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Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Ethan Wayne Randolph born in Dayton, Ohio on Nov 3, 2008 with Schizencephaly. We initially were told of his condition during an ultrasound at 7.5 mos gestation. At that time we were told the best thing we could do not only for Ethan and ourselves but also for society would be to go out of state and have a late term abortion. The Dr stated it would be for the best as he would most likely be nothing more than a burden and would never have a quality of life as he would most likely not ever speak, play, walk or anything “normal” babies and children do. To this day I can still vividly hear those words being spoke to our family. We knew Ethan was a special gift that was being given to us and we were going to keep and love him for as long as we could even if it was to be for a short time. Less than 12 hrs old he was sedated for the first time and transported to children s hospital for an MRI to confirm the diagnosis.
Along with his Schizencephaly he also has several other diagnosis such as Cerebral Palsy, Polymicrogiria, Scoliosis, Sensory Processing Disorder to name a few. These will never hold Ethan back in life because he will not allow them to. Today he is such a happy little boy who just wants to show everybody how much they are loved, just as we have always shown him. He enjoys doing things other kids do, he just has to work an little harder. He loves to run and play and get into mischief as any child does. I have always said he is my littlest hero from day one. He may only be 6 but he is such a wonderful and special little boy who has probably taught me more than I have him.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
It has been two weeks on Wednesday since Noah's spinal fusion and I will admit fear was a huge issue with this one.
Never did I imagine seeing my little boy look so banged up. His eyes were bloodshot, black and blue with a very swollen face.
The night before I was prepped with the fact Noah very well may not make it through or quite possibly require a trach for the rest of his life.. Scary and sobering all at the same time.
After xrays the day before we learned Noah's scoliosis had reached 94-97 degrees which is 40 degrees more than just a year ago which convinces me that scoliosis is indeed a huge part of schizencephaly. We waited until Noah was old enough to avoid multiple surgeries through the rest of his life....one and done! But holy cow scoliosis is hell. The constant fighting it, struggling to make our own braces, 6 years or positioning and holding off to avoid going back under the knife. It would appear that all that hard work made a difference and Noah will never need another surgery after this.
This helps further research and awareness even more since we can now confirm through the multiple families that have faced this issue alongside Schizencephaly that it is appropriate to say this is another underlying factor that is quite likely and hopefully with the awareness, preventable
This was one of those surgeries that no matter how hard we prepped we could not possibly tell if Noah was comprehending.
Looking into his big blue eyes I shed many tears but much to my surprise he seemed OK with the hospital check in.
Somehow I would like to believe he was in so much pain he had decided that the past has proven he knows he can trust me and his brother with these medical decisions.
Surgery was November 12th exactly 1 year to the hour as his hip surgery last year (worst recovery ever). As we sat together the night before I just held him knowing I would never hold him that way again after the rodding. It was OK. I knew this one was a necessity for his growth.
He would look up at me and grab my hand like he was acknowledging my struggle with this and he would squeeze tight as if to comfort me, which made me feel assured he understood more than I thought.
Surgery day they rolled him into holding at 8 am and my stomach was full of knots. I kept wisping his hair in my hands and hoping the red face and difficulty breathing would soon be lessened after this all.
Around 3 pm they came in to say Noah was out and breathing on his own. I always say some of these moments are the most profound so far but this time I truly meant it. I could not believe his little body that had gone through over 23 surgeries to date had once again proven the drs wrong. But then again, this is my son we are talking about .
When I walked into PICU my jaw dropped at how awful he looked. I broke down in tears watching the breathing tube attached to him and the line coming out of his neck. I kept saying "why does he look so bad?" And the staff assured me this was normal and he was already breathing 85% on his own..
The next few days Noah's smile returned and many things were noted with him including no more red face. As described to me and big brother Noah's neck was at high risk for suffocation. His neck was so twisted he was much worse than the Dr ever suspected. Although they did not know if the neck would correct they were pleased that it in fact had straightened and he was no longer red or struggling for air .
He was also breathing through his nose for the first time in three years. His whole quality of life was changing and to me it is nothing short of a miracle .
I have to applaud the surgical team at Miami children's for their amazing work and for helping Noah have the quality of life he deserves. If it were not for their belief in being able to fix him (something local drs said was too dangerous) I don't think he had much longer of this life with his oxygen being compromised daily.
The life of a special needs single mama never is easy. We smile through tears and walk through many storms holding our head high and leaving so much normalcy behind but it is always worth it..
I do have to say his strength builds mine up. Although I sacrifice many things like hanging out with friends, drinking more than one drink in case anything should happen and we won't go into the dating world because that is just a nightmare, it is always worth it.. The way I see it is that these sacrifices mean so much more than an hour of this or than an inconsistent relationship that is not a given. Noah's love and hope is what keeps us all going. His will teaches me that the kind of love he is filled with is the purest of any I've ever known and I doubt I could ever find anything quite as amazing as what I feel looking at him.
So here we are now today looking back at the anxiety and stress leading up to this major surgery and we are good. He is good, he is smiling and playing again. He is aware things have changed anatomically but he gets it, he is breathing better and looks like a new child. One that is not in pain and struggling for air. And I am so proud of him for proving to me once again what a strong and brave warrior he is.
So although the small things that were during and after this surgery were bumpy and kind of crappy they aren't worth worrying about.. The only thing that will continue to matter in our world is that we always do what is best and right for our children. Because ultimately nothing else really matters but family.
And our little family is amazingly strong and stable.
My love and thanks to many people that were by my side and made this so much easier.
Nicole Molino for coming up to the hospital the day of surgery and making me smile through the worry..
Denise who helped me understand her surgery and what to expect
Stephanie Byrd for coming up to visit and getting me a discount at the Walmart (:
Miss Stephanie Ziemann for listening to me bitch and talking g me through everything when I was about to walk out the hospital (trach talk)
Raymond for texting every day to check in on me and in on Noah
Noel for multiple reasons.
Father Andy for being amazing
All the prayers, calls, cards, and posts the day of surgery. They were all noted and very appreciated. Thank you!
Regina and Mark for helping Noah get his seizures controlled until we can get the heck out of Florida.
And of course Dr harry shufflebarger who has the hands of an angel and decided to help Noah when no one else thought he was worth it..
All of you are my ✊ rock and I will never forget your help
Sunday, September 21, 2014
I hope others can understand that special needs diagnosis's can be like mourning a death but our stories remain open.
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Thursday, September 18, 2014
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