Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Now and Forever

[ A little bit of a back story... Last month we walked the 7th annual Keep the Beat Walk for It's My Heart New England. Our team, Team Unstoppable Jack raised over $4,000 and I can't tell you how proud and humbled I am by that figure. It was a beautiful day spent with family and friends that I will remember forever.. and I can't wait to do it all again next year. ]

So now that that's out of the way... 

When you have a child with a congenital heart disease, or I assume any type of serious medical condition, you're sort of thrown into this community of families with children like yours. Our CHD community feels pretty big, however there is one woman who sticks with me. I don't know her well. We've attended a few of the same heart family events. We've bumped into each other at the heart clinic at BCH a couple of time. She is also the first mother to reach out to me (thanks to IMHNE) and selflessly shared her sons story and offered me support. 

Her son passed away in April after a long and hard fought battle with CHD. 

Not even 3 months after his passing, she attended the Keep the Beat walk.. a walk they attended every year with him and an army of a walking team. I spoke to her briefly and told her how much I admired her strength.. how I couldn't believe she was there. She told me he loved the walk and how he looked forward to it every year.. how he just loved seeing everyone wearing his team shirt. She said it just felt wrong not to be there. 

I stood there in awe. Jack on my hip, I felt a wave of guilt come over me. And there she stood.. even if she didn't feel like a power house of confidence and strength, that's all I could see. I don't need to see the movie, I have met super woman in the flesh.

Her words struck something deep inside of me and will stick with me forever. A mother's love is amazing.. it transcends time, space and the physical world. Even in death, a mother will still consider her child.. and set aside her own pain, fears and discomfort for them. Everything we do is for them.. now and forever.

Team Unstoppable Jack!

So proud of his medal!

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Jumping those Flaming Hoops

When you have a baby and you bring them to their pediatrician, they get a lot of vaccines. Sometimes several in one visit. You don't think twice about it, because they are standard and your insurance will cover them.

You yourself go to the doctors and ask for a flu shot. You don't have the flu.. but you could get it. You're taking care of yourself and taking the right precautions to keep yourself healthy. You don't think anything of it, your insurance is going to cover.

Your son has an incredibly rare congenital heart defect amongst other heart abnormalities. RSV could potentially kill him and at the very least land him at Children's for an extended stay. You do worry about it. Because you have an insanely high deductible with one of the worst health insurance companies and they want the money upfront before they will have their pharmacy send the pediatrician the shot. One dose is $5,800. One. Dose. Let's do a little math, shall we?

One dose a month during the cold and flu season. November, December, January, February, March.. that's five months. Five doses.

5,800 x 5 = 29,000

Your husband tirelessly worked on finding some way to make this happen without financially drowning. With the help of the pediatrician's office, he found a program through the manufacturer that would send us the shot for free if you can prove you cannot afford it. After submitting paperwork and pay stubs and God knows what else, we are approved. Yay!

At Jack's last appointment, the nurse submitted the paperwork and request for his next dose which was due to happen today. Each dose has to happen within a certain time frame.

Jack and I got to the pediatrician's office and as always, he is hamming it up with all the ladies at the front desk. We get called back and then it starts... he is so adverse to nurses, doctors and doctor offices in general, it's honestly torture for the little guy. They took his sats, temp, weight and blood pressure. The practitioner comes in and checks his lungs, eyes, ears, mouth and belly.. all while Jack is screaming through his tears that he wants to go home. She assures me he looks and sounds well enough for his next dose and that the nurse will be in shortly.

As soon as I pull his shirt back on, the nurse pops back in and says, "I'm so sorry, but we don't have his synagis in the office. They never sent it, it looks like a problem with the insurance."

My heart drops. The tears start to well. Not again. Not this again.

I apologize for crying. The nurse apologizes profusely. I assure her it's not her fault. She tells me she will talk to the nurse in charge of booking these shots and that it will be figured out.

Jeremy called and talked to the nurse who got in touch with the program we have been going through. They received all of our paperwork the day of his last dose. Jack's pediatrician forgot to date next to his name, so they did not accept the request. They never reached out to the pediatrician's office to let them know. If they had, I have full confidence in the nursing staff that it would have been resolved and Jack would've had his dosage ready and waiting today.

A date. On a form. I can literally feel the heat in my face.. the anger and frustration just coming to a complete boil. My son's health, maybe even his life, being compromised over a missing date on a form. And I get it, a form wasn't filled out completely, but to just not inform anyone so that the problem could be rectified is inexcusable.. deplorable really. Because my son's health and well being means so little? How?

After all of this, the nurse resubmitted the paperwork and is expecting his dose to be in within 1 to 2 days. They will call us as soon as it comes in and we will take him right in.

My son's health depends on this shot. His little body and broken heart could not handle RSV. He needs this shot. Why does it have to be so impossible to just get him what he needs? There have been a couple times I've felt defeated..today was one of those days. Somedays the hoops are just hoops and they are easy to jump. Sometimes they are on fire; the flames are just too high to land on the other side unscathed.

This face. Those eyes. That little heart.

"Mama, go home?"


Rocking his scar.



Thursday, January 26, 2017

Listen Ben...

He's at it again!


So Mr. Ben... is that your real name? WHO ARE YOU!? Why are you so amazing?? Whoever you are.. wherever you are... again, we say THANK YOU! <3 Thank you for your generosity but most importantly your undying support for Jack! Your cards always brighten our days.. Jack loves them!

The Force is Strong... with Jack Jack

Every holiday, birthday or milestone we meet with Jack is always incredibly special... and his 2nd birthday was no different. Every day is a victory.. and every birthday we see him celebrate is like winning a battle over CHD. Even at the young age of 2, I see him push himself everyday to walk a little further.. run a little harder. He tries new things.. he sings and laughs. He dances. He is so full of life and joy... I cannot tell you what a privilege it is to be his mom. Happy 2nd birthday, Jack Jack!
My big 2 yearold!

Little Vader

2 very special guests!

How happy were these 2 babes?

Our Soccer Star

I can't tell you how amazing it feels to be writing this post. Our little man is in a soccer program! After watching his sister from the sidelines last session, he now gets to get in on the action. From when I was 18 weeks pregnant with him, I've been living my life worried about what he'd be able to do.. or not do. Sports was a big one. Is it an intense training program? No. Are they grooming 2 year old soccer protégés? No. It's a fun laid back hour every Saturday morning where he can run around and chase a ball. He loves every second of it.. and my heart is so unbelievable full watching him on that field. I soak every second up.. and try to take mental snap shots of my boy just being a typical boy. I tuck  these beautiful moments deep in my mind  and in my heart. My sweet, baby boy.. the soccer star.

Parachute time!

Way to stick with it bud!

(not quite a) GOOOOAL

Climbing the mountain

His favorite part!

my soccer babies!

Jack was so happy to be like big sis!

Thursday, December 1, 2016

A Friendly Reminder

I know that the world we live in can be a really harsh, cruel place. At a time where it seems like all you read about is the bad in the world and people doing nothing but hurt one another, I just wanted to remind you that there are infact some pretty amazing people in the world. I was reminded of this when I checked the mail today.

This small package addressed to Jack was bound to the rest of the mail with a  rubber band.

Since we are in full Christmas swing here, I didn't think much of it, assuming it was just a little early Christmas gift. So I opened it to find this:
It was a cool Superman wallet with a note that reads "Hi Jack aka Superman. I found your wallet. Also-- I may have missed your birthday. I hope you had a good one." The wallet and note alone were amazing enough.. then I opened the wallet to find this:



Jack's mystery cheerleader strikes again!! If you don't know what I'm talking about, someone has been randomly sending Jack superman themed cards with encouraging words and money in them. I don't know who this person is. I don't know if I know them.. or if they are a friend of a friend of a friend. All I know is they think of my precious boy and send him these incredibly thoughtful, encouraging words and these incredibly generous gifts. Despite my pleas for them to come forward so I can thank them, they choose to remain anonymous. At Christmas time when they could spend this money on a million other things, they choose to send it here to Jack. My favorite thing about all of this is that this amazing person has no agenda-- they do this incredible act of kindness just to do it. If leaves me speechless every time... so if you're reading this, Jack's mystery cheerleader, 2 things... You didn't miss Jack's birthday. And more importantly, thank you. From the bottom of our hearts. 

(but really I can't tell you how crazy it is driving me that I can't figure out who you are!!!)

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

When It Looks the Same

I typically blog from my phone, which is so incredibly convenient because A) the app was so quick and simple to post from B) my pictures are all on my phone and it took 2 seconds to put them on a post and C) my MacBook is ancient and I have to start it up a day in advance if I want to use it. Unfortunately, the blogger app has been down and there's no end in sight so I'm at the mercy of my laptop for the time being. Long story short, sorry for the delay. Here we go.

Jack had a cardiology appointment at BCH on October 14th. We loaded the kids (and grandrea) in the car and headed into town.
      

We got breakfast, gigantic coffees and got settled in for a long morning/afternoon at the cardiology clinic.
       
        mmm... chocolate muffin.                                who needs socks?

We got called in to get our blue hospital bracelet (that he refuses to wear) and get weighed in and measured. As soon as we walk into the tiny room, Jack starts to cry. I swear, he has PTSD and he knows why we are here. It breaks my heart every. single. time. Jeremy heard him from the waiting room so he ran in to help. We stripped his little body down and the nurse managed to get his height and weight. I have no recollection as to what his numbers were... all I could see were the tears on his cheeks and the fear in his eyes. My mind was thinking "Baby, you've been through so much worse" but my mother's heart was saying "I know, baby. I know.. I'm here"

As soon as he was done, I scooped him up the threw his johnny on (he looks so cute in those little things!) and it was back to the waiting room for... you guessed it. More waiting.
        
Big hugs for all of his supporters!


Playing with "Meemaw" (his new name for grandrea) and Pluto

   
Evie always comes prepared with lots of friends to play with.

Next up, we headed in for the EKG. This is usually the easiest part. He loves stickers and he basically just gets covered in stickers. The poor little guy melted down as soon as we started getting stickered up. With most kids, you'd probably think to offer them Elmo videos or Mickey Mouse to soothe or distract them. Not my boy. I asked him if he wanted Sia and the tears immediately stopped. The nurse got a good chuckle out of that one. We made it through the EKG with flying colors and headed back to the waiting room... for more waiting.
     
Hugs and kisses for the little patient and his mama

At this point Evie was getting a little bored.. so thankfully Grandrea was there to whisk her away and have a little adventure exploring the Hospital. They played on the magical stairs and even found a stage where Evie was more than happy to perform The Evie Show for Grander and a Hospital worker.
       
She hates performing, can you tell?

While Mom and Evie kept each other entertained we got called in for his echo. I was absolutely DREADING this part because he is suppose to lay still while they take pictures of his heart. This always takes FOREVER and if you've met Jack, you know sitting still for even a short amount of time is a struggle. As soon as we walked into the dim room with the blinking machines, Jack tensed, grabbed my shoulder and started crying for his sissy (Evie). It was the sweetest, most heartbreaking part of my day.. to hear the love he has for his sibling but the fear he must have been feeling. The technician was so calm and kind. She told me I could lay next to him to try to keep him calm.. so we put Sesame Street on the TV monitor next to the bed, took a deep breath and got started. He was a little squirmy and upset at first.. But I just kept talking to him. I kept saying any silly little thing I could that popped into my head. I don't remember a single thing I actually said.. my only goal was to keep his mind off of what we were doing and kept his attention on me. And he did AMAZING. It was probably the easiest echo we've ever had.. minus the sedated one.. and the one he slept through on his own.
   
Pictures of Jack's precious little heart. And a boy and his mama.

Then it was back to the waiting room... for more waiting.
   
Checking his email.. just kidding, he's listening to Sia again.

She was just acting how we were all feeling at this point.

Finally, the last leg of our appointment was meeting with Dr. Tworetsky, Jack's amazingly talented cardiologist. This man has known my son since before he was born. When you have a child with such a rare, complex health issue it's difficult to let go and feel trust for anyone taking care of him-- even when they are the most educated doctors and nurses. I trust this man with my sons heart.. essentially trusting him with my sons life. It's an incredibly heavy thing to think about.

So Dr. T finally came in and said as far as his echo goes, everything looks the same. In Jack's case, this is a good thing. His leaky valve is still leaking but it's leaking about the same. It's not enough of a concern to have to rip him open just to fix that one leaky valve, so Dr. T assured us that it's something that we can just wait for his next surgery (The Fontan) to fix-- assuming it stays the same until then. He was happy with Jack's o2 sats, with his growth and color. He said he looks great and told us to just take him home, love him, feed him and come back in 6 months!
      
Thankfully, both Jack's AND Soxy cat's hearts both sound good.


Big smiles for a successful appointment!

Basically, we go back in April for a check up and the next appointment after that will probably be to talk about a cath lab to get ready for the Fontan. All we can do is celebrate the positive and good that came out of this last appointment.. and try to push the worries for the next operation away for now. I'm a firm believer in trying not to worry about anything until you absolutely have something to worry about. In this case, it's a little difficult not to worry. But we'll just do what Dr. Tworetsky told us to do... feed him and love him. Until next time, BCH!

 
Not even out of the BCH parking garage.