Sometimes it is OK to cry… in the shower.

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I knew I needed a photo of today of just us, my love.

As I took a shower tonight I had to remind myself that it was ok to cry before I actually did.  I should start by saying it was a long day, and if you want to include from the start of my concern for Eidan, then we can say its been a long month.

To begin, by niece has type 1 diabetes so it has been in my life for 17 years now, so when Eidan started peeing more than usual at night in bed, I started to worry.  He has been waking up in the morning with the front of his shirt, his pants, and his bed soaked with pee.  His tantrums  also seem to come to a complete stop when I give him something to drink, telling me that he is more thirsty than normal so I made an appointment with the doctor a few weeks ago, but then I cancelled it because I thought I may have been reading into it too much.

More recently, my mom and my husband got to see and feel what I was talking about and they concluded that yes, it was a considerable amount.  So today was the actual doctors appointment and as soon as we got into the room he was fighting everyone for the first hour of vitals (including the blood work and placement of the pee bag).  The second hour he would only sit in my lap and watch videos on my phone, while we waited for him to pee in the bag.  The third hour was us walking around in the green grass trying to initiate the pee that we had been waiting for, for three hours already until it finally came.  The whole morning I was nauseous at the thought anything being wrong with my son, and by the end of the appointment, I was hungry and I had to get home to feed Eva through her g-tube, and make something for Eidan.

When we got home I got some confusing results from the nurse… first, his blood sugars from his urine was a bit high, but after I mentioned that he had just ate right before he peed in the bag, so that number was ok, then I got another call telling me that he needed to see a endocrine specialist, on top of the urology doctor because they were just a little concerned with another number (I can’t recall the name because I was in a daze because I though he was just cleared).

I can’t exactly express how I feel because I don’t know how to feel, other than I was prepared for Eva’s issues but I can’t say I am prepared for this… I don’t even know if this is a “this” yet.  But I can tell you that after my shower and my long cry I felt absolutely chosen for these two children.  Despite any more bumps in the road that we may have, no matter how many more shower cries I have from now on (whether this situation is a problem or not), I don’t care how “hard” my life may be, I can say one thing for sure… I can’t do shit without God, period.

I feel like I have already made so many mistakes.

The babies are 18 months old and I can’t help to feel like I have already let them down, despite my effort to never do so.  This week Eva had to go by ambulance to the ER because of a high fever and because she was so inconsolable her lips were turning blue.  While we were waiting for the ambulance I had both babies in my arms and I started to cry exactly like them.  Eva was in pain, Eidan was scared and I am their mom and it is my job to help them and I couldn’t.

Through an X-ray a hiatal hernia was officially confirmed and now she needs another surgery to correct that as well as to fix the fundoplication that she already has.  The same fundoplication that and has given us problems since day one.  Even though its been rough we have finally found a system that works for us and were going to back to square one right after this next surgery.  We don’t know if this time things will be better, or worse.  I can’t help but feel right back in that dark room I was in months following the birth of the babies.

I am tired of seeing her through pain, I am tired of being away from my son, and I am tired of only seeing my husband when we switch out from the hospital.  I don’t want my daughter to have yet another battle scar, I don’t want to miss out on my nightly rituals with my son, I don’t want to have to update my husband or get updates of our daughter, depending on who’s with her that day/night at the hospital when she has to go in again.

I don’t know how I am going to tell her how incredibly strong and how fucking unbelievable she is despite every one of her imperfections when she becomes a teenager and she starts to notice.  I don’t know how I will tell her that God made her heart the way he made it in perfect timing and for perfect reasons.  That she was born at a time that it could be repaired because he knew the love in her heart was too much a regular heart could handle.  I will tell her that scar on her side from that procedure is beautiful.  The g-tube and fundoplication scar was put there because she had to learn to eat by mouth later in life, because during the crucial period that babies learn to drink out of the bottle, she was too weak and needed to focus on healing and growing to get out of the hospital to be back with her brother.   I will tell her as soon as the g-tube is taken out and after a scar forms that it is beautiful and I couldn’t wait until I saw that one created.  The cystic hygroma was the first thing the doctors saw when they realized there was an issue when she was still in my belly, and it was a reminder of the long hard road for all of us.  When it was removed that reminder that every doctor said she was not going to survive was gone with it.  That scar is my favorite and I will tell her its beautiful.

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I will always tell my son that he is just as special as his sister.  I will tell him she is no more important than him because I know he will feel like that.  I will tell him I recognized at a very early age that he is very perceptive and extraordinary.  I will let him know I tried very hard to give him extra time after Eva goes to bed so he knows he’s important too.  I know he will feel like she gets more attention sometimes because of her health but I will remind him that she is alive because of him and he is alive because of her and that is a bond that is more precious than any person can describe.  I will remind him that he is always her protector and God planned this perfectly for His purpose.  I will forever thank him for his patience, love and sensitivity that reminds me so much of his father, and is reason why I fell in love with his father in the first place.

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Thank you God for every day and every battle.  Don’t let me forget any of it.

Eva Kirley Devereux

Eva has had an extremely challenging Journey already in her now, 18 months of living here on this earth.  To best sum up her past and current health issues I will simply type out the list of her most recent clinical summary along with links to help explain what each are… Turners Syndrome,SVT (supraventricular tachycardia), Nissen fundoplication (with gastrostomy tube placement/g-tube), premature infant, PFO (patent foramen ovale), pericardial effusion, mitral valve stenosis, milk protein intolerance, lymphedema, lymphatic malformation (cystic hygroma), IUGR (intrauterine growth restriction), hydronephrosis, esophageal reflux, dysphagia, cystic renal dysplasia, congenital stenosis of aortic valve, coarctation of aorta, bicuspid aortic valve.

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Baby Eva.

Little Eva was in the NICU from the day she was born, September 2, 2014 until January 21, 2015.  Before she left she hospital she had her first heart surgery at 8 days old, she had a fundoplication/g-tube surgery at 4 months old and countless X-rays, scans, IV’s and needles.  Before she left the hospital I am pretty sure she thought many of her nurses were her mom instead of me.  Yes, I went every day (not including the week I was sick and unable to see her) but what I failed to mention was I that I was only able to stay a few hours each day (unless she was having surgery where I never left her side), but my time with her in the hospital was not enough.

Her first Heart Surgery was on September 10, 2014 and it was to repair her aortic coarctation with a subclavian flap.  Her h/r Her surgeon took 8 minutes to do the repair, boy was he fantastic… and a bit strange.  As soon as they put her in a PICU room so she could be monitored closely, her nurse gave me a bumblebee pendant with a poem on it.  That was the first time I allowed myself to cry since the babies were born.  I cried for so long when I was left alone in the room with her as she was fighting so hard.  My emotions were held in for so long I could have cried for a for days, or even years.

Her balloon angioplasty in her heart (because of a recoarctation) was November 18th, 2014. This procedure was not supposed to be a stressful procedure but we are a family that doesn’t play by the rules.  She developed a pseudo aneurism and she needed to be monitored in the PICU for a few days.  Because of her syndrome, it effects her tissue and makes her very unpredictable during certain procedures.  She healed nicely but it was mentioned that this was the first time her doctor had seen an aorta need to be intervened so soon after a surgery.  I believe it was at this point that I realized that when any doctor told me not to worry, maybe I should.

The fundoplication/g-tube surgery was mid December, 2014, and it was the one surgery we hesitated on doing.  Nothing about it felt right and looking back we wished we would have looked at other options.  Her healing for this surgery was a nightmare.  She was in pain much longer than they expected and the primary concern for her having this surgery, was her “reflux”, which was still there even after the surgery.  You can imagine our anger and guilt that followed and we still carry with us after this disaster.  There is a small percentage of people that have had a fundoplication, develop a complication called gas bloat syndrome, that prevents them from burping on their own…. well yes, that also happened.  She still struggles with this currently and we have to vent her g-tube often.   That means we have to allow the gas from her stomach escape so she doesn’t feel uncomfortable and start gagging.

Ironically just like her brother, a few days before she was to go home she apparently stopped breathing.  This traumatizing day was December 23, 2014, two days before Christmas.  Nobody was able to tell us exactly what happened, all we know is her nurse was holding her, she started crying and turned blue.  They had to give her air and she started taking breaths again.  After this ordeal I was in absolutely no rush to get her home, but little did I know almost a month later, she would be home with us trying to adapt to a life outside the hospital.

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Eva leaving the hospital, January 21, 2014.