Still Here

I don't know why I have such a hard time updating Noah's Adventure lately.

Maybe it's because not having anything to update makes me feel like we are just a typical, non-special health care needs family.

Maybe it's because Noah is doing so well that his updates just get mushed in with regular family updates over at my other blog.

Or maybe I have just been so distracted with other things that I'm a huge slacker with blogging.

Yeah, that sounds more likely.

Noah is doing really well though. So well, in fact, that while counting our blessings and remembering our miracles, I still seem to always be "looking over my shoulder" for the sky to be falling again.

Noah may be immune-suppressed and we try to keep him away from germs and stay disinfected but I do a better job at exposing him than I do at living in a bubble. We are home bodies at that helps a lot. We don't really have many "hang out in real life" friends so that helps too. But we still go to amusement parks, aquariums, the zoo, and even the mecca of germies; Chuck E Cheese's.

I know it's naughty and I don't want it to seem like we are ungrateful for the wonderful gift Noah was given. I have many thoughts on the subject. Deep, thought-provoking, self-reflection sort of thoughts. I haven't decided what my story on that is yet though.

I just know that we have been so insanely blessed. I can't even begin to imagine what my life would be like without him.

Some recent Noah News:

• He celebrated his 2nd birthday and his 2nd transplant anniversary.
• Shortly after the Dr started to suspect he might have more than just a speech delay (apraxia) he said his first full word Bah-Gul (aka bottle). He still says just the first sound for most things but he's figuring it out. He did say "I tackle" when he jumped on my back yesterday. And he also said "Not yet" when I asked him if it was time to leave the park.
• We went swimming at my grandparents house on the 4th of July. As we were leaving we caught him laying on his tummy in the garage LICKING the floor. Thank goodness my grandpa's garage is cleaner than my kitchen. Unfortunately he still got a bit of a rash on his upper lip. But I suspect it's related to the rash behind his ears. The staph and strep came back. So while the antibiotic (oral and topical) did help a bit, it hasn't cleared up completely and we will need to take a trip to the Dr's soon.
• He has his next heart cath in Denver this August. I'm not nearly as freaked out about this time around. All I needed was one cath without an awful outcome. When I got that last year it really helped calm my fears. Of course, it's still worrisome. I am afraid that's when the sky might fall again but I am visualizing a completely negative (Zero Rejection) result. Plus, I want to make sure the stiffness is getting better.

I promise I will do a better job at updating. Sharing Noah's story and helping to raise awareness for Organ Donation and for Congenital Heart Defects is still such a huge priority for me. I just needed to get to a place in my life where I can do it and I think I am almost there.

Thank you for sticking around. I do read many of your blogs (if I don't, then you need to leave me a comment so I know to come visit). I may not comment a whole lot, but that is on the needs improvement list also. So hopefully you will see me around here and over there.

Much Love,

Happy Birthday Noah!

My Sweet Boy,

Oh how Mommy loves you. It's been two years since you entered my world and it's been the best two years. While times haven't been easy for either of us you have brightened my world and taught me more about being a mother than I ever could have imagined.

You give me loves and hugs and kisses. You have taught me about faith and hope and sacrifice. You make me laugh. Every single day you make me laugh.

You are brave, my little one. Don't ever lose that. Continue to face every challenge in your life as if there was never an option to fail. Remember to find humor in the simple things and you will always be able to keep a smile on your face when times are hard. Most importantly, give thanks to your Heavenly Father every day for the blessings he has blessed you with. You have been a miracle in the lives of many and have been given so many blessings already in your life. If you remember that all that you have been given is a gift of a loving Heavenly Father, he will continue to guide you through your journey on this earth.

These are things that you have helped teach me from the moment you took your first breath. I am a better person because of you. You are my hero, little one.

Never forget that I love you more than words could ever say and I always will.

Happy Birthday my Heart Warrior. Love is the reason you're here.

Your Mommy

Clinic Check Up

Noah had his first clinic appointment in 4 months today. He passed with flying colors.

Everyone was pleasantly surprised at how good he looks. His hair stealing the show as usual though.

When we got to Primary Children's Hospital Noah seemed to get a little anxious as we walked in. All it took was walking past the lab to start the melt down. This continued on for some time but luckily he calmed down enough while looking at pictures on my BlackBerry for him to get a good echo done. Probably his best in a while since he's cried through the last few I remember.

The echo results looked good, his Dr check up looked good, and we'll send his labs to Denver on Monday. So we are set for another 4 months. Except we'll cut it short and make our trip to Denver in August for his Cath.

So, just a quick update. But I thought I would pass along the good clinic news.

Noah, Beckham, and Evan

I was told it would happen. I didn't ever think it would and it seems that is has.

Life has gotten to a point post-transplant where I don't have to blog every day to keep you updated on things. But I am SHOCKED that I went two whole months this time. It's a wonder anyone even reads this blog still. I do hope that I still have readers. Because as I get things mended in my own personal sphere, I plan to revamp Noah's Adventure a bit. I have a lot of ideas in the works.

But I digress.

A few posts back I wrote about how I took Noah into the Peds office but had to see a Doctor we were not familiar with. She said sounded okay. Then I took him to our PCP's office since I was going to be there anyways. He said Noah sounded ucky but to wait it out. If it wasn't better in a few more days then call and he would give him an Rx. Which we did. It cleared up his runny nose right away. But that darn cough and raspy breathing were as bad as ever.

A few days later, almost on a whim, I took him to an Urgent Care. What I wanted was an X-Ray of his chest but I didn't want to drive all the way to Primarys to see the Ped then have to go to Radiology... YaDa YaDa YaDa.

The Dr listened to him and was surprised he sounded so sticky and rattley. And sure enough, the Chest x-Ray showed pneumonia. So poor little Noah got two yucky antibiotic shots. One in each leg. Then he was on a 10 day course of oral antibiotics. Sure enough, that stuborn cough went the way of the high way. But if it hadn't of been for that cough I never would have know he was sick. He wasn't acting sick at all.

Now I'm starting to have my suspicions on how long he really was sick though. Cause right now, this kid is eating like a CHAMP!! Which he has never done. He still gets his bottles here and there but his main nutrition is starting to become FOOD.

He is also trying to communicate better. In the sense that he's realizing that there is a way to show us what he is thinking or wanting. Whether it be words (ma, da, pu aka for puppy), gesturs, grunts, pointing, or even throwing a fit until I guess the right answer. It's all wonderful because it means he is starting to understand that there is such a thing as communication. There is a way for Mommy to understand!!! YAY for both of us!

He's isn't growing much or gaining weight but he is starting to look different. Outgrowing the baby look and change into a toddler look. I see his face change every day. I need to take and post more pictures. Because he really is the cutest and sweetest thing. He still gives tons of kisses and hugs and now that he says Ma he says it all the time. He likes to come over to me and point to me and say Ma over and over again so I don't forget that he knows who I am. I LOVE it!!

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Our sweet dear family the Scadlocks are having a rough go of it right now.

I've posted in the past how Beckham had clotting and bleeding problems referred to as ITP. (I as in Idiopathic because no one could figure out the cause.) Well, he recently developed a new symptom. Kool Aid blood. Seriously, it's not really called that. It just looks like it. Now, in addition to his platelets being affected, now his red blood cells are being attacked. (Sort of like being DEATHLY anemic.) I'm sure I am total butchering this description. So you would be better off heading over to Our Baby Beckham to read it straight from Nate and Kim. But in short, he has now been diagnosed with a very rare and chronic condition called Evan's Syndrome.

Evan's Syndrome is so rare that there really isn't too much information out there in relation to a Pediatric Heart Transplant patient with Even's Syndrome (ES). So the Dr's have their hands full trying to figure things out and tracking down experts in the fiels of ES. As of now, Beck is back in the hospital. He has had several blood transfusions and is now on IVIG and high dose Steriods.

The Steriods are giving Beck some major Roid Rage. Kim says he scowles and "baby cusses" (not real cuss words) at everyone who walks past him. Ordering them around and being all grouchy.

You know, seeing Beckham going to through SO MUCH. . . and his poor family. AARRGGHHH!!! Beckham was born right after Noah. They both went through the same things. They are both strong little fighters. It created such a special tie to the Scadlocks for me. I love that little guy like my own son. It pains me that they are so far away and I can't help. It breaks my heart to see him so sick. And as a mother my heart breaks for Kim. Who is torn between caring for Beckham and caring for Gwen. Not to mention how a mommys heart is pierced every time her child is sick let alone super sick and needles involved.

Kim and Nate, if you happen to read this, please remember that we love you. You are not only our Family Family (I don't care how distant, it's still family) but you are also our Heart Family. We will do anything to help you through this time. (Kim, my invitation is an open door.) We are praying for all of you. May the Lord give you the comfort and the strength that you need to accomplish was is set before you. And may the Doctors be inspired in the correct course of actions to take to get Beckham on his road to recovery... and hospital free for a long long time!!

And to my Dear Constant Reader: Please send good thoughts, vibes, what ever it is you do, to the Scadlocks. If you pray, please shower Heaven with prayer on their behalf.

Beckhams bruises caused by his ITP

Knock Knock

I'm knocking on wood.

I think Noah's nose may have ceased leaking for the first time in almost 3 months.

He had been sick for so long I was starting to worry. Being immune suppressed and having a donor heart can make for a less than stellar combination when mixed with nasty viruses and bacteria.

The diarreah? Still visiting. It doesn't ever go away. It just gets a bit better. This kid has had 3 non-liquid poops in his entire life. I went back to soy milk after 2 bottles and his foam poop cleared right up. I think it's the extra fat in the dairy that he can't tolerate.

He is making great progress on his speach too. He isn't saying more words really but you can see his desire to communicate and he tries. He surprises me each day with how much he really understands.

Today I tried to lay him down for a nap without giving him a bottle first (he gets several bottles of soy and carnations each day to make up for the food he won't eat). He adores his bottles and this made for one very upset and tired little man. He instantly started crying and saying Ba. I told him I would go get him one and he immediately stopped crying (for being able to instantly turn it off he sure sounds like it's a real cry). When I came back I asked what he had done with his binky and he point to the small space between his crib and the wall. I can't reach back there and I was frustrated. "Noah, why did you throw it back there?", I said. He looked at me, shrugged, and grunted something that really sounded like "I don't know." I chuckled. I couldn't help myself. When I picked him up to sit in the chair for his bottle, he raised both arms above his head excitedly said "Ya!".  I tell you, he surprises me more everyday.

When he woke up from his nap, Lilly was in the bath tub. Some how I had the misguided idea that he could see water and not insist on getting in it.  He immediately proceeded to try and take his clothes off while saying baa (for bath) over and over. When I wasn't quick enough for him, he let me know it.

He is doing ordinary toddler things and yet they are so extrodinary in every way. I can't help but see everything he does as a miracle. I'm sure he doesn't mind when he gets away with being a stinker.

Sick and Sick of Winter

Noah has been sick since January. He just can't seem to shake it. It flares up, gets a bit better, then flares up again. We finally did one round of antibiotics last month and it helped enough to turn his snot from green to clear again but his poor nose is like a broken faucet. It runs and runs and runs.

What's weird, is that it seems to get worse after his synagis shots each month. This past week he got his shot on Monday. Tuesday morning he was sicker. By Wednesday morning, he was having such a hard time breathing that I hooked him up to his nebulizer and the pulse ox. His Oxygen saturation was about 89 and that's with very fast labored breathing. So I called the pediatricians office. Dr. Samson-Fang wasn't available but the nurse, Diane, said it was best to come in. So up to the hospital we went. Since we did the breathing treatment before we went, by the time we got there he was back up to 95. We saw a Doctor we have never seen before but she said he didn't sound like he had pnemonia and his ears were clean. So she sent us home.

It seemed like a wasted trip because he still sounds so awful when he struggles to breath that I have a hard time believing he doesn't at least have bronchitis. But, I also have a hard time trusting just any Doctor when they aren't familiar with Noah's status as a medical enigma.

Either way, we are doing his breathing treatments several times a day to help him breath. I also had to put him back on the oral Gentamyacin IV since his super stinky diarreah came back too.

Even though this has been a rough winter full of hard to kick germies, we really are very lucky and blessed. The germies we've had have been manageable from home. Our sweet Heart Cousin Beckham has been in and out of the hospital with low platelet counts. It's so bad, that he is now back in the hospital indefinately until they can get it back to a normal level. It's just too dangerous for him to be away from the hospital since he bleeds so easily and it doesn't want to clot. The poor little guy is covered in bruises. It breaks my heart!! Please keep him and his family in your thoughts and prayers.

A New Word

Noah finally said (with some prompting). . . Ma!

It sounded like musical gold. He has only said it twice since then and both times with prompting but that's fine with me. He has to start somewhere.

Tomorrow I am taking him up to Primary Children's Hospital to meet with an Orthopedic Specialist to see about his leg turning out. His appointment is at 8am. They called and asked me to be there 15 minutes early. They claim for paperwork but I know better. The clinics don't even open till 8am. They just don't want me to be late. I don't blame them though. A 30 minute drive that early in the morning... if it wasn't for my insomnia and waking up super early lately I might actually be worried.

He's Out To Get Me

If only I was joking.

Noah is out to get me. He is secretly (or not so secretly) planning my demise.

He is not even two (almost 21 months to be exact) and this kid already knows all about trouble. I don't know if it's because he is making up for being bedridden in the NICU and CICU for so long or because he's just a boy. I am sure that Lilly was not like this though.

Here is a small example of what the menace was up to today.

I find him in the living room. He has removed all the pillows off the couch, climbed up the back of it and is standing on the window sill, clutching the blinds that I have raise way above his head, as he licks (yes, licks) the window. I get him down. As I fix the pillows I hear a noise in the kitchen and then a crunching rapidly moving down the hall way. I go to Lilly's room to find Noah sitting on the floor with a bag of Doritos that he got out of the LOCKED pantry cabinet. I take the chips from him that then results in a screaming tantrum. As I put the chips away the screaming stops. I go into the living room to find out why, and find Noah standing on his tip toes grabbing my purse off the table and pulling it down.

One thing after another. Add to that no nap and 45 minutes of non-stop screaming while I was hoping he would fall asleep and you have one tired, worn out, and frazzled mommy.

I told you he was out to get me.

But I have to add a side note. As much as I would like to leave it at that and try and invoke some fellow mommy sympathy, I just can't. Because every time this little monster tries my patience or runs circles around me, I can feel nothing but complete gratitude that he is here to run circles around me. There was many moments when I didn't know if I would be blessed with such a pleasure. So even when I am tired and frazzled, I can't help but remember that I wouldn't have it any other way.

My life is so very blessed.

Praying For Gracie!

Baby Gracie is 11 months old. Today she was listed for a 2 Heart Transplant in as many days. The first heart she received didn't start beating properly after it was transplanted.

This little girl has been through so much. She is now on ECMO while we all pray a new heart will come quickly.

Please pray for her and stop by her blog. I'm sure her family could use some supportive comments.

Thank you!

A Different Perspective

The other day I was feeling a weight on my shoulders. You might know the one. I'm sure most Heart Mommies, Transplant Mommies and Daddy's too have felt it at one point along the road. The weight of knowing that it's never over. That it's not something that can be healed with an antibiotic or that is cured. It's a life time journey.

I'm fine with this.

It was the reminder of how short a time it might be that bothered me.

Hearing of Brandi's passing and of Kenzie's rejection really upset me. Not only as I grieve and pray for their families but also as I worry about what the futur may hold for Noah.

The fact that I almost lost him on several occasions never has a difficult time reminding me of that pain.

And then there was a light in the dark tunnel I was clouding myself in.

I saw a blog post on my (extended) cousin's blog. The same cousin I turned to when I learned of Noah's need. Because she had been there once. Many years earlier she was diagnosed with Cardiomyopothy and received a Heart Transplant.

Her post?

"Today makes 20 Years Post Transplant."

My fog lifted. My joy was not only for my cousin. It was also for Noah. (And Kenzie). Yes, there are some journies that are cut short. But then there are some whose journy is just beginning. Even with 20 years...

I don't know when Heavenly Father will call Noah home. But I know that he WILL full fill his mission in this life before he goes. He was given that promise.

So now, I just have to have faith. Faith that God's will will be done and then I have to pray... That it won't be done for 80 more years.

And hey, 20 years is a good place to start.

*Happy 20 years post transplant Kalli! That's a true testament to your strength, your determination, and your love of life. All things I hope to instil in Noah. I love that both Noah and Beckham have you to look up to. Because I know how truely we do need you!.**

An Update, An X-Ray and Some Sad News

Noah's recent Cardiology appointment went really well!

We started out the day by getting to the hospital bright and early since he has to have his blood drawn 30 minutes prior to receiving his morning dose of Neoral. He recognizes what's happening now and he gets sad and cries but he is quick to be comforted and move on. He did so well he got a very cute white teddy as a prize.

Then his echo was next. This was the best echo experience since he was a baby in Denver and would just sleep through it. This time he drank some of his bottle, watched some cartoons, and played with my phone. I also taught him how to sign mouse. He thought that was neat. He didn't cry or grab at the wand and wires. I was very relieved because I wanted him to get a good echo so I knew the results would be correct.

Then his appointment was next. Dr Everett said he was doing great! He passed all the tests. His echo looked great. I still need to take more blood monday morning to send to Denver to check his med level but other than that we are good to go till our trip to Denver in June.

Next up was his synagis shot and checkup with Dr. Samson-Fang his pediatrician. I love her. She is so helpful and never makes me feel stupid for my concerns or questions and she is very helpful. He got his two awful and painful shots. Then was checked out due to his booger cold. No ear infections and it seems his breathing treatments are keeping his lungs clear. So he just has to wait it out. This is fine as long as its just boogers. So that is good. While we were there I also asked her to watch him walk. Noah turns his left leg out when he walks. I think this contributes to his lack of balance and I wanted to get her thoughts. As soon as she saw it she gave us a referral to see an ortho specialist and sent us for an X-ray of his hips. Better safe than sorry.

His X-ray turned out fine and he has the specialist app early next month to make sure he doesn't need a brace or something. Not a big worry. A brace or therapy should help if its not something he will just out grow. So more details on that after his appointment.

It was a very busy day but all in all it was good.

But now the bad news.
My good friend Monica (who I met in Denver and lives here in Utah) is back in Denver with Kenzie. Kenzie was sick for a bit and it turns out it was rejection. I don't want to share too much of their story without permission but I had to put a prayer request out there. Kenzie (and her family) are in need of your prayers and good thoughts. Please remember them for me.
While in Denver Monica also found out that our friend
Sam's little sister Brandi passed away this past December. You might remember me telling you about Sam. I first met her shortly after we got to Denver. I actually met her at the same time as Monica and Kenzie. Sam had cardiomyopothy and had just gotten her heart transplant. Her sister and brother also needed heart transplants. Their story has been featured in People magazine. Its rare for three members of the same family to all have this same disease and need a transplant. Well, about two months after we came home Sam and her family came back to Denver so her sister Brandi could get her transplant. Well, last December Brandi got sick with a virus and unfortunately passed away.

This is very sad for me and Monica. We both love this family. Their loss is our loss.

It's also a grim reminder. Even after things calm down and life gets easier you can't let your guard down. Transplant is a miracle and a gift from God. But it is also a road that has many ups, downs, and curves. Every day is a gift. Every single day!!!

Update and Recent News

I'll get to telling the rest of my story from the previous post soon. For now, I wanted to let you all know how Noah is doing.

All things considered, he is doing GREAT!

He does have a cold right now. Some nasty sinus stuff that he is having a hard time beating. He is Booger Central at the moment.

But, he is signing more and more. (Thank you Signing Time!!)

He started signing Go today. He also regularly signs All Done (as he throws things in the trash, throws his food off of his high chair, or throws pill bottles out the front door), Please (when he wants me to turn Signing Time on) and More (when the episode of Signing Time is over and he wants to watch it again).

He also says Ba ALOT because he still isn't eating too well and wants a bottle because he is hungry. Thank goodness for Formula because it's the only thing that keeps me from worrying about his nutrition. What I do is add about 4 oz of concentrated lactose free formula to 4 oz of Soy Very Vanilla milk (instead of water) and he loves it.

He has a cardio appointment and his next Synagis shot on Thursday. If all is well, he won't need to go back until we head to Denver in June. YAY!!

I also finally got a referral for him to see a geneticist. I called to make the appointment and they can't see him until Sept 29th. Yes, September. How crazy is that?? I'm not taking him because I want to know what caused his heart defect. I want to take him to find out if he has some sort of defect that might cause things in addition to his CHD. That way I can plan ahead for his care and hopefully catch things early. If he has a diagnosis, it also might help me get better state funding for him.

He is still full of kisses (even if they are snotty ones, I take them) and he loves playing with Lilly. They two crack eachother up and laugh all the time. It's music to my ears. They like playing in the bath together. Poor Noah gets a bit picked on because Lilly likes to dump water on his head. Luckily he doesn't seem to mind.

The yucky part, is we are STILL on lock down. Even more than before since there seems to be a nasty tummy bug making the rounds. I have had to keep Lilly home from more things too just so she doesn't bring the buggies back. She is SO antsy to go outside and play. I sure hope Spring comes quickly.

But I must say, one of the funniest things going on in our house right now is Noah taking his asthma nebulizer treatments. We are up to twice a day since he is sick right now but that's okay with him. He loves it. What I usually do is put the mask on him and we sit in his rocking chair and I sing him songs. Well, not really songS. More like a song. He wants me to sing him Rainbow Salad from Signing Time over and over and over again. So we rock back and forth while I sing it to him. He loves it so much, that I catch him in his room sitting in the chair rocking and holding his mask several times through out the day. Makes me laugh EVERY Time!!

In CHD news, it's February again. Which means Congenital Heart Defect Awareness week starts on the 7th. So, I am going to try and post some informative posts over the next few days. Please help me raise awareness by adding the CHD banner and button to your blogs. Posting about it would be awesome too.

Noah wouldn't have needed his Heart Transplant if it wasn't for the Congenital Heart Defect he was born with. We need to raise awareness about CHDs, not just to learn more, but also so parents can learn to recognize the symptoms. It may just save a life. Either way, it's a topic near and dear to OUR hearts and for good reason. Please help me spread the word.

I will update again when I get the information back from Noah's tests on Thursday.

Much Love,

The Beast and The Glass Box

I've talked about The Beast before.

The night Noah went into his post transplant Cath I stared into its awful eyes and won.

Noah was back in ICU after receiving that ill-fated blood transfusion that gave him TRALI (Transfusion Related Acute Lung Injury). He was so sick and yet there didn't seem to be much explanation for his ectopy (unusual Heart Rhythms) or why they couldn't get good blood pressure readings. Dr. Pietra decided it was time for another Cath to check pressure and see if we could find some answers.

I already felt like my last thread of sanity was beginning to fray. I just wasn't prepared for him to get so sick after he had been so strong waiting for his new angel heart. It was such an unwelcome and unexpected turn of events, I was rattled.

Then, while he was in having his cath done I sat in the hallway. I tried peaking through the window to see if the atmosphere was calm or anxious. The nurses were wonderful and called me every hour to give me updates but if they were even a minute late, there I was peering through the window. As if that would tell me anything.

Finally, Alison (Noah's Transplant Coordinator) and Dr. Pietra came out to talk to me.

Turns out Noah's Blood Pressure is insanely high. Not just fatally high for a baby but fatally high for an adult. They were quickly wrapping up the cath and rushing him down to radiology for an MRI of his brain. The likelihood that Noah had a massive Brain Bleed was almost a guarantee.

I rode down the patient elevators with Noah and the rest of the team. Alison came along to be my liaison and keep me updated.

I remember stepping off the elevator and watching them wheel Noah into the imaging room and feeling this beast inside me.

It was angry and dangerous and loud and it was ripping at my insides trying to get out.

It was all I could do to keep that awful monster locked inside me. There is a saying that a person learns how strong they are when they have to be. I learned that night that I was much stronger than I imagined.

Alison came out to update me and the look on her face terrified me. But everything was fine. There was no evidence of any bleed or damage.

But that night I saw something inside of me that even now I feel like I can't completely control. I would be lying if I said it didn't scare me still.

I've come to find out that I'm not the only one who has met this monster. Who has felt it rip and tear up your insides as it tries to break free. Who has done everything in their power to keep it locked up inside so it doesn't break free.

Even now, I sense it sometimes. But that story will have to wait.

The Beast and The Glass Box: To Be Continued. . .

I Had To Share

From 5 Minutes for Mom (I hope they don't mind me reposting this.)

January 7, 2009

4 Year Old Coleman Has Gone To Heaven

Written by Susan

I’m reading Coleman Scott Larson’s carepages update and I’m choking on a lump in my throat as tears well up…

You might be one of the thousands who have been following Coleman’s journey on carepages.com, or you might remember Coleman from our Blogs Can Change Lives campaign, or this might be the first time you’ve seen his photo… regardless of how long each of us have known Coleman, he has a message for us:

“Coleman would NOT want you to be mad at God.”

I do not know how Coleman’s mother can write with such courage… it must be God’s strength within her.

Here are some excerpts from her recent post called “Tears filled with Hope”.

“Coleman said long ago, “Some day I won’t need NO more meds or pokes, wight mommy?”

No more sweetie. You are free.

Today the world may have cried a river of tears for a little boy’s life that ended way too soon, but we believe Heaven is REJOICING over Coleman’s job well done.

Coleman was an amazing child of God and we were so honored to be chosen as his parents.

He left this world at 10:45 last night- he fought HARD until the very end, not wanting to give up, but finally letting go. He was a warrior and a hero our hearts will forever miss. We had the most glorious five years together- a gift we will never forget.”

Coleman’s mother tells this profound story… you MUST read this…

“One day Coleman heard someone say they were mad at God. He didn’t say a word, but later came to me with this complete look of disbelief on his face and asked, “mommy? did you hear them say they were mad at DOD? WHY would they say that?” He couldn’t even fathom the thought. Then he raised his little eyebrows and said, “well, I hope they don’t say that in PUB-WIC (public)!” and walked away. He knew there were some things he could not change, but HIS faith never wavered.

Lots of people have mentioned their anger toward God …how can He let this happen when so many people have been praying for Coleman? Why didn’t he answer our prayers?

I just can’t be angry at Our God who sent Coleman to us in the first place. Coleman was a child of God, WE were chosen to be his parents- and how blessed we were. Maybe my feelings will change, but like Coleman, I can’t imagine being angry at God. Would we have loved to have had more time with Coleman? YES! I want him back right now, but I know that’s the selfish part of me talking. I know I will hurt more than I can ever imagine in missing him… and I know I will have MANY days of heartache and anger, but my anger is over the fact we live in a world where we can do so much, but still do not have a cure for this horrific disease. Children are paying the price for that. More on that will come-

I guess what I’m saying is I know for a fact, Coleman would NOT want us to be mad at God. He taught us so much in his time here. His lessons will go on for a very long time. He knew where he came from and he knew where he was going. My heart aches for more time, but I’m SO thankful for the time we got with him, and we know we WILL be with him again. God doesn’t always answer our prayers in the way we want him to…HIS ways are not ours, and that’s hard to accept, but true. It doesn’t mean I don’t question it- it’s hard to understand, but one day we WILL know.

Many people have asked how Caden is doing. Now that’s a long story, but we have assured him that we love him. He is dealing the best way he can- just like us.

I turned my desk Praying Parent calendar today, and thought I’d share what it said…
“We are dependent on God to enable us to raise our child properly, and He will see to it that our child’s life is blessed.” One thing I have learned is that I should not try to force my own will on my child in prayer. I have found it is better to pray more along the lines of “Lord show me how to pray for this child. Help me to raise him Your way, and may Your will be done in his life.”

I believe God’s will was done through Coleman. I know it.”

The family is asking that instead of flowers, please send donations in Coleman’s memory to either:

The Hospice House of Fort Dodge, Iowa
The Ronald McDonald House of Iowa City
or curesearch.org

A Different Perspective

Where am I?

Oh, I'm in my dumb crib. I remember now. Mom put me here last night. Man, I still don't want to be here. Maybe if I scream she'll get me out this time.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH"

Ah, there she is. Hi, mommy! Come here, let me give you kisses... Oh, sorry. I know it hurts when I bite your lip. I just can't help myself.

So, what's for breakfast. I want it now.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHH"

Didn't work. Let's try again.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH"

There it is.

No! Wait! I don't want this! What is she thinking? I want the yellow cheesy noodles. Maybe if I throw it I'll get my cheese.

YES! That one went far! Oh, and check that out! That one is sticking to the wall. Oh, wait. Mommy doesn't look very happy.

"All Done!"

Why isn't she getting me cheesy noodles? No! I don't want to get down.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Why are you taking me out of the kitchen? I want cheesy noodles!

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Now is my chance. Mommy isn't looking. Okay, here is the cabinet. Oh, looky here. I remember this box. I think there is some yummy stuff in here.

Oops. Mommy isn't going to be happy that I spilled these chocolate balls all over the floor again.

HEY! Don't take them away! These are fun!

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH"

Don't make me go in the other room again! I want to be in the kitchen!

Oh, I wonder what's behind this door? Oh, bowls! FUN!

No, no, no!!! I want the bowls!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH"

Man, mommy is no fun. Maybe I should warm her up with a kiss.

Oops! I didn't mean to bite again. Sorry mom.

Well... let's go see what Lilly is doing.

Ahh... a movie! I sure like standing right in front of the TV. Oh, and look at all these buttons. I wonder what this one does.

What? What did I do? Hey, where did the movie go?

No, Mom! Don't make me move! I wanted to be right there!!!

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Hey, why is Lilly is the bathroom? I want to be in the bathroom. Maybe there is water in the tub! I love the water. I think I'll go check it out. Hey... no...no... let me in there!! I know you're hiding the water from me!!

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Fine, let's go see if mommy was smart enough to turn on Signing Time for me. Oh, good Mommy. Oh... I love Rachel. Look at all those fun signs I could use. By why? Mommy sure seems to get excited when I yell. Oh, yelling is fun.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

YAY! Mommy came to watch Signing Time with me! Come here mom, let me give you a kiss.

Oops!

(The first hour of Noah's day, from Noah's perspective, as told my Noah's mommy)

Some Recent Pictures

Noah and Mommy at the Little America Buffet on Thanksgiving. And YES! We ARE wearing GREEN in honor of Noah's Donor and Organ Donation!

Thanksgiving Celebration at Nanny's and Poppy's

Christmas pictures. We just did them ourselves one day because Lilly was sick.

He looks so grown up.

He LOVED his Signing Time CD's he got for Christmas and kept giving Rachel kisses.

He HAD to sit in the Dora Chair during Christmas at Nanny and Poppy's. Every time we tried to take it away he would look for it.

During one of his recent fits. I think he is teething because this is happening a lot and is not like him.

Playing with his Daddy.

His new secret hiding spot for all his toys... and blankets...and pacifiers.

He takes this broom EVERY WHERE he goes.

Lilly and Noah were just posing for pictures today.

Please check out all of our Christmas Pictures over at Memoirs of a Mommy.

Sometimes The Pictures Do Lie

When Noah was born I had no idea he had a heart problem. I had anticipated something since I was being induced early but I wasn't worried. So when I was told he had a very worrisome heart murmur and Life Flight was on the way it was like being slapped.

During my first prenatal ultra sound I remember seeing his little heart. It struck me as being different than Lilly's had been. With Lilly her heart had looked perfect with a strong rhythmic beat. Noah's somehow seemed off. Maybe it was weaker or the beat was off. But it was enough of something to catch my eye. I asked the technician if his heart was okay and was told it was. Everything was fine.

Now I know it wasn't. I often wondered why it was caught early. Did they just not look closely enough? Was it something that even could have been seen?

I know it doesn't matter in the long run. The problem was there. It couldn't have been fixed even if we had known about it. We found out in enough time and thanks to a very loving family, Noah received a new heart and is doing great.

I can tell you though, that the next time we have a baby, I'm getting a fetal echo and doing all the testing. Why? Because I've decided that I don't like surprises. Not one bit. I would much rather prepare myself for what is ahead.

And yet, I know surprises will come. And I will face them with whatever strength is required. Because sometimes the pictures do lie.

Walking In A Winter Wonderland

Know what that means?

It means Noah is gave me the greatest Christmas present this year.

Noah is WALKING!!

He just gets up and goes. He is also crawling up and down the stairs as being downstairs is his most favorite place in the world. He is jabbering more with lots of gaaa's and laaa's and back of the throat noises. He likes to play bye bye where he waves and says bye then crawls around the corner. Then he comes back and does it again. He even comes up to me and says ickle while he tries to tickle me.

He went from nada to yada almost over night. It's wonderful to see him make such progress. He is SO full of personality.

I am so thankful that he is here with us. It's just one of those things I don't take for granted.

I love how he gives me kisses every night while I say prayers with him. He just plants them on me the entire time. I love how he face plants himself on the floor when he is trying to show off. I love how I can't go into the bathroom alone because he MUST come in and make sure their isn't water in the tub to play with. And I love how every time he has his shirt off he rubs his little budda belly all gentle like.

I remember last year we hadn't been home from Denver very long. Noah had just had surgery to remove his yucky gallbladder and appendix and we had been in and out of the ER and hospital. And, even though at the time I didn't know it, we were about to spend a few days in there again for RSV.

This year, he seems to be staying fairly healthy even though he does have a runny nose and a cough. His nebulizer helps the cough. I've been sick and Lilly is super sick and yet *crossing my fingers* he's done okay ever since his Fifth's breakout over Halloween.

He loves toys and I can't wait to see how he reacts tomorrow morning.

I am very mindful of his Donor Family this night. They are never far from my mind but I know this is only the 2nd Christmas without their precious baby. And while I still don't know who they are I grieve for their loss. I know the price that was paid to have Noah here with me.

So to our Donor Family, our Family, our Friends, and our Readers... Merry Christmas!

Much Love,

It's That Time Again

I am taking Noah up to PCMC tomorrow to get his first Synagis shot of the season.

I am so thankful he was approved for it again. He was so sick last year when he got RSV (even after getting the shots) that I hate to think how sick he might get if he got it again WITHOUT the shot this time.

And you all know that we haven't exactly been the example of health so far this year. Right now I'm just hoping he doesn't catch the bronchitis I came down with.

It sort of makes me laugh though... because I know people don't believe me when I say how often I am at the hospital. But we really do go there a ton. Doctor appointments, labs, follow ups, procedures... and that's just the icing on the cake.

It's all good though.


P.S. You probably all know this but just incase you don't, you can read all about our daily adventures (including updates on the rest of the family) over at my personal blog Memoirs of a Mommy. I try to keep Noah's Adventure to just the story of Noah's .... Adventure. LOL