyday. Charlie used to get Clonadine (Rx that calms him down really good) every four hours and now he gets it maybe once or twice a day. He also got quite a bit of Ativan while in the hospital to mellow his ill temperament and we’ve only had to administer it a handful of times since coming home. So there are some good things, some Charlie steps, and we’re hopeful they’ll continue. Thanks again to all of you for caring and praying for my little hero, all Angel and I ask is that you don’t stop.
