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Annnnnnd, the other shoe.
Swallow study results from today: Baby Audrey
aspirates a little of every bit of liquid she swallows, she struggles a
little with pudding consistency foods but seems to sort it out, but on
chewable soft solids she got the gold star, no problems. When she
drinks liquid, it travels too far down the back of her throat, and she
doesn't coordinate her muscles in such a way to prevent it slipping down
into the airways, and has to eventually cough it back out, which sometimes takes several minutes. A Speech Language Pathologist would be better able to explain what is happening, but my guess
is it might be a side effect of having a lot of work done in the back of
her mouth, tubes down her throat etc, which have desensitized the gag
reflex (which is in some ways a blessing in her case, I can only imagine
what it would be like having all she's had done in there, my gag reflex
is really strong and it would have been torture-- I can barely even get
a strep test! She's such a champ.) Anyway, they think that practice
will improve her coordination for liquids, but in the meantime she has
been given a prescription for thickened liquids by mouth (the
consistency of honey) and soft solids. The funny part of it is, that up
until today she had been approved for nothing BUT clear liquids, and
now she is allowed to have almost anything except them, a complete
reversal. But the test went really well-- she ate her radioactive
pudding and drank her mutant juice without much complaint, and
especially liked the little Gerber dissolving cereal stars (which were
well dipped in radioactive powder, but hey, what can you do). When we
gave her the plate of cereal she looked at me and kept turning them in
her fingers as if to say, "is this REALLY ok mom? It's kinda weird that
you are actually giving me these instead of me having to hunt for and
steal them off the floor." When she realized it was ok, she ate every
single piece with careful fingers. Then this evening, she enjoyed her
very first jar of baby food, and handled the spoon with amazing grace.
Happy baby tonight.
Audrey's first jar of baby food, Sept 8, 2012 |
A dear friend commented on this note, and said:
"and
handled the spoon with amazing grace" -- ♥ In the Episcopal Church, the
Gospel appointed for today's Office was the second half of John's story
about the man born blind healed by Jesus: "He answered and said,
'Whether he be a sinner or no, I know not: one thing I know: that,
whereas I was blind, now I see." (John 9:25, KJV) You are so surrounded
by love and hope!!! Thank you for keeping us posted.
I replied:
Haha, I was hoping someone would catch that. Thank you dear friend for
your ever-inspiring encouragement. I find it amazing that when she was
given a priesthood blessing in June, the elders did not pronounce full
healing upon her but instead that her life and her story would influence
many for good, and that God would reveal his purposes and blessings for
her in time and in his own way. I think of the earlier part of that
same chapter of John, verses 1-3....
2 And his disciples asked him, saying, Master, who did sin, this man, or his parents, that he was born blind?
3 Jesus answered, Neither hath this man sinned, nor his parents: but that the works of God should be made manifest in him.
I see it all of the time here (at Boston Children's Hospital), the works of God being made manifest through these sick kids.
The kids who come here are all the "rock stars" from all over the
country and the world. I mean, we were one of the worst troublemakers
in Utah as far as kids with her condition goes, but out here we're made
very aware of our blessings on a daily basis through the families we
meet, many of them somewhat famous in their communities through
fundraising for their child. The thing is, these kids may or may not get completely well in spite of all these state of the art surgeries and care, but those whose lives they touch are changed forever for the better. You just can't spend time with any of these kids, without smiling and realizing what life is all about-- not about how long you live, but how well. How deeply you love. How purely you laugh. How each simple gift matters every day. Life slows down in the hospital, you just work on the simple things and almost everything else just sort of becomes less relevant. Just last night I was talking with two
friends about this, as we were encouraging one who was struggling while
her son was in a much longer than expected surgery... even when it may
not seem clear, God has a plan for these kids. All these families are
walking through fire, and are being challenged and changed in incredible
ways. In spite of the massive challenges we are all facing, I can honestly say that the hospital is not a sad place. It is a place of work and learning, of simplifying life down to its basic elements, of purifying by fire. I feel very blessed to be here and getting to know these people,
even more so because I am still able to communicate so freely with all
of the friends and family who care about us elsewhere. As you said, surrounded by love and prayers on
all sides, and we feel it.
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