Ellie was born with a severe bilateral cleft lip and palate. This blog follows the ups and downs of her journey through the various stages of treatment, and offers some insight in to the life of a cleft-affected child. Being the parent of said child poses its own challenges, and updates are made when I can, not always as soon as something happens.
Thursday, 30 May 2013
30/05/13 - Back to the Doctor
Tuesday, 28 May 2013
29/05/13 - The Terminology of Clefts
28/05/13 - Double Whammy
Sunday, 26 May 2013
26/05/13 - Financial Challenges
Friday, 24 May 2013
24/05/13 - Opthomology
22/05/13 - Unbelievably Proud!
Thursday, 16 May 2013
16/05/13 - No Answers
After hearing that Ellie's swelling should have gone down I decided to take her back to the doctor. Obviously it wasn't practical to drive all the way to Hobart to see Doctor Kimble, so instead I made us an appointment with Doctor Naiker.
I should have saved my time. He had a quick look at her mouth and pulled her lip around, before saying that it's probably fine. His only suggestion was to come back in two weeks and see how it's going. He didn't even bother to address the redness and weeping in her nose.
I should know by now that Doctor Naiker is not the greatest when it comes to more specialised problems. But seeing as we are so far from our specialists, and it takes weeks to get in to our paediatrician, there's not much we can do about it.
Wednesday, 15 May 2013
15/05/13 - Worried
Tuesday, 14 May 2013
13/05/13: Troubles with Solids
After such a strong start last week, she got a bit of pumpkin in her palate and squirted it out her nose. That upset her a lot, and I imagine it probably hurts having food come out your nose, no matter how smooth the puree is.
I kept trying every day, but the results were the same. She'd take one or two spoons and then squirt it out her nose again. After a few days the screaming started as soon as I put her in the highchair. I feel terrible upsetting her so much.
I've tried playing around with the consistency and temperature of the food, but it doesn't seem to make a difference. I even tried offering it before her milk feed instead of after. That time she managed a couple of extra spoons but still protested the whole time.
I'm worried that I'm not going to have it sorted out before her palate repair. We were told that it helps if they can take solids after the repair, but at this rate it's never going to happen.
So we're taking a break for a week. When we start again I'll try something sweeter, like apple or pear, and see if she likes that better than vegetables. Hopefully if we find something she likes she can learn that solids are actually quite good.
Meanwhile, I have a laundry full of pumpkin stained clothes - hers and mine!
Friday, 10 May 2013
10/05/13 - Needles, and Impressed with our Doctors
The dreaded four-month needles rolled around almost as soon as we were home from Ellie's surgery. I'm not one of those mums that gets upset about needles, but I do have a problem with how unsettled it makes them. But its far better to have a couple of nasty days rather than them catching some horrible disease, and I'm a staunch advocate of child immunisation.
Our appointment was at 3pm, and we were going out for dinner afterwards. The timing sucked, but I was hoping that the intial sleepiness might help us through dinner. Her last needles had left her sleepy for two days.
It was Doctor Naiker's first time seeing Ellie after her repair, and he had a look at the incredible work that Doctor Kimble had done. He asked a few questions and then it was time to jab my poor little girl. With all of these blood tests that she's had, I think she might be getting used to the needle, and she only cried while I was holding her arms down. Once the needles were in she started to calm down straight away.
After the jabs there was a bit of medical housekeeping to be done. We needed a refferal for Doctor Kimble's private rooms, a refferal for an opthomologist that the hospital had requested, and a new script for zantac. We got through all of those and headed off.
When we got back to mum's I bathed and fed Ellie, and gave her a dose of panadol. Miraculously, she did sleep all the way through dinner, and only woke up for a little bit in the car on the way home. It was only the third time that we'd taken her out for dinner, and she behaved perfectly. I was getting better at breaking our routine occasionally, but it still stressed me out the whole time we were away from home.
When I got home there was a package in the mail from our speach therapist, Sarah. She had sent us a heap of information on starting solids because we'd been unable to see her while we were in Hobart. She added that we could call her if we had any questions during the journey.
One thing I've discovered with Ellie is that we have an incredible medical team. We see the same doctors every time, instead of the endless line of locums that we've seen with Sophie. And on top of that, they all care about her, and want to make things as easy as possible. It's good to know that these people who'll be a big part of our lives, of Ellie's life, are there for us the whole way.
7/05/13 - Solids!
Even though our paediatrician ad recommended we start solids at our last appointment, I'd been putting it off. I knew it was going to be a tricky job, and I kept finding excuses not to start. But with surgery out of the way and the repair healing nicely, I was time to bite the bullet.
Sophie had hated rice cereal, so I planned to start Ellie straight on vegetables. I puréed up some pumpkin, and got ready for our first ood adventure. I'd read on the Cleftpals Facebook page that cleft-affected children usually prefer their solids a little runnier, but that was all I really knew. So it really would be a learning curve for both of us.
I settled her in the high chair, and she sat there staring at me, as if she was trying to work out what I was about to do with her. She moved the first spoonful around in her mouth for a little bit, and then finally swallowed. I was pleasantly surprised to find that pumpkin wasn't coming out her nose, and she managed three or four spoonfuls before she was sick of it and started crying again.
I was happy that something had gone right for a change! It seemed like I'd been worrying over nothing after all, and I was excited now to introduce her to all the different foods out there!
2/05/13 - Post-op Review
After what had felt like a lifetime of struggling with Ellie's post-op care, it was finally time to return to Hobart and see Doctor Kimble again. It was 9 days since her surgery, and we were hoping to hear that she could return to bottle feeding and take the splints off.
Our appointments in Hobart are always made for early afternoon. This gives us time to get down there, and time to get home before it gets too late as well. But it still means an early start for the day. It's generally a four-hour drive, but of course we need to factor in stopping to feed Ellie somewhere along the way. We always time our departure for straight after her feed, but she is on a three-hourly routine, so it's unusual for us not to need to stop at some point.
We left home at the ungodly hour of 6.30am. Between stopping for fuel and breakfast, we lost a bit of time, and Ellie was awake within an hour and a half. We stopped at Perth, but by the time I finished in the bathroom she had gone back to sleep, so we continued without feeding her. The rest of the way we were certain that she would wake up any time, and we kept pausing in each town, but she miraculously stayed asleep.
Because we hadn't needed to stop we were running well ahead of schedule. We decided to stop in at the Cadbury factory for hot chocolates, and we would feed Ellie while we were there. It was the first time I'd fed Ellie with the syringe in public, and I was nervous. Unfortunately I had good reason to be, because as I sat there feeding my screaming baby in the only way we could, I was told by an old lady at the next table just how lazy I was to be feeding her without even holding her. I tried not to let it get to me, but to be honest, she pissed me off.
After that we moved on towards the city, and called in to Ronald McDonald House to say hello to Penny and one of the families that had been there when we stayed. It was great to hear that their little boy was getting better, and they were going home that day.
We left a little bit early to go to the appointment with Doctor Kimble because it was in his private rooms at the Hobart Private Hospital, and we'd never been there before. Luckily though his rooms were easy to find, and we arrived with 10 minutes to spare. His receptionist gave me some paperwork to fill out, and soon after Doctor Kimble arrived.
He has a great level of commitments to his patients, and was immediately chatting with us about he things were going, and if we were having any problems. He was happy with how the repair was healing, and said that the dissolvable stitches should start falling out soon and then the swelling would go down. The best news: Ellie could have a bottle, and we could get rid of the nasty splints!
We talked briefly about the next step in Ellie's journey, and he requested that we come back in July for another check-up, and to organise for her palate repair in September. It was good to know we had five months to get ourselves mentally prepared before going through it all again.
We left town straight after the appointment, because we wanted to get as far as we could before Ellie's feed. We made it to Oatlands. We stopped at the TKO bakery, and planned to have a coffee and feed Ellie before moving on. We should have just kept driving.
I've always been nervous about feeding Ellie in public, even before surgery. Prior to coming to Hobart for her operation, I'd always managed to be close enough to friends or family to call in and feed her, or just sat in the car and did it. She's a noisy and complicated feeder at the best of times, and I don't have the patience to deal with the stares and questions that I always anticipate when I need to feed her in public.
Drew ordered our coffees while I set up on one of the couches. Ellie was in a foul mood, and even though I was finally offering her the bottle she'd been wanting for over a week, she was fighting me big time. After a bit of struggling one of the waitresses came over and stuck her two cents worth of advice in, saying "have you tried feeding her on a different angle?" Now, I know she probably thought she was helping, but I was frazzled, frustrated, and really didn't need someone telling me he to feed my baby. I replied with "I actually think I know how to feed my child, thanks" to which she snorted and muttered something about having nine kids between all of the staff and knowing a thing or two about kids.
That was it. I was so wild. What made her think that I wanted her help, or that I cared how many kids she had? Her experiences were completely different to ours, and those nine kids wouldn't have added up to half of the challenges we face with Ellie. Some people should just really shut their mouths. So, pissed off and annoyed I told Drew we were leaving, and we stormed out.
The plan was to feed Ellie at the next town, 20 minutes up the road but she fell asleep so we carried on to Westbury instead. She was much happier by that stage, but because we were in a hurry to get home and pick Sophie up I cheated, and used the syringe.
Unfortunately for us, that was the end of Ellie's patience for the days travels. She cried the whole 45 minutes from there to Bec's house, where we stopped to have dinner and pick Soph up. She calmed down after I gave her a bottle and Bec bathed her, and she eventually fell asleep.
It was after 8pm by the time we got home. A long day, a lot of driving, plenty of Ellie's signature screams, and some great news from Doctor Kimble. The best thing though was probably knowing we wouldn't need to make the trip again for two more months.