Tuesday, February 17, 2015
February is CHD Awareness Month ~ Diagnosis
I am going to be posting CHD (Congenital Heart Defects) facts and sharing Jessica's story as a way of bringing awareness to CHD.
Day 1 of CHD Awareness - Diagnosis:
Jessica almost died as an infant due to her undiagnosed CHDs. Miss Jess was born on 6-3-88. My labor was fast and furious! In fact, the nurse had to grab a doctor out of another room to come and catch her. lol I had a scan just two weeks prior to her birth and the technician seemed to spend quite a bit of time looking at the heart. We asked her if there was something wrong and she said no. I vaguely remember her going out of the room and then coming back with someone who looked at the scan and said that everything was ok. I was sent home and nothing more was said. After Jessica was born and sent to the nursery a doctor came in and said that she heard a heart murmur but it was most likely caused by the ductus which usually closes at birth and hadn’t closed yet. We were told "DON’T WORRY" many times but just be sure and take her to her 2 week appointment. All the concern was focused on Jessica’s polydactyly – she was born with 2 extra fingers and 1 extra toe – just like ME! We had no insurance at that time so we were given the phone number to a clinic that helps children born with different types of defects. We had no idea that we would practically live at that clinic and the hospital for several years to come. Jessica and I were sent home just 24 hours following her birth. We were told that they had done a pulse-ox test and it was low but in normal range and again to take her to her 2 week appointment.
A few days after Jessica was born she was jaundice so I took her in to see the pediatrician and was sent home with instructions to put her in the sunshine for a couple of hours each day. That pediatrician said NOTHING about a heart murmur and I was quite overwhelmed with having a 2 year old, a newborn, worrying about surgery to remove the extra digits and managing apartments while trying to recover from the delivery that I didn’t even think to mention it. A couple of days after that I went back to the hospital for breastfeeding support. Jessica was having a hard time feeding and I thought it was my fault. Granted none of the support staff were doctors but none of them seemed to notice that she was breathing hard and that was why she wasn't able to eat well. Even the day before her 2 week appointment when Karl accidentally inhaled chlorine gas when working on the pool at the apartments where we were managers and we stayed in the ER most of the day to get his O2 sats up, NOBODY, even the doctors and nurses who ooohed and awwwed over our baby girl, noticed that she was in trouble! That night Jessica would latch on and frantically try to nurse. She would pull back gasping for air and then fall into a deep sleep. She would wake up again only to repeat the previous scenario. If I hadn't already had an appointment the next day I would have taken her to the ER.
Karl was still recovering from his chlorine gas experience so I took Jessica to the appointment alone and a friend took my 2 year old son, Justen for me. When the nurse weighed her I noticed that Jess had gained 2 whole pounds so I tried to calm my nerves by telling myself that she really was gaining weight so she must be fine. That calmness was shattered when the first thing that the pediatrician (different one) asked, “Is she always this blue?” He did an exam and said that she was breathing too rapidly and that the murmur was really loud. He left the room for what seemed like forever to return and told me that Jessica had an appointment with a pediatric cardiologist in 2 hours at the hospital and for me to NOT MISS IT! The doctor, who I found out was a resident, had just done his peds cardiology rotation and told me that the PC (peds cardiologist) was a really good one and very nice.
Jessica shortly after she was born
**THE OFFICIAL DIAGNOSIS**
The Pediatric Cardiologist, Richard Donnerstein, did an exam and then had a technician do an echocardiogram. Dr. D. came in while they were doing the exam and then he brought in another doctor and yet another one. In the meantime Karl was just trying to stay awake and breathe (his lungs had been burnt out by chlorine gas the previous day). I couldn't grasp what everyone was saying or what they were looking at. Jessica had been sedated for the echo and I just looked at her wondering what was going on with my beautiful baby girl.
Dr. Donnerstein finally told me that Jessica had what they called Tetralogy of Fallot which consists of 4 defects, Pulmonary Atresia and Pulmonary Stenosis. There was absolutely NO connection between her heart and lungs that they could see. They suspected that the ductus had been open to allow some blood flow to her lungs but had recently closed causing her to be in severe congestive heart failure. They needed to do a cardiac catheterization to see exactly what was going on before doing surgery TONIGHT! We were told that Jessica may not survive the night without surgery so we needed to prepare for it immediately following the cath.
It was about 6 pm or later when Jess was finally taken in for a cath. I didn’t know if I would ever see her again because just a few years prior my mom had needed a cath and had stopped breathing during it. Thankfully she was resuscitated and was doing well but I worried that my tiny baby who was in congestive heart failure wouldn't make it. A kind nurse took me under her wing and comforted me. I’ll always be grateful that she was there.
At about 11 pm Dr. D came and informed us that Jessica was not going to have surgery after all. They found hundreds of collaterals that were taking blood to her lungs and she was so sick that she probably wouldn't survive surgery. They had started her on heart meds and would see if they could do surgery the next day. “Go home and get some rest” is what we were told, she was “critical but stable” at that moment. My heart broke as I looked over my baby who was still sedated from the cath. She looked so sick, helpless and barely even alive. In my brain I kept hearing the words, “Jessica may not survive the night without surgery” so I was worried that she still might not make it. The nurses in the PICU reassured me that they would call me if anything happened during the night so we went home exhausted and emotional. Thankfully we only lived 10 minutes from the hospital.
Our friend kept our 2 year old son, Justen, overnight so Karl and I went home to our apartment. Inside were an empty crib and empty bassinet. We held each other and cried as our world came crashing down around us.
The following day we were told that Jessica was doing much better. The heart meds were really helping her and they wanted to postpone surgery one more day so that she could get stronger. I mentioned that I was worried that she had lost some weight and I was told that it was a good thing! She had excessive fluid from the congestive heart failure and that she needed to get rid of it in order to breathe better. I remember being floored as I realized that the 2 whole pounds that Jessica had gained (she was only 6 lbs 12 oz when she was born) was all fluid from CHF.
I also remember watching her in her hospital crib later that day and she moved in a familiar way. It surprised me because I had felt as though the baby that I dreamed about for 9 months and had taken home and loved for 2 weeks had died. That baby who I dreamed of growing up healthy who would do all the fun things I had enjoyed as a child had died. The baby I brought home from the hospital with me 2 weeks ago was gone and she had been replaced by this new baby who had a time bomb inside of her. This baby would probably die too and my heart couldn't handle that.
The next several days were a blur as my husband had to go back to work and school so I had to be at the hospital during the day with Jessica and take care of my son at night. Members of my church took turns caring for Justen so that I could be at the hospital with Jessica. The story was the same every day, “we need to wait until tomorrow to do surgery because Jessica needs to gain weight and get stronger before we do it”. On Friday the doctor asked “How would you like to take your daughter home tomorrow?” WHAT??? Up until that point I was told that Jessica would stay in the hospital until she had her surgery. Suddenly they wanted to send a little time bomb home with me? ME? The one who almost let her die? We had been told that if I had waited even just one more day to take Jessica to a doctor she would have died. Now they wanted to send her home with me? I was terrified! It didn’t help that the discharge nurse said, “If you mix these two up you will kill her” when she was going over the meds with me. Ugh! Thankfully she labelled the tiny oral syringes with tags which marked the exact amount that was needed to be given & the medication name on each syringe. She wrote down the exact times that each medication needed to be given so that I would have that to refer to.
I had a hard time grasping everything that was wrong with Jessica’s heart because I didn’t even know how a heart was supposed to work in the first place. I didn’t have time to go to the library and the internet hadn’t even been invented yet. I felt alone and helpless. Jessica spent almost as much time in the hospital as she did at home the next several months. She would catch a cold which immediately went to her lungs and she would be hospitalized fighting for her life. Poor Dr. D. must have gotten tired of drawing diagrams for me and writing down words for me to study and memorize. I’m not usually a slow learner but living on no sleep, caring for a 2 year old and a very sick baby while supporting my husband who was going to school full-time and working 2 – 3 jobs was very stressful… but I eventually started to catch on. Before too long I was explaining everything to ER doctors and drawing them diagrams!
Knowledge and experience gave me the confidence I needed to make the difficult decisions for my daughter. At first I felt like God had made a mistake by sending Jessica to me. I thought that she deserved parents who had some type of medical experience or at least had insurance, but as I sought God’s guidance I came to realize how fortunate I was to be Jessica’s mommy. I’ll forever be grateful that God had more faith in me than I had in myself.
Jessica and her older brother, Justen