That's not to say that leaving the Ronald McDonald House wasn't a difficult task. We said goodbye to a Greek family whose daughter contracted a disease from a mosquito bite which necessitated intestinal transplants she was disappointingly rejecting. We lovingly waved farewell to the dad who lost his 5-year old son to a leukemia days prior to our departure. The day before he passed the house threw him a birthday party even though his birthday wasn't until November. Alkaio yelled an enthusiastic, "See ya later, alligator!" to the young girl he played with every day; she struggles with seizures that remain resistant to medication. Behind every door was a family with a story of struggle that no one wants to hear. Each tell it so gracefully. We couldn't have asked for a better home away from home where a simple, "Good morning!" from one resident to another really meant, "I hope today is a better day. May our children find peace and healing, and may we as parents find patience as we watch our children overcome." If you're ever looking for a charity to which to donate your time or money, we highly recommend any Ronald McDonald House. Know that you would be making an irreplaceable difference in the lives of ill children and their families.
Though stepping foot in our own home was utterly magical, home was familiar yet strange. Our nomadic life from one medical facility to the next had become our new normal. After tucking in each boy in their own beds on our first night home, Aidan and I dramatically collapsed onto our pillows. We looked at each other with eyes full of wonderment that we survived it all, that we had wiped the slate clean, and that our small family of four was still a cohesive unit after all we had been through. We couldn't help but sigh with relief and amazement that life felt manageable in that moment.
|Zacchaio in his own crib!
Home sweet home!
|Family mornings are back! All four of us under one roof.
All of you are asking about how Zacchaio's seizures are doing... Unfortunately, the only answer I can give with 100% certainty is, "We're not quite sure." Only days after our arrival home we sat amongst some of our favorite company at our neighbors' dinner table. Zacchaio was fast asleep in my arms when his eyes opened abruptly, his legs stiffened, and he leaned forward while appearing to be in a trance. The behavior exactly mirrored one of the many types of seizures Zacchaio had prior to surgery (this one in particular we labeled the "Rise of Frankenstein"). Aidan and I looked at each other and felt our hearts break. We lasted as a normal family for four days. Though surgery helped us push the reset button, we were now following the exact path we traveled just two months prior. I lost my composure at the dinner table as tears welled and began to stream.
After some minutes of mourning the loss of seizure freedom, I immediately found myself in "fix it" mode and began brainstorming our next steps (I find that I sustain myself by planning and taking action on behalf of Zacchaio). I deliberately left my suitcase packed for this exact reason. I knew it was too good to be true. While frantically drafting e-mails to different neurologists with my proposed plan, I had a moment of clarity. If this was in fact a seizure (which I still believe it was even though it technically hasn't been correlated clinically yet), it was just ONE seizure. ONE seizure is not reason to remove the remainder of our son's right hemisphere. ONE seizure is not reason to start a new anti-epileptic drug. ONE seizure is manageable. The new plan was to continue watching and documenting the frequencies of the "likely seizures." If they become daily occurrences, we'll go in for an EEG, capture the behaviors, and clinically diagnose them as seizures if that is indeed what they are. Until then we continue living in the gray area in between. I don't particularly care for the color gray... We're learning to embrace the color gray...
If you recall my last post, the neurologists at the Cleveland Clinic reiterated prior to our departure that we should expect Zacchaio to have a number of strange happenings and odd behaviors as he adjusts to his new brain and altered vision. We have seen a number of these, though it seems to be happening less frequently with every passing day. They range from a half wink in one eye to startles that awaken him from a deep sleep to strange eye rolls to somewhat absent gazes into the distance. We have not seen a "likely seizure" since last week's "likely seizure." I pray the trend continues...
Besides strange behaviors, what has been happening in the last week and a half since we have been home? Well, life has been extraordinarily normal and I never knew there could be such exceptional delight in normal!
- For the first time in Zacchaio's eight months of life we have been able to attend church two Sundays in a row to give thanks for the life with which we've been blessed. Many members of our church family were brought to tears seeing him in person for the first time. Zacchaio's spirit somehow transcends his blog and lives in every individual who knows of him.
|Zacchaio on church Sunday at 8-months old (6-months adjusted)
|Dressed in our Sunday best!
- We are hearing Zacchaio's voice for the first time in months! Since he was 3-months old his mouth and throat would try to utter sounds with quiet intensity and no success. Now his constant chatter is perfectly orchestrated music that is the new soundtrack to our lives.
- Zacchaio laughed. He laughed! There have been many times in Zacchaio's life when I questioned whether or not our advocacy was in his best interest. I found myself often asking God to help me clarify why I was saving his life; for him or for me? Was I prolonging a life of poor quality? Would Zacchaio find more peace in Your heavenly arms than here on earth with us? It was in this moment when our boy was overwhelmed with pure glee that my questions were emphatically answered. Every minute was worth it and every future minute will continue to be.
- Zacchaio now has an insatiable interest in the world around him! He stares out the car window wide-eyed at the shapes and colors passing by. He investigates each of his toys with intense focus, then playfully shoves them in his mouth to work his gums as his teeth advance. Prior to surgery he either slept all day due to exhaustion from seizures or attempted to fall asleep throughout the day because seizures woke him as he transitioned between sleep states. After so much of his life passed him by, he now doesn't want to miss a thing!
- Our little preemie boy is now packing on quite a bit of weight! He has had a ferocious appetite with no difficulty taking all of his recommended formula volume by mouth (sometimes he even takes extra). He even started solid foods and is loving his rice cereal, apples, and pears. Vegetables are on their way!
- Zacchaio had lost many of the developmental gains he had made in the last few months because of uncontrolled seizures. Even after surgery he could no longer roll over, brace himself on his elbows during tummy time, or steadily hold his head up (it would bob and then fall with each spasm). Though we have referrals for traditional therapies such as physical therapy, occupational therapy, speech therapy, and an infant developmental specialist, a referral from Aidan's dear cousin Tracy led me to newer and more innovative approaches to improve Zacchaio's development. She mentioned the Anat Baniel Method (ABM), located in San Rafael, which has had incredible success with special needs children, especially those with autism and cerebral palsy. The goals lie in creating new connections in the brain through integrative movement. Seeing as it is rather non-traditional and also very pricey, it is a leap of faith (though the leap was easier to take after reading and watching success stories). After only five 30-minute lessons in the last week, Zacchaio's head control has improved tremendously to the point that he can now face forward in a Baby Bjorn carrier. Prior to ABM, he also lacked the flexibility required in his spine to bring his feet to his mouth as a baby his age should. In one week of lessons ABM has brought awareness and rediscovery of his feet. He can now hold onto them for an extended period of time and bring them very close to his mouth! It is only because of your generous donations that we have the means to access these amazing therapy sessions. We are so grateful that you continue to play such a direct and active role in Zacchaio's recovery!
|Head control gained after 1 week of ABM therapy.
Zacchaio graduated to forward-facing!
- He's healing... and rocking an incredible battle scar.
What's next on the docket?
We have left UCSF neurology and will be seeking guidance from a new neurology team at Stanford's Lucile Packard Hospital. Stanford will fill the need for a local neurologist (as long as they live up to our high expectations), but we will also seek a second opinion from a neurologist out of UCLA's Children's Hospital who specializes in infantile spasms. Having additional and objective professional opinions surrounding Zacchaio's epilepsy was integral in shaping the course we took with his epilepsy management. Seeing as how well it served us, our plan is to follow up with the Cleveland Clinic in December (standard 3-month post-op appointment), to see a Stanford neurologist regularly, and to have the UCLA physician add his expertise specifically for infantile spasms.
We see Zacchaio's ophthalmologist on Wednesday due to increasing concerns of a lazy eye. We were told that lazy eye is expected initially after surgery and that with time it should improve. We have noticed it has worsened in the last couple of weeks and when Zacchaio looks to the right, his right eye is much lower than and mismatched with his left. There may be an eye patch (Arrgghh!) or eyeglasses in his future... We'll see!
Aidan is heading back to school next week. I'm afraid to be without him for the sake of losing his positive and grounding voice. He somehow transforms his physical presence as a single man into that of ten men. On a daily basis he bends over backward to lessen the overwhelmingly heavy load I often find myself taking on. Although we have been at this "together" for the last eight months, we miss one another tremendously and look forward to one day getting some extended quality time. Assuming we maintain Zacchaio's health, I plan to return to work in November. We'll be on the lookout for someone with LVN/RN experience to care for him a twice per week while Aidan and I are at work. If you happen to have any recommendations please send them our way!
And that's that.
We can't wait to take on another day in this typical, ordinary, average, humdrum marvelous life that is now ours.