Showing posts with label Leslie Osborne. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Leslie Osborne. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

A Very NICU Christmas


The reasons I started this blog was 1) to share Mighty Z’s Story 2) To tell you the uncensored  truth of the ups, downs and in-betweens of raising one typical child, and one complex medically fragile chronically ill child. 3) I deeply feel that much has been given to me (in regards to my children, and the journey we are on) and because much is now required of me to give back (Luke 12: 48).

 


Many of you are the ones that truly inspire me to be a better wife, mother, and person. Even ladies who have typical children have stepped in, and shown support in ways that still shock me. My sweet friend takes time when she isn’t working and caring for her own children to edit and pull out of me things that I have buried so deep (trying to protect myself) so that all of you in the special needs world know you’re not alone.

 

One of my dreams has been to make a community of special needs families. I have tried and tried to do this on my own, but it always fell through (Gods timing is indeed perfect). When the group Mommies of Miracles contacted me and wanted me to be the administrator of Texas Mommies of Miracles I was overcome with joy and awe that they would choose me.

 

I was once again scared that this would fall through, but with the help of Mommies of Miracles the Texas branch begin to grow. I have never met so many women who are strong, wise, intelligent, and above all compassionate. These women make me proud to be in this elite sorority of special needs mommies.

 

I had an idea (that I stole from the Ohio Mommies of Miracles group) to bring bagels and cookies to the NICU (neonatal intensive care unit). I threw this idea to our Texas Mommies of Miracle’s. Even though these mothers have children on life support machines, feeding tubes, have seizures, are paralyzed, and other very hard issues. They pulled together and made and bought cookies, bagels, and even bows for the babies to the parents in the NICU at Children’s Medical Center Dallas. Some were not able to come so they dropped off toiletries to other mothers they may never meet.

 

This is the Elite Sorority I belong too, and I am proud to stand next to every one of them.
 
                                                        Merry Christmas My sweet friends
 
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Friday, September 28, 2012

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR BABY


Many parents are faced with total strangers coming up and giving unsolicited advise about child rearing. Here is my story of wonderful strangers questions, and advice on having a baby on life support




Oh, hello, person I have never met before! I am so glad you ran up to me while I am here at the grocery store with my baby who is on life support machines. You did not scare me at all when you ran up to me and screamed, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR BABY??! And, I am super excited to answer all of your questions.




What is wrong with my baby, you ask? OMG, are not all infants trached and placed on life support?? Does she have asthma, you ask? Yes, indeed-y! Instead of those pocket-sized inhalers, medical technology has now advanced to the point that they trach asthmatics and place them on life-support machines. (Who needs clutter in their pockets or purse when surgery and 24-hour care is an option?! That's what I always say). You are so smart and intuitive! Do I feed my baby through the tube in her throat, you ask? Why, of course I do! I put mashed potatoes and bits of meat down this long tube connected to the tube in her throat. Why do I carry all this equipment?Well, I haven’t lost all the baby weight and I thought maybe if I just carried a bunch of machines around, I could burn some extra calories. And, why is she making that face that looks like she is crying,but you can't hear anything, you ask? Silly stranger! She is practicing to become a mime, of course.


And, thank you, kind stranger, for telling me about your gluten-free diet and favorite vitamins, and how they will completely cure my daughter’s disease. You are so insightful, and it is a relief to know that a simple diet change and some vitamin C will change her whole DNA makeup. What would I have ever done if you hadn’t run over to me in this store to tell me that? What is that long tube and brown stuff that is hanging from a bag? Is it a cocktail? Why, yes it is. Would you care for a drink?



I wish I could spend all day chatting with you, as clearly you are helpful, considerate, and respectful of others, as opposed to being some nosy monster who is about to get kicked in the neck by a woman with a suction canister. What?? No! Don’t walk away! Please! We were just getting started! I want to answer many more of your intellectual questions!!  





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Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Power of Persuasion


When Mighty Z was old enough to “graduate” from the NICU, her care was assigned to a ‘Pediatric Intensivest’, a medical doctor who specializes in caring for adolescents, children, and infants who have serious illnesses or injuries.  In short, then, Pediatric Intensivests are (more or less) PICU doctors.  Having a Pediatric Intensivest for Mighty Z sounded like a match/match situation to me at the time, as Mighty Z had been trached and put on a ventilator after being diagnosed in the NICU with CCHS, a serious and life-threatening illness.  Unfortunately, for us ‘match/match’ it was not.  Here's the skinny:


Shortly after taking over Mighty Z’s care when she was about 7-months old, I had a conversation with her Pediatric Intensivest, Dr. X, which I will never forget. It went like this: 
Dr. X: "CCHS is like looking for a Zebra in a field full of horses.  Why, you ask?  Because there are no zebras in a field full of horses."   
Me (a tired mom of a baby on life support): "Ummmm...what?"    
Dr. X saw that I didn’t ‘get’ what he was saying, so he tried another memorable little analogy:  
Dr. X:  "We don’t know if she has CCHS, so it's like a ship that got off course and hit an iceberg.  We don’t go and ask the captain why we got off course, we just start plugging the hole."
Me (a tired and now very confused mom of a baby on life support):  "WHAT??"

Dr. X’s vague analogies had failed him, and it was apparent that we were not yet communicating.  So, he finally went the direct route and stated, "You have to understand that CCHS does not exist," to which I replied that, “CCHS does exist, because the hospital and the neonatologist said it did.”  And that’s when Dr. X dropped a total doozy, and said: “Here’s the deal, CCHS does not exist, and I really think that you have Munchausen’s By Proxy.”   At age 25, (and at that point unaware that Munchausen’s By Proxy Syndrome (MPBS) existed), I didn’t ask him about or understand the implications of his Munchausen’s comment because I was so stunned and still processing that he had just told me that CCHS did not exist.  I was very confused.  Even though I knew what he had said about CCHS not existing did not ‘jive’ with everything I’d learned about the disease in Mighty Z’s then 7-months of life, part of me really wanted to believe that Mighty Z did not have a disease as horrific as CCHS.
    
I went home in sort of a ‘haze’.  When I got there, I told my husband that I didn’t understand what Dr. X had just told me, and I repeated to my husband what Dr. X said about CCHS not existing and that Dr. X thought I had something called Munchausen’s.  At that point, my husband got angry, and he asked me, “Do you know what that means??  It means that Dr. X thinks there is nothing wrong with Mighty Z, and that you made the whole thing up to get attention!”  Color me shocked.  We hit the Internet together to read up on Munchausen’s by proxy, and the more I learned, the madder I got.  I could not believe that Dr. X had just accused me of having my baby trached and vented so that I could get attention when I’d cried buckets of tears and resisted the recommendations to have it done for months.  

I drove straight back to the hospital, and I saw Mighty Z’s medical records beside her bed in the PICU.  I read them, and I saw in Dr. X’s notes that day he wrote his opinions that Mighty Z had a “respiratory problem” and not CCHS, and that I had Munchausen’s By Proxy Syndrome.  And then I went about 50 shades of crazy.  I grabbed Mighty Z’s medical records, and I went into the hospital hallway to confront Dr. X, who was doing his rounds with a medical entourage of about 10 people.  I threw Mighty Z’s medical records in Dr. X’s face, and I yelled, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE HAS A RESPIRATORY PROBLEM??  DOES SHE HAVE ASTHMA?  And, HOW DARE you say that I have Munchausen’s by proxy??  It’s very impressive that I could convince an entire hospital to trach her and put her on a ventilator if there’s nothing wrong with her, when I can’t even get my husband to take out the trash!!   If I was THAT persuasive, then whatever way it was that I’d been able to get the hospital to do what I wanted, I should figure that out and apply it at home!"   I cannot confirm or deny whether I went on to say mean things about Dr. X’s personal appearance that caused his entire entourage to have to stifle their laughter, but I can confirm that Dr. X eventually said, “I’m not having this conversation with you,” before turning and walking away with his entourage in tow.    

Although I wanted to fire Dr. X before leaving the hospital hallway that day, even at 25 I knew that it doesn’t work like that in the real world.  Mighty Z was ventilator-dependent 24/7, and she could not totally be without a physician involved in her care until we were able to locate a better doctor.  Our choices in the small medical community that we lived in at the time were very slim.  So, she (and we) had to suffer through a period of borderline medical neglect (during which time I had to resuscitate Mighty Z often) that Dr. X called "medical care".  Finding the right doctor for Mighty Z became a top priority for us, and with the help of Dr. Keens, one of the top doctors in the U.S. for CCHS, my husband and I found a doctor in Las Vegas who specialized in CCHS, (the disease that per Dr. X I had "made up"), and he agreed to take on Mighty Z’s care. 
Moving to Las Vegas to give Mighty Z a fighting chance at life was a no-brainer, and it didn't take long after getting a ‘green light’ from the Las Vegas CCHS specialist for us to load up and start waking up in Vegas.  When Mighty Z's new doctor read in her medical records Dr. X’s opinion that I had MBPS and had "made up" CCHS in order to have Mighty Z trached and vented, he laughed so hard that he literally fell out of his chair.  He couldn’t believe that any doctor would think that CCHS was a made-up disease, but there it was, right there in Dr. X's records.  


While I don’t think the story of how I 'made-up' CCHS, a disease that was later determined to have a genetic mutation that Mighty Z tested positive for, is nearly as funny as those medical professionals to whom I've since told it during their involvement in Mighty Z's care, I still tell it from time to time – it’s a pretty compelling story, and it gets lots of attention ;)  










                                                          
                                                                                                Ghost writer and Editor Leslie Osborne
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Monday, September 3, 2012

Published Piece

Here is my first published piece, as with most of all my articles and blog post Leslie Osborne helps edit and pulls out of me the heart of the story.. I am excited and yes a little scared to send this article out into to big world.. I hope you enjoy this

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