Skyler's diagnosis was particularly traumatizing. In order to tell the story so you can feel our true pain we need to go all the way back to when I was pregnant with him. At our twenty week ultrasound we found out his kidneys were dilated. This had happened before, with Jessi and we weren't really all that alarmed at the time. Her problems resolved themselves after she was born and that was the end of it. So, with Skyler we weren't worried. We probably should have been. During the next 18 weeks we had several more ultrasounds and each one showed more and more dilation. At one time my OB wanted to send us to perinatoligist that specialized in these sorts of problems. We didn't go see any new specialist until after Skyler was born, however.
He was born on Halloween night, at 9:47 pm. He was a round cute little boy who didn't get his name until we saw his face. That was a first for us, and the name we picked was one we had considered long before that night, but had dismissed. So, Skyler Daniel was here. At that point we started right up the doctors. Our pediatrician knew he was in over his head and we were sent to Primary Childrens Hosptial. Over the next three months Skyler went through three rounds of Nuke Med tests to test his kidney function. Steadily, but fast, his left kidney continued to worsen. So, on April first he went into surgery to fix it. The doctor told us it was good we did it when we did because his kidney was almost completely obstructed. The catch 22 with kidneys is once they lose function it never returns. So when you know there's a problem you have to act fast to save the kidney. At the time we had no idea how important his kidney function would be later on in life, and thank goodness we did what we did when we did because then June came.
Late in June I went to Las Vegas with Skyler, just the two of us. He had another cold, like he had had since the day he was born, but it was a fun trip anyway. Lori and I both commented though on the fact that Skyler seemed "off". He was unhappy almost the entire weekend. Once we got home things got worse. He was sick for another ten or so days. It was July by then. The day before Lacie's birthday in fact, July 9th. It was a Friday morning. Jon went to scout camp with Isaac that day. It was crazy getting them ready to go. Sleeping bags, backpacks and scout shirts. It was crazy. Skyler cried almost the entire time. Once they were out the door I focused on him. He was only 8 months old at the time.
I took him into my bedroom and laid him on my bed. I thought maybe I needed to change him, and he was very wet. I found that peculiar since I had changed him an hour before. The entire diaper change he cried, a lot. I tried to give him a bottle, he wouldn't take it, I tried to give him a binky, he wouldn't take it. I tried everything. Then I noticed it. He was crying, but no tears were coming. Then I looked in his mouth, and it was bone dry. My heart sank, as it began to beat a million miles an hour. I calmly walked into the kitchen and got Megan's blood machine. I think the walk back to the bedroom took an hour, although it was only seconds. I was shaking as I took his blood sugar. It read HI. When your blood machine reads HI it means the persons blood sugar is over 600 and can't be read by a machine. Since a normal persons blood sugars are between 90 and 120 most of the time, I knew. I knew.
I wrapped him up, after checking him two more times of course, and then checking myself to double check the machine and carried him with me to the phone. He was still crying. By this time he was in serious DKA, the last word in diabetes 'no no's" before comas and death. Diabetic Ketoacidosis. Long fancy word for a little person starving to death. Acid in the blood, acid coming from the body breaking down its own muscle tissue for food. He needed insulin and fast. Jon was at scout camp, I would have to send someone after him later. I needed to get Skyler to the hospital and fast. I called Polly. The minute she picked up the phone I lost it. I cried and tried to explain why I needed her help. She was calm and reassuring and wanted to know if I needed anything other than help with kids. No, I was going to be ok, I just needed to know the other kids were taken care of for a while. She came right over and gathered everyone up and took them back home with her while I put Skyler in the car and took him straight to Primary Childrens Hosptial.
When checking him into the ER they said "What does he need to be seen for?" I told them "Initial onset diabetes, and he's in DKA by the way."
The doctors were very impressed that I knew the problem, diagnosed him and was calm enough to get him to the ER. Why wouldn't I be? I had walked the walk and talked the talk. We had been walking this road already for 10 years. I knew what I knew.
They got his IV going, got him settled into a room, starting all his meds he was going to need to help his body get back on track and then we waited. Polly's husband Scott went to scout camp and told Jon where I was and why. He was there in a flash. When he walked into the hospital room and saw us there we just nodded our heads at each other. Again, we knew....
Since that day I have cried for Skyler, with Skyler and because of Skyler. He is a happy 4 and half yr old now and he is such a strong little boy, but a very quiet one. He takes the diabetes without one complaint, ever! When he was diagnosed we realized how important it was that his kidney issues were taken care of. He would need every bit of kidney function he could get. His life wasn't going to be easy as it was. He is on a pump now and his little face shines when he sees the others getting their shots and happily exclaims that he doesn't have to do that anymore, unless we are changing his pump site and then there's a few tears. He will get used to it though because that's what he does. He quietly faces all that life throws at him with strength and courage. He doesn't complain about any of it and just takes what comes. He is a shining example to me of courage and I think as my other children get older they will see it too. They will take their cues from him and keep going no matter what. I am so in love with that little boy, he is my beacon at times....
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