Here's our beautiful boy just a few days after he was born.
Seeing
as this is the first post, I suppose I should start at the beginning.
The intent of this blog is to give family and friends an opportunity to
follow Huxley's journey and for us to be able to raise awareness
about hypoxic ischemic encephalopathy and cerebral palsy.
Huxley
was born at home on June 11th 2014, after an uneventful (and what I
consider empowering labour and delivery). He didn't give a big cry or
'pink up' like our midwives would have liked so the decision was made to
transfer to the hospital. Huxley was delivered right up onto my chest
and then was almost immediately given oxygen while still on me. You can
imagine the overwhelming feelings of both fear and joy flying around the
room. Our birth team remained very calm during the whole process.
Huxley and hubby went first via ambulance to the hospital and I remained
at home until I was able to be stitched up and transferred.
A change of scenery:
Once
at the hospital Huxley was brought to the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care
Unit) where the team there tried to figure out what happened to him. I
was not able to see Huxley until 5 hours after he was born. (I wasn't
able to hold him for another 24hrs). Those were the longest hours of my
life. When we saw Huxley all covered with wires hooked up to monitors he
was very rigid and was screaming out. I sat there singing to him to try
and make him feel safe. It wasn't until a few more hours that Huxley
began to have seizures, it was too late for a 'cooling' treatment that
can stop swelling of the brain and can stop further damage from
occurring. The Dr's still didn't know why Huxley was having seizures. A
few days later a neurologist ordered a MRI to help explain the seizure
activity and to give us an idea about what was happening to Huxley. His
tone was still abnormal and his suck and swallow was weak. I don't think
I've ever cried so much in my life. I was in a perpetual state of shock
all swollen and snotty. My poor amazing husband stayed so strong and
that strength continues to propel me forward. My mum, doula, and best
friend also need a 'shout out' because they sat with me day in and day
out while I held my beautiful boy and tried to breastfeed him. I will be
forever grateful to them, Oh man. The day the neurologist read out the
MRI report out to us will be burned into my memory for forever. It was
an awful day. She sat there and very clinically told us that our boys
brain was damaged due to a lack of oxygen she suspects from intermittent
cord compressions that happened some time during labour or maybe even
during pregnancy. This was happening to our sweet angel and was totally
undetected despite regular monitoring. A freaky thing that no one ever
thinks will happen to them.
So
there it is. A diagnosis of hypoxic ischemic encephalopathy (which is a
fancy way of saying that he lost oxygen and it caused damage to his
brain), around two is when they would official diagnose him with
cerebral palsy. We were in denial for a while but we know its coming.
Every day I get a little more comfortable with it.
We
spent 16 days in the NICU, Huxley went from a NG tube for feeds, to a
bottle, and then eventually to the breast! That was an incredible day.
After Huxley was able to take full feeds from me they let us take him
home. Home to a world full of unanswered questions, fear, and excitement
about the future. I was so stressed out that I broke out in a full body
rash and my immune system took such a hit that I caught hand foot and
mouth disease. Not. Fun.
Fast forward:
Huxley
turned one two days ago! This has been a ridiculously challenging year.
Huxley tries so hard everyday to sit, crawl, walk, and coordinate his
hands. The damage is in the area of his brain that controls motor
function. He is so determined, he's spunky, he's sweet. He's our amazing
boy! He loves music, going for walks, he lights up a room with his
smile. He's a little explorer of the world and we couldn't be more
proud!
xo
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