Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Yesterday's appointment was good... well as good as it can be these days. We did an echocardiogram on Ethan's heart to see what his status is now. The pressure in his decompressing vein has actually gone down a tiny bit. (YAY!! Prayers are working!!) It is still not good, but it hasn't gotten worse. At this point, we'll take that as a blessing. He still has hypertension in his left atrium and they can still see that this is causing blood to flow backwards to his lungs, which is not good. But, to me, this is an answer to our prayers. And your prayers. And all the thousands of prayers that have been offered for us and for Ethan. My mom was saying yesterday that there are SO many people praying for us right now. People we know and love, and also people we don't even know. That is amazing to me. We are so blessed. With the way Ethan's anatomy looked yesterday, Dr. B is hopeful that Ethan will come out with 50-60% oxygen levels, which means we can have a little more time with him. He says that we will be intervening with urgency, but it won't have to be emergent. This is comforting to me. This means we will have the chance to hold him and be with him for a few minutes before they take him off to the cath lab. I think I will feel a lot better sending him to surgery if I at least have had the chance to hold him. We aren't going to act on that "hope" though. Obviously we will still need to be prepared for what might have to happen if he comes out sicker than we think and things need to happen right away.
This brings me to the wrench that Dr. B threw into our plans yesterday. Ethan's birth date... this requires a little bit of a back story... After our last cardiology appointment (two weeks ago), we came home knowing that at the next one we would be talking more about delivery dates for Ethan. After thinking about that for a couple days, we realized that it was only about a month away and we needed to know sooner, rather than later, when this was all going to happen. I had an appointment the next day with my OB and planned to meet with Megan (our hospital coordinator) afterwards too. I planned to ask her to see if she could at least get a delivery date nailed down for us. So that Friday, I went to my appointment and talked with Megan. She had already come to the conclusion that we had (that we only had about a month left before everything happened) and she had planned a meeting that afternoon with all the doctors involved (our cardiologist, my OB doctor, one of the neonatologists from the hospital, the cardiac surgeon, and the cath lab doctor (or is he a surgeon?)). She planned on talking through scenarios with the doctors, informing them of our wishes, and having them decide on what type/date of delivery would be best for Ethan. I was so happy when she told me about this meeting. She is wonderful. I asked her to please call me and let me know what date they decided on so we could plan accordingly. She called me that afternoon and said that they had all agreed on September 23. On that date I would be 39 weeks, so Ethan would be a good size baby to operate on. They would induce me to deliver vaginally. (Babies delivered via c-section typically have more respiratory problems and that is the last thing Ethan needs.) And my job is to keep him inside me, nice and cozy, until then. We promptly called our families and let them know that if they wanted to meet Ethan, they would need to be here that day. Flights were booked right away.
Now here's the wrench: At our appointment yesterday, Dr. B tells us that he thinks the best day for Ethan to come is on September 30, my actual due date. His opinion is that one more week means one more pound on Ethan and a better chance for his ability to make it through surgeries. (Great, but where was that opinion two weeks ago?!) It really does make sense, and I actually feel really good about that, but it is now a logistics issue. Today, Megan is running around and making phone calls to see if all those doctors will agree to this new plan. She has to check with my OB, the cardiac surgeon, and the cath lab doctor to make sure they are on board. (We already talked to the neonatologist about it, more on that later.) So I should get a phone call from her this afternoon and then we can have all our family members change their flights. The small risk about this plan is that I could go into labor spontaneously. But, since it's my first baby, I feel like that is less likely to happen before my due date. And if it does happen, we will have several hours of labor to wait through before Ethan actually makes his appearance. And really, if the doctors thought I'd make it to the 23rd, then there is really only one week of "risk" of me going into labor spontaneously. So if that becomes the new plan, that last week we will be avoiding spicy food, castor oil, and walking of any kind. :) So I would be induced for a vaginal birth, the night of the 29th. Dr. B said I'm going to be mad at him that whole last week, thinking that we could have gotten him out a week earlier, haha. But really, I feel like Ethan's health is far more important than my comfort level. And currently, at 35 weeks, I'm still relatively comfortable. (Now all you who have made it to 40+ weeks in your pregnancy can tell me how bad it gets at the end... just kidding, please don't.)
After our cardiology appointment, Megan took us over to the hospital to meet with one of the neonatologists. He is one of the doctors who will be caring for Ethan in the NICU. There are nine doctors on his team and while Ethan is in their care we will be in contact with one of them every day. (Another reason why we decided on this hospital... we will not be talking to residents and fellows. We will be talking with Ethan's actual doctors on a regular basis.) He talked us through how Ethan's care will be handled after birth. When I deliver Ethan there will be one or more of the neonatologists in the delivery room. Right after he comes out they will intubate him and see if that helps his oxygen levels to go up. This doctor has personally worked on two other cases (in his 11 years of practice) of babies with an intact atrial septum, like Ethan. Both babies died. He said that the problem is that the lungs fill up with fluid so fast, and there is no way to get it out. Since Ethan has this anomalous decompressing vein, hopefully he has a little bit more of a chance. But only time will tell. There are so many question marks. He also said that things change so much once the baby comes out and takes his first real breath. After that, things can be very different from what they saw in utero. So we will prepare and pray.
I think that is all the highlights from yesterday. While writing this post, Megan called me and told me that everyone's on board for a September 30 delivery date. Yay! So that is the plan... for now.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
I guess first of all, Jeff and I want to thank all of you for your support the past few weeks. We have had so many prayers offered in our behalf and so many wonderful people who care about us and ask how we are doing everyday. We really appreciate every kind word and positive thought you have sent our way. It really helps us keep going. So thank you.
Well, the past few weeks have been full of waiting. Waiting for Boston to review our case. Waiting for our cardiologist to call us and tell us what he's heard. Waiting to have all the information necessary to make the next decision. Over the past few weeks I had made calls to our cardiologist, but heard nothing back. So Tuesday at my non-stress test (NST) I was able to visit with our hospital's "program coordinator." (Her name is Megan and she has been so helpful for us. She is basically a go-between for us and all the doctors and hospital staff. She also sits in on the cardiology conference every week where they talk about cases/families like us. She is in these meetings with cardiologists, neonatologists, the cardiac surgeons, etc. so she really knows what's going on.) She told me that when she asked our cardiologist about Boston, he still hadn't heard anything back from them and he had been trying to get a hold of them with emails and phone calls daily. Megan was really concerned for us because she knew this was time sensitive with me being 32 weeks along and them wanting to perform the surgery by 34 weeks. Anyway, long story short, because she was so persistent, we were able to hear back from Boston on Friday. I talked to our doctor over the phone Friday afternoon and get a little bit of an idea about what they thought. He wanted to have us come in asap to get another good look at Ethan's heart and discuss our options. We set up the appointment for Tuesday morning (yesterday). [Side note: I already had an ultrasound appointment later that morning and an NST that afternoon and I wasn't sure how long our cardiology appointment would be. I called Megan to hear her thoughts about what I should do and her reaction was, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." See how wonderful she is? She totally re-scheduled all my appointments for me and I didn't have to do anything.]
So, Tuesday we headed to the cardiologist. My mom met us there to give me a ride home, since Jeff was going straight to work after the appointment. We are so grateful that she was willing to drop everything and be there. After talking to our doctor Friday afternoon, I kind of knew we would not be having an easy conversation and the more ears hearing the information, the better. We had a fetal-echo that was actually only about 40 minutes long this time! I think they were really just focusing on a few aspects of his heart this time. The sonographer was able to take some cute pictures of Ethan for us and show us the "hair" on his head, his cute chubby cheeks, and we were even able to see him playing with his toes. :) He was moving around a ton... she commented that he was being a "wild man" in there. It was so fun to see him doing so well.
After that it was time to have "the conversation." Megan came in to see us and actually offered to stay to hear all the same information we were hearing. That was such a blessing. She would hear the information otherwise, but this way she heard it first-hand without me and/or the doctors having to relay everything over again. Our cardiologist first told us that Ethan's anatomy is the same as what they saw last month. The pressure in his decompressing vein has not gotten any worse, but it is still bad. He still has hypertension in the left atrium, which is causing damage to his lungs. He said that this is what is causing the most problems and what will ultimately determine how long Ethan will be able to live. (Kind of ironic that his lungs are the real problem, not his heart.)
We talked about Boston. Their success rate for doing this fetal intervention surgery is not good. It's 50% at best, and they use the term "success" very loosely. What it means to them is that they baby didn't die right away. If the baby made it through the surgery okay, only to live a month or so longer, that was still considered "successful." Also, in some cases they were able to make a hole in the heart and place the stent successfully, in other cases the stent did not get placed correctly, and it really didn't make a difference in the overall health of the baby. Some babies with successful stent placements died, while other babies with un-successful stent placements lived longer. All things considered, it really isn't a good option for us. Jeff asked some great questions that I wasn't thinking of like, "Would it at least stop more damage from happening to the lungs between now and then?" Our doctor says that they have tried to study that, but there is no real solid evidence that it even does that. The hard part is that this is so rare, that there are not enough statistics to really know anything conclusive. Boston is the #1 hospital doing this fetal intervention and their most recent study only had 9 cases to look at. We talked about every one. None are very hopeful. We decided that Boston isn't for us. It would require moving there for several months (leaving next week) while we did the intervention, made sure I didn't go into labor early, deliver there, and stay (for who knows how long) until Ethan is stable enough to come home. It just wouldn't be the best situation for us.
So then we talked about Ethan's overall prognosis. It is not good. Other babies that are born with this type of anatomy and lung damage do not live long. Their best guess is that Ethan has a 5-10% chance of living to the age of 5. That is our best-case scenario. Even then, his life will be filled with constant hospital stays, numerous medications, and very few "healthy" moments. This makes me so sad for him. I wish I could give him a better life. Most likely we will have him for a few days? weeks? months? We really don't know. It really comes down to how healthy or sick he is when he is born. So, the state of his lungs and his oxygen levels. Good oxygen levels for Ethan would be 50-60%. At this level, they would actually consider some cath lab or surgical options. But he may come out with only 30% oxygen levels, in which case, he would be too sick to operate on. So the better his oxygen levels, the more time we can have with him.
Our after-birth options really come down to deciding between giving him comfort care and letting his body pass on its own, or trying to do anything and everything possible to prolong his life. To say this is a difficult decision is an understatement. How do you even choose? Jeff and I have talked about our initial feelings on this decision and have discussed them with the doctors and with our families. But please forgive me for not writing them publicly on the internet or sharing them with everyone who asks. It's just too personal. It's not easy. Things can change. Nothing is set in stone at this point and our feelings may change. For now we are discussing it as a couple, listening closely to the Holy Ghost and constantly praying to know if what we are thinking is right for Ethan.
Our feelings at this time are very tender. We are very sensitive. These are the kind of conversations and decisions you never thought you'd have to think about. Yet somehow, here we are. This is our reality. We know Heavenly Father performs miracles. Last night we were talking that Ethan's decompressing vein is a miracle. They have no idea why/how his body grew that vein, but it is his one small chance at life right now. They are hoping that they can stent it after birth in the cath lab, if he is born with good enough oxygen levels. But... we also know that we are a forever family, no matter what. Jeff and I have been sealed in the temple and we know that no matter how much or how little time we get to spend with Ethan, that he will be ours forever after this life.
We understand that you may not know what to say. I wouldn't know what to say if I was on the other side of this either. Please know that just saying something is better than nothing. You can't say the wrong thing. And really, right now all we need to hear is that we are loved. Please don't hesitate to send a note, text, call, etc. It really helps to keep us going. Thank you. We love you.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Just wanted to write a quick note for those who are checking the blog regularly. I haven't posted since our last appointments because we still don't know much more.
We still haven't heard back from Boston. The more time that passes, the less likely we are to go that route.
I will also start seeing my maternal fetal specialist twice a week for non-stress tests. I go in this afternoon for my first one. This will monitor the baby and check for signs of fetal distress. I'm actually pretty excited to have some peace of mind. Although it's a good thing I don't have a job... How would that even work?!
That's all for now. We are feeling your prayers! Thank you so much and keep them coming!!