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Aug 06
1

On drama with buttons

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Ahhhh. Fuck. I’ve talked before about how Mikaere’s button is in the perfect position for him to reach when his elbows are supported on the floor (so anytime he’s lying supine). He has pulled it out numerous times, and even worse – the balloon has burst and it’s fallen out.  Womp.

As a bit of a back history: this is what a button looks like. Essentially, there’s a feeding port with a balloon that holds it within Mikaere’s stomach. You deflate the balloon when you put it in, and once in you inflate the balloon to hold it in place. These buttons cost about £400 a pop and should last 5-6 months.

 

In the last 3 weeks Mikaere has had three (to the tune of £1200. W.T.F). I literally don’t understand why they’re not lasting.  When I was trying to explain to our nurse what was going on, it was very confusing. In the end I had to write up a breakdown just to get my head around it:

– 14th – Button got pulled out in the carseat fully inflated. (Button A). Went into A&E for a replacement, which we put in (Button B)
– 21st – Mikaere pulled out his button fully inflated (Button B). I put Button B back in.
– 22nd – Picked up a replacement button (Button C) for just in case
– 1st – Mikaere pulled out his button (Button B) fully inflated. I put Button C in.
– 3rd – Button C had a leak and fell out. I sterilised Button B and put it in.
– 3rd – Button B also had a leak and fell out. I sterilised Button A and put it in, and taped it so it couldn’t come out.

Just in case it was hard to follow:

Button A – Currently in. Inserted twice.
Button B – leaked. Inserted 3 times.
Button C – leaked. Inserted once.

I’m getting really good at putting the button back in, but YOU GUYS – it’s always a moment of panic. It’s so terrible. First it’s because someone notices that Kai’s onsie is wet, and there’s a wet spot on his onsie right over his belly button (which is a weird place for a onsie to be wet). Whoever is nearest will jank up the onsie to check, and sure enough, the button is out and vomit is leaking out of his stoma.

It’s a bit of a race to get something – anything – into the stoma to prevent it from closing. We currently use leftover NG tubes. We have so many and they’re thin and easy to get in and tape. The concern is that if the stoma closes then 1) we’re back to the NG for meds and feeds (boo!) and 2) he’d need surgery again to put another button in. Considering the huge risk of general anaesthetic and the emotional upheaval of the first round, I’m not keen.

Once we have an ng in the stoma we can relax for a moment and figure out next steps. Sometimes that’s going into A&E if we don’t have a replacement button on hand. Sometimes it’s sterilising the existing button, letting it cool and putting that one back in. If we do have an unopened, sterile replacement we’ll usually use that.

But oh, putting it back in. It’s not as bad as the NG, but it’s not fun. Because typically Mikaere pulls out the button fully inflated, his stoma is sore and a bit tender. When I attempt to push a new one back in (deflated, obvs), Mikaere screams and clenches his abdominal muscles, essentially stopping me from pushing it through. I have to wait until he takes a breath in – when he takes a breath in his lungs expand and his abdominal muscles relax for a millisecond. Listening to your baby scream because of something you’re doing is horrid. It’s heartbreaking and I hate it. But it’s necessary, so necessary, so on we go. Eventually it’ll be in and we aspirate stomach contents up to make sure it’s in the right place (testing with a PH strip).

Having to do this 5 times in the past three weeks has definitely upped the daily stress factor of our lives. The most current button is physically taped to his body, so he’d need to get through several layers of hyperfix to the button out. We don’t have a spare at the minute, so I’m really really hoping he doesn’t pull it out. I don’t fancy a trip to A&E for another one.

We’ll see. Hopefully things will get better soon. Fingers crossed this one will stay in longer than a few days!

Aug 03
0

On more vomits and our magic osteos

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After my victorious post about Mikaere putting on weight… I’ve had to retract all that joy and positive forward momentum. As of this morning, Mikaere is 10.37kg. Which is to say, he’s the same weight he was three months ago. Except that now he’s longer, and he’s lost all of his beautiful baby chubb. You wouldn’t know it to look at him – he looks so well. Like a happy little boy. Except that most people don’t see him without his clothes on. You can’t see his ribcage or the way his little vertebrae stick out.  Now, just to clarify, he is underweight, but he’s not in emergency, dire situations. We’re sitting at about the 20th percentile.

Even more relevant, is that we know *why* he’s not putting on weight, and it’s because he can’t keep food down. Oh the vomiting. The vooooommmiting. It’s everywhere, all the time.

Here’s the thing. Mikaere has a not-cold. He’s not really ill, he doesn’t have a chest cold or a temperature or a touch. What he has are secretions. From teething, maybe? From life? And every time he can’t handle a secretion he vomits. His body and his stomach is so sensitive. I spent a long time talking to our osteo about the structure of the stomach.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – here is research that says a lesser curvature gastrostomy reduces the incidence of postoperative gastroesophageal reflux (aka, vomiting because of the gastro – source) so for everyone due to get a gastro – you’ve been warned. Asked for a hitch with a low curvature and make your surgeon agree.

I’m positive that because Mikaere’s stomach has been hitched high to his abdominal wall, this has pulled his stomach up at an unnatural angle, changing the way food sits in his belly and puts pressure on the lower esophageal sphincter, which is that the nice bit at the bottom of your esophagus that keeps your food in. The outcome of this is that he’s a trigger-happy projectile vomiter now. All the time, everywhere. In the buggy, the car seat, the crib. Sitting up, or down or side lying. Moving, not moving. On the blended diet, formula or dioralyte.

I thought we were getting somewhere with reducing the frequency of his feeds and the rate at which we feed him, but now we’re going even slower, because fuck. The vomiting. I thought we were on the up but I was wrong. Womp.

Anyway, like I said, we see an Osteopath every week thanks to the amazing charity Osteopathic Centre For Children. Side note: Osteo is essentially concerned with the mechanical arrangements/movements in the body, particularly in terms of alignment. They do a lot of soft tissues massage and joint manipulation, though to be honest, sometimes it literally just looks like they lay their hands on Mikaere and close their eyes. We see the same therapist every week and every visit in the few weeks has included a projectile vomit. It’s so so horrid.

But this week, this week Stuart was in the clinic. He’s the director of the Foundation for Paediatric Osteopathy and is essentially one of UKs leading osteopaths. Stuart is essentially magic. He came to see Mikaere and we talked about the vomiting. Leading an additional two osteos, they did their hand laying/eyes closed trick and talked about medical terms (the sacrum, the vagus nerve etc. They later translated to say Mikaere’s insides were a bit twisted around the hitch, which caused his body to work a bit like a spring. They were trying to untwist all the things).

I’m hopeful, as always. I wasn’t convinced they were going to stop the vomiting, but Mikaere enjoys osteo, he always relaxes and they’re not doing any harm.

Oh, silly disbeliever me. After his appointment, we went FOUR DAYS without a vomit.  Considering we had normalised at to 2-3 vomits a day, four days of not changing sheets or cleaning carpets or multiple baths – what a relief. You can be sure I showed up the next week with a ‘more please’.

After every visit, we’re seeing longer and longer vomit free times. I don’t fully understand it, but I’m grateful. Mikaere is not yet back up to where he was, weight wise, but if he can keep food down it’ll start, right?

Magic Osteo’s. Definitely recommend.

Aug 01
1

On small wins

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Mikaere’s on two antiepileptics and a supplement to help with his seizures: Zonisamide, Phenobarbital and Omega 3 (with all of it’s fantastic DHA seizure support capabilities). Now, it turns out that phenobarbital is one of the most frequent drugs used to treat neonatal seizures, and considering Mikaere is palliative it seemed like a good choice when nothing else was working.
 
But here’s the thing, long-term use of Phenobarbital has enough studies to suggest it has a terrible effect on a developing nervous system, it has a detrimental developmental effect too (with developmental quotient declines (in both cognitive and motor skill) which are thought to reflect a slowed neurological growth rate) and causes an increase in the probability of a cerebral palsy outcome.
 
Whats more, side effects include a decreased level on consciousness (it’s essentially a sedative) and it’s addictive, causing withdrawal symptoms when weaning. Aaaaand it would make Mikaere vomit. If it wasn’t diluted and given really really slowly he would vomit immediately.
 
Also, it turns out phenobarbital is used in the lethal injection of death row inmates and also prescribed to terminally ill patients to allow them to end their life through physician-assisted suicide. Always nice to know we’ve been giving this drug to our baby twice a day for last 14 months.
 
A good 9 months ago now Mikaere’s seizures started becoming a bit more, dare I say it, under control? Mikaere started having a handful of seizure free days. At first, it was sporadic, one day here, one day there. It was amazing, so amazing to see. The fewer seizures he had, the more gains he was making. Eventually, he worked himself up to two or three day stretches. I was ecstatic, to say the least.
 
It was at this point we discussed weaning with our palliative care team. There wasn’t much harm, they said. As long as we went slowly. If there was an increase in seizures we could put the dose up, no problem. So we started a very very slow wean. Every three or four weeks, we’d reduce the dose by 2mg (which is about 0.2ml – a tiny tiny amount). We’d wait, and watch. We already track Mikaere’s seizures and I’d hold my breath waiting to see if there would be more seizures. Sometimes there would be if he had a cold or was having a tough time. Sometimes you wouldn’t have noticed the dose had dropped.
 
It felt tricky, weaning. We eventually got to a sub-therapeutic dose. We high fived that day. And today? Today, after months and months and months of tiny, incremental weans – we’ve managed to get Mikaere off phenobarbital.
 
It’s been amazing. He’s been more awake and aware, making more developmental gains. I have seen an increase in seizures if the Omega 3 is a bit old (and has oxidised) or his Zonisamide dose is later than it should be, but generally, as long as we’re on the ball he’s a happy little guy who is still having some seizure days.
 
I’m stoked to have Mikaere off one of the medications. Phenobarbital is still on our list of emergency meds, but I’m delighted we’re no longer giving it on a twice-daily basis.
 
Celebrating small wins, woohoo!
May 14
1

On meeting Prof. Nick Greene

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We’re really lucky to live in London. One of the best cities in the world, for sure. One of the benefits is that it’s in this city you’ll find UCL, one of the main centres of research for gene therapy (a large chunk of the research done in the gene therapy community comes out of UCL). Conveniently it’s the centre Prof. Nick Greene is based at while he’s working on an NKH treatment. This means he’s in the best possible place in terms of the knowledge available to his team – they benefit from the knowledge the other teams are working on. Very exciting.

Even better for us, UCL is attached to our specialist hospital. So when we went in for Mikaere’s metabolic check, we met Nick for a coffee.

You guys – there is so much going on in the world of NKH research. In terms of understanding the development of NKH in unborn children, understanding the wider implications of NKH and the knock on effects into the one carbon folate system, making cell models, looking at treatments (like the components that make up cinnamon!) into bigger cures, like gene replacement therapy in mice. There is lots happening, a lot of moving parts. Very very exciting.

It’s inspiring, meeting Nick (who is the nicest guy, for sure) literally made me want to throw more money at research. Because that’s it, right? The more money the more research.

I talk a lot about fundraising. I ask over and over for donations, constantly putting my hand out (and I’m so grateful for the love and grace shown to me, you guys are the kindest and most generous friends we could have) – but what it really comes down to is I have the deepest hope that in Mikaere’s lifetime NKH will be a thing of the past. That there will be an effective treatment and future babies and families won’t have it like our kids do now. That our babies won’t die.

Now, that’s a lot of pressure to put on people like Nick, but to talk to him and have him discuss where they are right now and where they are going? It gives me hope.

When we met it was a beautiful day in London. Even better, Mikaere was on good form. He was sitting and talking and very awake and aware and interested in the world around him. I know the researchers don’t always get to see the day to day life of kids with the condition they’re researching (at least not in NKH. In NKH they’re still in mouse model stage) so it was a nice moment for Nick to meet Mikaere again. To see how well he’s doing, the development he’s making.

It was such a nice afternoon. I love that I live in a city where I can meet the guy trying to cure my sons terminal condition for a coffee. What a world, hey?

Mar 16
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On not having a paediatrician because the NHS is underfunded

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Everyone knows Mikaere is medically fragile. I’ve talked before about how large our medical team is and how we have an appointment of some kind every day of the week. Our life is a series of appointments and therapy and special needs groups. We go to all these things because it helps Mikaere, it keeps him safe, minimises risks, teaches him skills and relaxes him and puts all sorts of services in place for when things go belly up and he needs them. It’s a full time job, organising and ferrying him about, being present, understanding the goals and raising concerns and following up.

Of all these services, our paediatrician is the most utalised. He’s the person who knows Kai the best, who is our first port of call. He orders our meds and the bloods and all the checks. He’s our go-to person when anything is wrong, if the meds are out or there are more seizures or we need something. He orders all the referrals, the X-rays to check for hip formation and scoliosis. The orthotic referral for the suit, the physio referrals, the gastro surgery referrals. He pulls checks on all the difference services, speech and language, physio, OT, nutrition. He’s the person we work with, the person we make a plan with and who helps us works the system to make it happen.

We’re lucky that our paediatrician is covered on the NHS, as are most of the services Mikaere uses. For those not in the UK, the NHS stands for the National Health Service. It means that the basics of our healthcare system are free at the point of care. Meaning, we’re lucky that for the bulk of Mikaere’s care, it’s covered by the tax we pay.

Here’s the thing though. The NHS is chronically underfunded. It may not look like it from the outside, but it is.

Mikaere’s paediatrician was a locum, which means he was temporary while they found a permanent person to take that role. Which is fine, we knew this and accepted it. However, a month or two before end of the financial year the paediatric locums were let go as a cost saving measure. And – get this – there was a gap in care. There was a gap where there was NO ONE to pick up the case load, where Mikaere DID NOT have a paediatrician – our first port of call, someone to prescribe his many meds or chase anything (like that gastro we’re waiting for). We didn’t know where to go for all the things Mikaere needed.

My small, medically fragile and vulnerable son did not have a paediatrician because the hospital trust was told it needed to save some money.

As you can imagine, I raised an absolute stink about it. I emailed the Medical Director, Andrew Rhodes. I also emailed the Head of Child Services, James Gavin. I made an official complaint to the hospital, wherein they couldn’t tell me why officially why there was a gap in care. I emailed my MP, Justine Greening. I also emailed Jeremy Hunt (https://www.jeremyhunt.org/contact – and if you can, I’d ask that you email him too, and tell him chronically underfunding the NHS is having a crippling affect on the most vulnerable of our population). I’ve complained to CQC and I’m in the process of a complaint with our local ombudsman.

And nothing happened, nothing changed. I got a few platitudes and apologies but not much more. And that’s because the problem is bigger than the trust that runs our local hospital and provides basic care for Kai.

Underfunding at the NHS is happening and it’s affecting my family in real and tangible ways – for the worst.

And I know. I know we’re lucky to live in a country that covers care for us, and we’re grateful for that. Except that we also live in a system where we couldn’t afford care otherwise. We couldn’t afford to pay for private care. I had to give up my (wonderfully well paid) job to care for Mikaere, and point blank, if it came to it, we couldn’t afford care for Mikaere outside the NHS.  Just to be really clear, we are not talking about luxury care for Mikaere. We’re talking the basics of what he needs to be safe and to live.

We rely on the NHS for Kai’s care, and it has a direct affect on his quality of life.

NHS underfunding is happening and it terrifies me.

Feb 23
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On the helmet

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Last year, when Mikaere was in his end-of-life seizure coma and it was all doom and gloom, he spent a lot of time on his back. As in, 24/7 on his back.

Because he was terminal, no one saw the need to reposition his head. This meant Mikaere developed an epic flat spot. Like the flat spots of all flat spots.

The NHS told us it was cosmetic, nothing to worry about it. Except that because his flat spot was so epic there was a RIDGE. And Mikaere didn’t have the tone to push his head over that ridge, so he never looked left. Ever. Which meant all his muscles on one side developed, but not the other.

Cosmetic my behind. This is one of those lessons that hit me in the face: as much as you want to trust your doctors and therapists, always make the point to ask if an answer is NHS policy or evidence based. Because there is PLENTY of evidence that an epic flat spot like this is not just cosmetic (I’m fuming, can you tell?)

Here’s the thing, I asked initially when Mikaere was six months about the epic flat spot. I didn’t think to question it until Mikaere was a year. Fail. This is a fail because treatment is only applicable while Mikaere’s skull is still soft enough to mould, meaning only until his fontanelle closes, which typically happens around 18 months.

That extra six months could have been everything (which is why I’m so annoyed with myself).

But hey ho. Breeeeeeath out. Be calm. Wooosaaaaaaaa.

We went and saw a private craniologist who scanned Mikaere’s head and confirmed the presence a flat spot. A severe severe flat spot. You can tell just by looking, so this was no surprise.

So we got Mikaere measured up and now he has a fancy helmet. We were very very lucky to get it funded by The Boparan Charity (so very generous!!!) which we’re grateful for, because the cost of a helmet is almost two months rent.

He tolerates it quite well, which is handy because he wears it for approximately 23 hours a day.

We take it off for physio, swimming and bath time. That’s it. Mikaere even sleeps in it.

It’s not so bad, it’s slotted into the routine no problem. It’s been a wee while now and we’re already seeing gains.

Well, not ‘seeing’ because he’s got a full head of hair, but we go back every two weeks and the measurements are going in the right direction. It’s a millimetre by millimetre change, so we’re patient, but forever optimistic. As long as his fontanelle is open and the measurements are going the right way I’m happy.

Even better is that since we’ve started the helmet treatment Mikaere has started looking left as his ridge gets less severe. How good is that?!

So yes. I know so many people are on the fence with plagiocephaly helmets, but it’s been good for us. Stay tuned for a million more helmet selfies!