Iliana has a lot of tubes. For many reasons.
I don’t know if she knows what they are all for, but she is learning to
talk about them. And that is
powerful because her simple words allow us to experience her perspective.
We have been talking about this admission for a long
time. We have been waiting for it
since January. Praying for it
since March. Finally, preparing for
it since May. And finally, here we
are. Everyday for the past two
weeks has been a count down.
“Mommy I don’t want to go to the hospital and have a tube in my
hand.” Hard to explain to a three
year old why we do things we don’t want to do.
When Iliana was born, she didn’t have an esophagus. The tissue that she had ended in a
pouch. She was hooked up to
suction so that she would not drown on her own spit. She was fed through a mic-key button in her tummy. Then finally, she was connected and we
believed that she would be able to eat, drink, and be free of all the
tubes. She never healed from the
surgery because there was simply not enough tissue to connect to her
stomach. So, she came home with a
feeding tube in her tummy, a
surgical wire that came out of her nose, and a suction tube that came out the
back of her chest. Our family had
to adjust from the furthest thing from normal. We became protective of her tubes because they were Iliana’s
and she needed them. They were
part of her.
When she was almost 9 months old, the surgical team decided
that the connection had officially failed. She would have a gastric pull up. Her stomach now sits behind her lungs. In order to do this surgery, our team
of very gifted surgeons had to take apart her chest cavity and abdomen. The surgery was close to 16 hours. It is on par with a heart
transplant. They gave me back my
baby, a badly brusied and swollen child.
She was on an oscillator that breathed for her because one of her lungs
had been knicked and collapsed during the surgery. She had a breaking tube. A tube to drain the blood from her nose. A larger suction tube in her back. She had two IVs. And she stayed this way, unresponsive,
for almost two weeks in PICU.
During the second week, two other children died in PICU, and I was
thankful that she was still there, somewhere. Again, we believed that she would learn how to eat and gain
independence from all these tubes and machines that she needed to live. We were assured that she would be
tubeless by the time she was 18 months.
By 18 months, she was having more studies. Swallow studies, upper GIs, follow
throughs. She was not eating. In fact, when we would try to feed her,
she would vomit. Some nights she
went through three pairs of pj’s and I could not keep up with washing her
sheets. Everyone was baffled. It was maddening for her surgeon. Out of nearly a dozen cases, she was
the only one not eating. It was
discouraging for us. This is not
what we had hoped for our amazing daughter.
By two she had two more major surgeries. She had learned that she didn’t like
IVs. Yet, she continued to be
unable to eat. And she continued
to vomit. One a good day only a
few times during the night.
And, by age three, we learned that her gut did not function
normally. We had spent so much
time and energy evaluating how her stomach had worked, that we had all looked
past her intestines. She is not
able to poop normally. She is on
adult dosage of miralax, twice daily through her j-tube that keeps her
fed. And finally, she has nightly
enemas to force her body to get rid of the excess. She cries every night when we do this.
She has had a lot of tubes in her life. And to her credit, she is a brave
little girl. You have to only look
into her untamed eyes to see a fierceness in spirit. She is also like a pixie, floating from person to person in
life, enchanting them with her smile and not listening to a thing they
say. She will wrestle her brother,
tube, nail polished fingers, princess dress and all. She is always on her tip toes. She dances all the time with her tube dangling around her
feet. Sometimes in her spontaneous bursts of energy, she pulls her tube out of
her stomach and our lives stop until have it placed back in the hole in her
skin that goes directly to her stomach.
She cries for this also because now she is able to tell me that it
hurts.
I now really hate the question, “How much longer do you
expect her to be on the tube?” I
know the question is being framed out of curiosity and concern, but we have
hoped so many times that she would be able to eat normally instead of being
pumped with food 18-21 hours a day.
But this is not the case as we don’t hope for life without the tube
anymore, we hope to understand why Iliana’s body doesn’t work.
Tonight, we are preparing for one of the hardest things we
have ever asked her to do. She is
getting a gut clean out for the fifth time in her life. July 11th, they will take
her to the OR and place live cathaders in her body. One will go down nose tracking the movement and response to
where her small intestine ends.
The other will be placed up her bottom to the start of her large
intestine. During these three
days, she will have no sedation or pain management, nothing that would slow her
gut down further. She will also
have her IV and jtube. We are
asking so much of her. We have to
do this test to determine what in her digestive track works and what fails
her. She is tenacious. I know she will be able to do this in
spite of the discomfort and challenge.
Our hope is to leave on Friday or Saturday with knowledge of Iliana’s
body function and determine the next steps to help her.
At the same time, as I was tucking her in her hospital bed
tonight, we sang her favorite song from church, I wish you could see her sing
it. She holds up her small arms
that she believes to be beastly expressions of strength and with a full cheeked
smile and dancing eyes she said, “My God is so BIG (emphasis… ) so strong (with
furrowed brows) and so midy (mighty)…. There’s nuffing (sweeping her arms in a
frantic motioning of a safe as her IV tube snakes wildly) My God can not do.”
She speaks truth.
Tubes and all.
I get it. Totally and completely. And I hope you saw that today my little warrior princess swam and played and ran. God is mighty. And so are our girls.
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LOVE!!!!
Thank you, J, for sharing this. I can't fathom the pain your family has been through with this journey. Praying for God'ss hand to guide, comfort, and heal!
ReplyDeleteFather, please, please, please, give Iliana strength, peace, and comfort, and for her parents also. Please let these tests generate the data needed to determine what must be done next. Thank you that you care for the least of these, that these are the ones who praise You, with "Hosanna"....and their beastly expressions of your strength...how beautiful to Your heart is Iliana's simple faith. Grant to all a clarity of mind, a peaceful heart, strength of spirit, and steady hands. Bless Iliana's parents with comfort as they rest in their Sovereign Christ. Amen.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing the whole story. I'm so sorry she has to do this 3 day study. I will be praying. God is mighty!
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