Waiting one more day

This morning the doctors decided to give Oliver one more day to get "tuned up" all the way before trying to take out his ventilator.  He's been doing great on his "sprints" still, and whether he ends up needing a tracheostomy or does great on his own we're glad to think that he'll be as ready as we can help him to be.

We'll see what God has planned for tomorrow.

And here's a few random photos from the last few days:

Look at those bright eyes!  He's really liked the mobile in the last few days. 

And I got to hold for the first time in, what has it been, two weeks now?

 The girls continue to enjoy the novelties and activities in the children's hospital.

Her Royal Highness Elsa helped tuck Oliver in for his nap in his chair -

She made sure he had his "Robin Hood" necklace that she made him at one of the children's art therapy activties.

Here he is after she finished with him - any child would agree that naps are best when you have ALL your animals with you!

Maybe tomorrow?

Here we go again: Oliver has been on 6 hour "sprints" during which he is on low ventilator settings and having to breathe more on his own.  Tomorrow we expect they will again try to take out his breathing tube so that he can breathe again entirely on his own.  Please pray that he is strong enough Monday afternoon to do it! Last week Monday they tried and he failed the test so they put the breathing tube back in after watching him fight for 45 minutes. –Joel

A sweet day of rest before starting "Boot Camp"

Oliver took a day of rest yesterday to recover from his big attempt to breathe on his own, and today they started him on "Ventilator Boot Camp." 

Yesterday he actually woke up for a few hours and we got to "play" a bit.  I talked and sang to him, and showed him all his animals and toys, and they let us put up a mobile for him.  He was kicking and squirming about, but was very peaceful and not frantic as he sometimes has been when he's woken up some from sedation.  His eyes were much more open than you see in the photo - he hates the flash. 

Then he fell asleep holding his billy goat. 

It was a sweet time to get to interact with him following such a discouraging time on Monday.  It was so reassuring to me that my little guy is still in there and still has some kick in him.  It's true that we cherish the sweet times so much more right after a time of grief. 

Today he mostly slept but has done well as they started weaning the ventilator again and pushing him to exercise his lungs and diaphragm.  They make him do "sprints" of two hours on minimal pressure support, and then a rest of two hours on the full ventilator support, but with less and less help each time.  They'll build him up to longer times of "sprinting" with minimal support wach day.  "Sprinting" is a good word for it - that's probably what it is like for him even though he's just lying down!  His main doctor this week is optimistic this exercise routine will work for Oliver, and so far he seems to be responding well. 

I got to meet with one of the metabolic specialists late yesterday, and, while it was quite informative about mitochondrial diseases and how they could relate to Oliver's condition, he communicated that the preliminary test results were inconclusive (of the two markers they looked for, one was positive and one was not).  We're still waiting for the full genetics panel (about 400 genes) to come back in a month or so. 

For now he remains a puzzle, and we'll keep helping him as best we can.  Please pray that his lungs and diaphragm will strengthen.  

I was really pleased to learn that we could start working with a physical therapist while were in the hospital.  They tried to start with us today, but Oliver wanted to keep sleeping, so he just got to sit up a bit instead. 

Also, we've chosen not to do Halloween, but we do love to dress up, and my mother (who arrived yesterday, Tuesday) was smart to bring a surprise outfit for Elsa in case there were other children dressed up at the hospital.  There were lots of costumes around today, including three fairies that visited Oliver.  I don't know if Elsa was more excited about getting dressed up herself or seeing Oma (my mother!) as a fairy too!  

And fairies have to fly of course, so we took the girls for their first ride on the OHSU sky tram.  Elsa was pretty quiet and pensive the whole time we were "flying," which means she loved it.

I was content not to dress up, but enjoyed being outside for a bit, walking with my girls, and taking pleasure in Nora's cheerful demeanor and Elsa's fluttery merriment.  It was a lovely diversion after the last few days in the PICU.  (Nora was starting to get tired in the photo below.)

The leaves continue to change color - look at the difference in the two weeks we've been here!  (This may seem like nothing to y'all back east, but we have mostly evergreens here!)

We keep hearing of new prayer lists that our family has been added to, and I will attest that we can so clearly feel the support you all are giving us.  When I step back and reflect it is a miracle how stable we have been able to remain through this, how our family has been provided for in so many ways, and how Oliver has persevered through so much in spite of his limitations.  Thank you for interceding for us. 

Fiery arrows

I was reading in Ephesians today about the shield of faith, and how it helps protects us from fiery arrows sent by the enemy.  Thank God for this shield, because I feel like we had some arrows shot our way today.

They tried to take Oliver off the ventilator today but had to re-intubate him because he was not breathing effectively on his own.  They tried all the other options of breathing support before starting him on the ventilator again, but none of them were quite enough for what he needed. 

Re-intubation is not terribly uncommon, but Oliver is, so this is not a simple "we'll try again in a few days" setback.  We've known since he was born that he has low tone (muscle weakness, hypotonia) and fatigues easily.  He also doesn't recover well from situations that cause muscles to atrophy from disuse, like hospital stays, and, as we are learning, ventilators.  Being on a ventilator even for strong adults causes the diaphragm and other muscles that work in respiration to begin to atrophy in even just a few days.  All of these factors, plus his underlying pulmonary hypertension, were all playing against him being successful breathing on his own.  He had done well on the "transitional" CPAP settings on the ventilator, but we think he may have been extra worn out from that too because it required him to initiate all the breaths on his own.

Working under the idea that his diaphragm needs to be strengthened, the doctors are going to be putting him through what they call "ventilator boot camp".  Tomorrow, after he recovers from all the hard work he did today, they will begin to put him on successively lower CPAP settings for longer amounts of time, and letting him have "resting" intervals on full ventilator support.  Just like training in the gym - successive sets with heavier weights and more reps, with rest time in between.  This "boot camp" will last about a week.  So we're looking at being here a minimum of two more weeks from now. 

If "boot camp" doesn't work then we'll be discussing a tracheostomy and a home ventilator with the doctors.  This would allow him to have a variety of respiration support as needed, would allow him not to be sedated, and would let us go home if everything is stable. 

We are very much anticipating getting the preliminary results back from the metabolic tests sometime later this week.  Knowing if he does have a mitochondrial disorder, and then what type, would greatly help us know how to help him.  We'd then have an idea of whether we should expect things to get better with therapy and treatment, or worse as his muscles and organs continue to weaken. 

So it was a sad, sobering afternoon for Joel and I as the last week of progress feels to have slipped into nothing as the nitric oxcide machine was brought back in to the room to help with the return of his acute pulmonary hypertension episodes and he was placed back on the warm air "bear-hugger" blanket again help bring his body temperature back up to normal.  He had to work so hard to breathe during that short time off the ventilator that it just completely wiped him out. 

Sorry, no new photos.  Oliver looks the same except with a new tape job moustache-ed across his sweet chubby cheeks.  Little babies should have kisses on their cheeks, not medical tape. 

We've known since January that we might only get to have Oliver with us for a short time.  As King David did for his son, I will plead with God for Oliver to have a full and strong life, and like David I will choose to praise Him even when I don't understand what He's doing.  But do we ever really understand what he's doing?  So when praise Him, isn't it always in the midst of a confusing, difficult world?

Weaning off the vent on "Oliver time"

We all had hopes of Oliver being extubated off the ventilator today, but Oliver had different ideas.  Early this morning (about 4am) they switched the ventilator settings to "CPAP" which essentially are intermediate settings between full ventilator support and being off the vent.  Shortly after this he had a big desaturation, down as low as 50%, and was not able to recover on his own so they intervened and went back up to full ventilator support with low settings.  His morning chest x-ray showed more fluid than the previous day, his electrolytes are still off balanced, and he's been having trouble processing the carbon dioxide out of his system - all factors that work against him being able to breath adequately on his own. 

So, as the doctors put it during rounds this morning, this will not be a "typical" extubation procedure. 

Oliver is overall still doing well, at least compared to few days of acute illness that caused his admission here, and we're hoping that we'll be able to have him off the ventilator by Monday. 

On one hand this setback was a bit dissapointing, but we're getting used to Oliver taking his own time to stabilize, so on the other hand it makes sense that his body will need a gentler, slower transition.  Contrary to my natural inclinations regarding hospitals, for Oliver I am in favor of longer hospital stays, slower transitioning, and more monitoring because of the puzzling nature of his underlying condition, so thankfully I'm not stressed out about being here longer each time he takes a step back.  Don't get me wrong - I can't wait to get home, but I'm very happy to wait until we are as sure as possible that he's stable enough to get there.

Thank you all for your continued prayers.

Weaning off the ventilator

Yesterday, Thursday, Oliver took  "a step back" because the doctors had to go back up on some of his ventilator settings to keep him stable, but today, Friday, he had a very good day.  He tolerated a few "big steps forward" on weaning off the ventilator, hasn't had any significant desaturation or bradycardia spells, and slept all through the day.  I think his nurse even got a little bored, but I think he would agree that boring days in the PICU are good!

Tomorrow will be a big day - if all goes well the doctors plan to take Oliver off the ventilator!  He has responded well overall to the weaning process, and the doctors seem optimistic that he will do well with the extubation (vent removal) too.  I am somewhat apprehensive about it considering that his heart stopped after he had a strong gag reflex on a breathing tube previously, but I know the doctors will be prepared for that possibility and that God continues to hold our little boy. 

The doctors have started weaning Oliver off the sedatives, but we learned today that this process will take some time too.  I hadn't thought about my dear baby going through withdraw as he woke up, but he's been on opiate sedatives and pain killers for 10 days now - long enough that he's gotten used to them and will need some support and time to wean off of them.  

His x-rays still show some fluid in his lungs, and he still is "poufy" as Elsa described to me when I asked how she thought he looked.  The docs are using several means to help him diurese this remaining fluid off, so hopefully he'll look normal soon. 

Here he is tonight, with his puppy propping up his vent tubes. 

With Oliver having such an uneventful, sleepy day, I actually had a quiet, restful day.  Betsy and the girls came in the morning, and Joel and I met for dinner after his work (he's been able to do some work remotely from a company office in Portland), but otherwise I had the day to myself.  In spite of being in the PICU it was rather nice!  I'm trying to rest and sleep now expecting that Oliver will probably need lots of mommy time when he starts to wake up from sedation. 

We continue to focus on the blessings and provisions.  I was reminded while meandering through the 8th floor courtyard today that beauty can be found even in drainage pipes.    

Another good day and a bath

Oliver had another good day overall.  He's now only on "moderate" ventilator settings, and has had only a few brief episodes of low blood pressure and oxygen desaturation.  When these happened they went back up slightly on the settings, but that's typical progress - two steps forward, one step back.  He's looking a lot more normal, but still has some extra fluid that he needs to get out still.  The doctors continue to tweak all of his meds and rebalance his electrolytes as he progresses.  His morning chest x-ray showed improvement again, and the echocardiogram today showed that his pulmonary hypertension has fallen back to his "mild" baseline level. 

One unexpected step of progress was that Oliver got a bath today!  Even though he is still sedated, it must have felt good to be sat up for the first time in a week.

The nurse also had fun putting some clothes on him, which Joel and I actually didn't really like because he still has so many wires and tubes attached to him, and they'll just have to take it all off for the x-ray tomorrow morning anyway.  But it was nice of her to let him sit in a baby bouncer for a bit of a change for him. 

And at least his shirt matched the dinosaur tape around his IV.  Isn't he handsome in green?

Unfortunately the girls were still sick today, so they haven't been in to see Oliver yet, but it is so much better to have them at least in the same city as us.  We really hope they are better tomorrow to at least come visit at the hospital, even if not to Oliver's room yet. 

We've been blessed with so much help and encouragement in so many ways in the last week, thank you all so much!  We've gotten help with places to stay, food, nanny-ing for the girls, visits, toys and activities for the girls, and so many prayers.  Thank you, thank you.  We couldn't get through this without you all!

And Joel got me flowers, even though we're not allowed to take them into the PICU room.  He always knows which ones will make me smile.  Thank you, dear.