Back Home from California…Big Decisions to Make

Plane rides and toddler/infants does not equal flying the friendly skies, but we did it, and we learned a lot. Jane Godall said that if we only look at life from our perspective it’s like trying to see the ocean through a rolled up newspaper (something along those lines, I am not sure where my book is.)

We got a new perspective on Gav’s case and met with the guru of pediatric transplants who has since retired at Stanford. We have a lot of thinking to do and a lot of questions, but we better get a move on, since Gav is putting on weight quite rapidly! He broke out of 20 lbs and is at 21 lbs. He has also decided he is too sophisticated for sippy cups and likes open adult glasses with straws, and pretty much anything that anyone else is drinking.

Lauren loved the “pom pom” trees (or to the rest of us, palm trees) and the pool (her utopia). Those were the top two…she also told me that she does not think that I am funny anymore so I should stop teasing her (I may or may not have had her looking for care bears on the plane, but who knows it could have happened, anything could have happened) she was not amused. She also said that she loved the weather until Jay told her it’s like this all year round. Then she started to cry for all the boys and girls in CA because if there was no snow, that must mean there is no Santa for them. Four year old girls are emotional, they should write a heads up manual per age. We set her straight, and she did recover, but it was quite devastating there for a brief period of time. We had a lay over each way in Denver and Lauren called it Calarada like “o’s” don’t exist…we found it adorable so of course we made her say it like a million times. We lucked out and saw fireworks over the capital on our homecoming (which we of course told her, were set off for her and Gav).

Gav did very well, except for the fact that some people who sit in economy seating still think it’s okay to recline their seats (it’s not) and he may or may not have been able to grab a few fistfuls of the so aforementioned passenger’s hair “on accident” when this gentleman was sitting on my lap (I mean reclined in front of me). Gav is into hats right now and pointing. So he really doesn’t care for hats that fit him, just other people’s. Maybe it’s actually a way for him to tease other people as they walk around with hat hair and he’s all cute with this oversized lid on his head. Gav is a pointing machine and really likes to tell you what he wants. When he gets really happy he claps his little feet together! He did really well on the plane, they both did, for that matter, a little rough on the final leg(ok, way rough), but if it would have been socially acceptable for a thirty year old to throw a temper tantrum, I may have as well…it was a touch exhausting.

So exhausting that for the first time ever in Jay’s life he went to bed without knowing if the Cubs had won or lost. Stanford and CA were beautiful! It was so amazing to walk to the park out there and basically be surrounded by a flower shop. From a wanna be
gardener, they have amazing flowers out there. (Tragically, I don’t think they have my picture by a register saying don’t sell flowers to this woman because many have tried and just not survived.) It was a great trip, and it was just nice to know that we accomplished it with like 8 bags of luggage for four days, but a lot of hard work and planning and we made it out there with everything that we needed.

I think that we learned so much that will come in handy with Gav’s transplant, and what to expect. I guess I had figured that we had been through the worst of it, but it seems now that may lay ahead…hopefully we will find some reserve strength in here somewhere to plow through it and there will be some angel floating above Gav, since there is no other acceptable option. The first words out of their mouths were that there are no guarantees. “I don’t buy anything without a guarantee,” I told them. And continued to let them know that they will have to work on that…humor went unappreciated again (they however, were not four).

We’ve given ourselves a week to decipher our options, about what we want to do, where we want to go. I wish I could have a conference call with God and all his doctors. How are you supposed to make this kind of decision? We are leaning strongly one way for a strong fifteen seconds, and then the other the next. Regardless, it’s so good to be home and back to life at the house. Sometimes you forget how good you have it, but there truly is nothing like coming home! Still a little heady, so I am not going to go into specifics at this point, but we should know more soon!

Jill

Whose Baby Is This? Gavy Is An Eating, Talking, and Climbing Machine!

Whose baby is this? My kitchen floor looks like my shirts…there are food stains everywhere, from none other than Gavin. It is amazing, we are going on the second day of this and I still can’t believe it, Gavin is feeling better and is EATING, actual real people food, chewing, eating and SWALLOWING it! From peanut butter, cottage cheese, bread and butter, noodles…he actually ripped the hot dog out of Lauren’s hand today at the Farmers Market and ate the bun. He also is going up and DOWN a whole flight of stairs…I think I am in shock. Gavy’s transformation is like magic… “Boop”, I’m better and I can say the word “no”, and sign the word “fish” and climb stairs and eat—-we are treading lightly from one miracle to another! I think that I have to re hinge my jaw, because just typing it, I still drop jaw!

Lauren and I have checked out a French teaching CD and are learning to speak “Madeline”. I can now tell you the “wee wee” is actually “oui oui” and she officially can say my name is, hello, good bye, please and thank you about 25% of the time…Jay is convinced that I should be teaching her Spanish, but seeing how I don’t speak either, there is little I can actually do but learn with her and promise her that this will come in handy when she is thirteen and doesn’t want me to understand what she is talking to her friends about on the phone!

Lauren waffles from excitement to sadness about going to CA. She doesn’t want to leave her friends (she is somewhat convinced that they MAY move while we are away). Today she came down and said that she packed her bags…she packed a solo Madeline book…Jay asked, “Lauren, what are you going to wear then?” Lauren said, “I packed my head.” I think now I should let her pack for the rest of us, since sometimes I think I’ve lost mine.

It’s funny, we meet with a lot of “medical professionals” and what Jay and I refer to as “ologists” (anyone with a specialty) and I often wonder if they get a class in med school explaining that the parents of sick kids are totally insane (this probably goes for parents in general, because when I used to teach I saw this as well). We may not act like it, you learn to bluff the normalcy, but really you are insane…it’s your kid and your prerogative to think that they are a hilarious genius who may model while they build their career to the presidency, while creating world peace on the side…so we will see how well we can bluff cool calm and collected in CA, we have to pack our heads!

Well, I better stop typing and better start packing (it’s like the oh my, I have so much to do, but I am just frozen because I don’t know where to begin). I think it was Bob Hope that said “I think that I have been to almost as many places as my luggage”, so we have to figure out the necessities for carry ons and leave nothing to chance!

Jill

Gav Has Several Stays in Emergency Room…Just Turning Corner Today

July 3,4, 5, 6th we spent inside the Emergency room for Gavs (luckily each night we got to take him home with us)… I just cringe thinking about it… he got really sick this time, fevers up to 103 on Tylenol, I woke up one morning and I thought that he wasn’t breathing… it was terrifying, just hit home again just how sick he is. Like everything in life, things after awhile become normal, and his disease is just a normal part to him, but to see him so lifeless just laying there was shattering. As I was driving him in I was praying to God to take care of my baby, and basically promised him everything under the sun if he can just grant me this wish! His little arms look like pin cushions but now we found our new “go to” people at the blood lab so that shouldn’t happen again. Six tries for an IV line on him this time, I could hear him screaming in my nightly nightmares.

He just started to turn the corner today, broke his fever and now has a full body rash, took him to urgent care today and they are not concerned about it. As he gets older it seems to be more traumatic. He doesn’t want to be set down still, and I woke up this morning and could barely get up because my back hurts so bad. When he’s in the hospital he just wants me for comfort, and he won’t let me sit or put him down, the only place he feels safe is in my arms. I am glad that I can offer him that, and when it’s your babe reaching up to you, you always find the strength to pick them up.

Lauren got to see her fireworks. Her and Jay laid out and watched the show from our front yard, I was too tired and didn’t make it up for them, always next year! Lauren loved it, you can just see the sheer happiness splash in her brown pool eyes! She has perfected the art of, “just another” before bed to keep awake just a hair past our sanity point. The other night she asked Jay for a glass of water and said, “we kids are a lot of work aren’t we?” Jay said “you’re telling me” and Lauren’s response was, “well, I have to stay hydrated.” With that Jay slid one sleepy foot in front of the other and got her a water, Jay 0 Lauren 1.

Lauren has also started to speak French thanks to Madaline. Today she was telling me in the car, “if my friends ask me if I can play, or if I want gummi worms, I can say ‘wee wee’”. Genius, friends and candy and a little French, can you get more cultured than that?

We are going to be looking at Lucille Packard in CA they do the most pediatric transplants for kids under two and have a very high success rate. Its been an experience, and hopefully all this planning will make for an easy travel. It will be the first time for the kids on a plane, and hauling all his medical stuff with us is going to be a project. We are very happy where we are now, but the CA program does more and has a longer steroid free treatment program that has been done on infants. If we decide to do transplant there, we will be out there for 100 days, but they have a Ronald McDonald house for us to stay in and where there is a will there is a way. Gav will be in the hospital for almost all of it, I will be recovering in some strange place (it will be a longer recovery since it won’t be laparoscopic, kids under 5 do better with the old way of removing the kidney, so that’s what we are going to do), but again, you do what you need to do, and hopefully the sun out there will give off some comfort. There are a lot of loose ends with all of it, but we will do whatever is best for our little man and our little girl. Just looking forward. After this stint in the hospital with Gav there is no more fear, just anticipation to seeing him feel better. It’s kinda like when you are pregnant for the first seven months you are scared for labor and in the end you’d do just about anything to have that baby get out of you.

My brother, his wife and son are in from Oregon so we are busy trying to get some quality time in with them before they leave. There is nothing like family! Take Care and may there be rainbows in your tomorrow! (we really need the rain!)

Jill

False Alarm, No Peritonitis for Gav…He’s Feeling Great!

False Alarm! Gav had presented like peritonitis, but in the end, after two days of running in fluid samples, his white blood cells had tamed down and he was feeling great. So they don’t know what it was, but it was not peritonitis!

We had a moment this week when we decided Jay and I are officially kinda “grown ups” (do you ever really feel like a grown up?) and parents…Jay went to plug a pesky parking meter and all he had were “Chuck-e-Cheese” coins. We also decided to do a haircut to our lawn midweek instead of postponing till the weekend when Lauren said to Jay, “look Dad, we are growing a tree outside,” it of course, was not a tree, but a weed that had grown to about her height! And I gave my first official dirty look to a pack of teenagers that used curse words around my little cherubs at the county fair…

Have you ever had the feeling that you have just crammed a whole summer into a weekend! This weekend started on Thursday when we went downtown to get in on the wristband night for Lauren at the local fair. She was a brave little trooper and rode the dragon roller coaster with her little friends and loved it, although this year, the hands stayed on the bar (taming down a bit from the hands flying above the head last year). Her favorite, she said, was the nauseating ride that you spin yourself in a circle until you can’t stand up, so she rode that a good five times before we were scared from the fair with the impending thunder booms. She spun herself right into her car seat and fell fast asleep on the way home. Gav loved the bright lights and people watching as we pushed him around in his little red convertible. He wants to be a big kid so bad and ached to get on the rides and run around with the kids (maybe next summer).

Friday, we biked to the library for a little story time and to get Lauren’s pick of her weekly movie. Her newest obsession is Madeline, a little red headed French girl, who gets into some sticky situations. Gav tried to convince another mother that he could indeed hold her baby (he is into babies right now, he wants to hold and love them and just be their friends). However, he has not said “baby” yet (he calls them by his standard “dog”). We then chased down some jumbo bubbles that were out to attack the neighborhood…my two kids and the neighbor kids saved us (you can thank them later). Gav went after them more with his mouth than fingers, but who’s to judge, it made for a good popping sight. Then, it was early to bed since Lauren had her big wheel race the next day after the parade.

Jay and I had joked about putting Lauren into training for the big race, and she took us seriously. So every night she was out on her “Diego” big wheel, up and down the street working her little heart out. She is a very dedicated athlete (and apparently, Jay and I are over competitive, because we had inadvertently convinced our three year old that training for a big wheel race is a good idea). On race day, we had her all lined up ready to go and you saw all the dads at the starting line giving their last minute “how to” race advice and Lauren takes off and places second in her heat, after a little wheel slippage since they are just a hair long for her legs (Jay and I are convinced that this is what sealed her fate). Long story short, she makes it to the semi-finals and loses interest and is bumped from the finals. This year no trophy, but a nice big wheel shirt and now we know we have two more years to train her(just kidding), look out 2009! It was loads of fun, she still called everyone in the family and told them that she won, so life is still good! We capped off the evening with a campfire and a smore-making fiasco! Marshmallows everywhere!

Sunday, I had a little me and Lauren time (like the first time in two years so it was very special) and I took her to the pool and splashed around a bit. Forget 18, apparently kids become adults at almost 4, because she could “do it herself momma” and not only could she do it herself, but I had to be like 100 feet away. Gav and his Dad bonded at home with a little walking and ball rolling (Jay thinks he has quite the arm and has not yet fully ruled out the Major Leagues). When we got home, we had a cook out for Grandma Nancy and Papa Dino and her cousin Katie who played and played and played.

I think tonight the kids are putting us to bed because they still seem wide awake while Jay and I are stumbling up the stairs! Sweet dreams and here’s to chasing fireflies that flicker at night!

Jill

Gavin Admitted to Hospital Last Night…Need Your Prayers.

Gavin was admitted to Children’s Hospital last night after a rough week of two procedures. They are not 100% sure what is going on, so they will be doing some more tests right now. They are currently working on hydrating him through an IV they placed in his leg…we are hoping that we will be out of here later today so we can all celebrate what an amazing father Jay is at our house!

Keep praying, he is in fair spirits, a little cranky, but still playing peek-a-boo and givin’ out love (however, anyone in scrubs is not gettin’ the love!)

Jill

Life…It Is What We Make Of It

There is no such thing as normal. I was on the phone the other day when my older brother broke that news to me…”There is no such thing as a normal life, there is just life, Jill”…it’s funny how when you are outside of normal you try to break back in, like it’s an exclusive club that you have been denied access to, but when you are in it, normalcy, you grow restless and you try to break out of it. I can complain because I am tired, but I am happy with the two little kiddos that take all my time, and there is no other place that I would rather be. I can be angry that my son has been inflicted with this disease, but then he has survived, more than survived, he has become a warrior, and for that we are forever grateful…I can cry because I don’t know what tomorrow brings, or be happy in the fact that I still hope that tomorrow is coming…my life may be unpredictable but we have been blessed.

I remember when Gav was first born, when my body could not stay awake any longer, I would drift into sleep and dream that this was all a nightmare and when I woke up it would go away, but then instead of an alarm clock I would wake up to a “ding ding ding” and it was like the start of a boxing match. I kept thinking, then, that it was a battle with God that every day I was in the ring with him fighting for Gavin to stay here with us, I was so mad. It was so surreal, you always say you “just” want a healthy baby, but you never really think that you are going to have an unhealthy baby. Even when I was coming in daily for monitoring with Gavin in the womb I thought, these doctors are probably overreacting, they are probably wrong. It’s like you are in a strange fog when science can’t explain it. This disease has brought me to my knees several times, but I have gotten stronger and less angry and more and more grateful…not for the disease, but for what it has forced me to learn. There are no promises, there are moments, and what we make of life is what it is.

I’m not sure if you saw the news story about the transplant heroes that crashed their plane while flying to Michigan…I just wanted to take a moment and remember them. People who decide to do these jobs: doctors, nurses, surgeons, scientists they are our angels without wings, and some of them now just got their own pair. I have met amazing people in the health care profession, some started our journey with us and are no longer a part of our care, some are still with us and I am sure there are some that we have not met yet, but each and every one of them is why we have our son today…each hold a place in our heart that can never be touched and will never be forgotten. They are brilliant, talented, loving individuals who give a big chunk of their life to make other people’s life better. I listened to a news conference of the family members of those who were lost, and they said if any good can come of this tragedy, may it be to highlight the need of organ donation…May they be blessed and all those who love them!

I hadn’t journaled for a while, I was in a bit of a mental winter. It’s funny – for two years I have been waiting, praying for transplant, and now that we are getting closer and closer, it’s getting scary…just the unexpected, the different cares. I feel like I could do dialysis in my sleep, but this will be a whole new ball game, and the weight of making these kind of decisions keeps you up at night…weighing all the pros and cons of every center so that you never look back and think, we could have done something more…filling out the living will and thinking about what could all happen, it’s a lot to imagine. God forbid, I know that if anything did happen to me there is no doubt that if I had to do it all over again I would do it again and again and again… know that Gav, there is nothing in this world I would not give you or your sister! I can’t even think about losing Gavin, because that is one thing that I don’t ever think I could bare.

Lauren is still amazing with each bat of her lashes. She recently fed the giraffes at the zoo and petted sting rays while riding on miniature ponies and convincing her Grammy that getting a blue moon ice cream would be top notch…I tell you I would like to do a tag team on her life sometimes! Then there was her star debut, her first performance on stage. It’s pretty cute to see 12 little shiny patent leather tap shoes under the curtain skirt and six smiling faces as it opens. Jay and I thought she may be a flight risk, but just the opposite, she almost had to be peeled off the stage. Blowing kisses to the audience and curtsying with the best of them – it was quite adorable. She wakes up every morning and lets me know that she is “all fired up” and does a couple of playful punching jabs in the air like she is ready to fight through this upcoming fun-filled day with all that she’s got! We made a vegetable garden in her old sandbox and I am hoping that something grows out of it (I do not have a green thumb) but we are happy that the seeds are sprouting!

Gav seems to be doing much better, in fact he is turning into quite the little handful! He is up to high 20 lb range and now is off the growth hormone because we think that may be what is causing the allergies…he is a crawling like crazy (his favorite is trying to climb the stairs) and is starting to walk a short distance while I hold his hands up. Every time I see him moving it reminds me of the dancing baby on Ally McBeal. We have a bit of a bad slapping habit that we are working on curbing, but he always has been our little Muhammad Ali! He had a procedure done on Monday (6/11), but we still didn’t get the answers that we needed. The nurses in recovery said that he woke up swinging…he’s one tough cookie, he knows when to laugh and when to fight! They give kids a drug before they go in that makes them forget what happens and makes them a little loopy (they probably should extend the same courtesy to their parents) and he was loving up the nurses and the anesthesiologist before being taken in. Hopping from one to another and giving “zerberts” while completely out of it… no exposed skin is safe from the zerbert attack!

Hope you are enjoying the sun, I know the kids are starting to get tan because from the moment they wake up until we drag them kicking and screaming to bed that is where they want to be! Take Care and may you be blessed!

Jill

Jill Declared Gav’s Official Kidney Donor…Thank You for Your Prayers!

ONE OF THE BEST DAYS EVER HAPPENED TODAY, I’VE OFFICIALLY BEEN DECLARED AN ELIGIBLE DONOR AND GAV’S LAST SURGICAL OBSTACLE HAS BEEN AVOIDED. WE FEEL AS THOUGH WE ARE STEALING ALL THE MIRACLES AND WANT TO THANK EVERYONE FOR ALL THE PRAYERS, THEY ARE WORKING!!!!!!!!!!!

WE ARE LOOKING AT TRANSPLANT ANYWHERE BETWEEN JULY TO SEPTEMBER, JUST A FEW MORE LBS AND ALL OBSTACLES WILL DISAPPEAR! THANK YOU GOD, ITS AMAZING!!!!!

Jill

Thank you In Pro Corporation!

There exists yet another presence in sweet baby Gavin’s life that is hard to glimpse but that gives precious moments of comfort. To that end we would graciously like to thank the In Pro Corporation for their generous donation of $500 to his campaign fund. It is said, “life is not measured by the breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.” Thank you In Pro for “that very special moment.”

We would also like to thank deeply, Ms. Teri L. Sowle for bringing baby Gavin’s story to In Pro Corporation and for her and her husband, Justin S. Jablonski’s kind donation. Thank you so much Teri for your warm and tender hand.