Friday, March 23, 2012

Jakey Jake

Oh where to start with my Jakey Jake?!

He is what I deem to be you're typical 2 1/2 year old.  He is loud and obnoxious and has an attitude on him that makes my death glares peel paint.  Yet on the flip side he knows when to turn on the charm and being a polite little stinker.  That's what my family refers to him as.  A polite stinker, actually a little more vulgar and more of a polite little shit.  But you catch the drift.

Jakey is the light of my life.  He's been my rock when I have had nothing.  He's gotten me through deployments, he's gotten me through heartaches and given me his fair share as well.  Jacob's medical issues and quirks have tried me and made me who I am as a mom to this day.  I've learned and lived that you are the only voice you're child has.  If you want the best then by God you have to push for the best.



Jacob Lee Strohmeyer was born May 20, 2009  weighing in at a whopping 5 lbs 6 ozs.  He was so tiny.  my favorite picture is my cousin Jo holding him in his arm and just how tiny he looks.  Jo looked like he was cradling a football.

When Jacob was about 5 months old instead of gaining weight he started losing it at a rapid rate.  We were in Italy (where his dad was stationed at that time) and weren't getting answers.  So when "the father" deployed and I was back stateside with my family I started the process of specialists.  It hasn't ended.

Jacob was born with a condition called obstructive esophageal dysphagia and severe acid reflux. As defined by http://www.aba15.com/what-is-dysphagia/: Esophageal dysphagia has a functional and mechanical  cause.  Examples of functional causes include myasthenia gravis and bulbar palsy and mechanical causes include carcinoma of the esophagus, peptic esophagitis and esophageal compression.  Disease in tissues adjacent or in the esophagus always cause esophageal dysphagia resulting in the lumen of the esophagus narrowing.

The obstructive aspect was deemed to be his tonsils and adenoids being enlarged to almost 3x the normal size.  November of 2011 I had his tonsils and adenoids taken out along with tubes put in his ears they were also doing an exploratory exam to see if he had a cleft larynx.  My mom went with me the day of the surgery and my brother Brian stayed with Jacob and I overnight.  I can only rank this day as day 2 of the hardest days of my life.  Day 1 was being in pre-term labor with Olivia and getting ready to be transferred to OHSU from Tuality Hospital because they specialize in prenatal care.  I was only at 32 weeks.  But that was August 2012.  Back to November 2011.

We arrived at the hospital fine, got checked in, they even took Jacob a half an hour early.  Surgery went fantastic and they finished quicker then they expected.  The Dr. didn't find a cleft in his larynx so that wasn't an issue and didn't need to be fixed.  There was some physical scarring that the Dr. could see in his bronchial tubes and they biopsied a piece of tissue to find that the levels tested about 60%.  To be diagnosed with acid reflux as a medical condition you normally would test about 20%.  We didn't find that out until four weeks after Jacob's surgery.

Immediately after Jacob's surgery we ran into a road block.  Jacob wasn't coming out of the anesthesia well.  I am going to side vent and go off on a tangent here because it still bothers me to this day.  The Dr's came out and told me his surgery went well, someone will be out in about ten minutes to take me back to be with him while he is coming out of the anesthetic.  A half an hour later I started getting ancy and nervous.  One of the nurses came out and told me to follow her.  She led me back to the recovery area and Jacob was laying there with a handful of nurses surrounding his recovery bed.  Only to be told Jacob is having a hard time calming down and coming out the anesthetic.  Every time he started getting upset he would stop breathing to the point of going completely blue and rigid, and nurses having to bag him.  No mother ever should hear that everything is great, his surgery was fine, you can go see him in recovery now only to be told we can't get him to calm down and he keeps coding.  Here's you're blue not breathing son, hold him and see if you can calm him down.  OH HELL NO!  I understand he was having issues coming out of the anesthetic, that can't be controlled.  But there sure as hell is going to be some more of an explanation then that.  But that's the only explanation that I got.

Since Jacob was under the age of five and had a surgery he automatically was staying in the hospital overnight.  Now it was whether or not he was to go to the children's ICU unit or to a normal room.  Jacob wouldn't calm down.  Every time the blood pressure cuff would squeeze on his leg he would hold his breathe until he passed out.  Only since he was so small and they gave him so much of the anesthetic he held his breathe but couldn't control his body enough to make him take a breathe.  His muscles were too relaxed and he would start coding.  Meanwhile I would be holding him to calm him down, and then the blood pressure cuff would squeeze and Jacob would start coding, only for him to get ripped out of my arms thrown on a bed with oxygen masks being placed over his face while he is turning blue.  Three separate times they were talking about needing to intubate to keep his airways open and flowing.  Obviously after a surgery on his tonsils and adenoids, sticking a tube down his throat to open his airways isn't the best solution to the problem.  After 8 hours of his blood pressure cuff going off every 20 minutes he finally had gotten to a point that he wasn't so upset and when he did he could catch his breath again.  We didn't go to ICU but they did put him in a step up from the regular rooms and a step down from the ICU.  It's right in the middle and they placed him directly next to the nurses station so they could respond quickly.  Nothing will make the talons come out faster then watching you're son go through that and not being able to do anything about it.

Since then we've had some improvement, but mostly things have just stayed the same.  He is still my super skinny, picky eater.  We have a follow swallow study here soon so there of course will be an update as to what we find.  I am pretty excited to figure this out and fix it!

Meanwhile December 2011...  "the father" and Jacob were dinking around the house while "the father" was home on leave and Jacob fell and fractured his elbow.  THAT was a real blast!  He had a fantastic yellow cast the went from halfway above the elbow down.  That came in February 2012...

March 2012...  We got to spend three weeks back in a cast!  Whooo!  We Strohmeyer's know how to LIVE!  He was dinking around in my bedroom while I was folding clothes and Olivia and Brad were in 'helping'.  Jacob was climbing in and out of the laundry basket and fell out and fractured his forearm.

Now the cast is off and mommy is holding her breathe just like Jacob did in the hospital to make sure we don't 'fracture' anything else!  We are experts on cast care though, so if you have any questions you know where to go!  ;)

The beginning

So it begins...

A girlfriend of mine started a blog of her experiences, trials and tribulations.  I said to myself, "I have a lot to say too!"  Although as I said it, I said it in the whiny voice of my two year old son.  Which is why I deem myself worthy of a mommy-hood break to write a bit.

Having a blended family is really hard.  And the more it keeps blending the more and more difficult it is to keep everyone up to date on the kids and myself.  So here goes a shot in the dark.  If it works, it works.  If it doesn't, it doesn't.  But don't tell me if it doesn't.  I want to pretend for a moment that it does.

I am a single mommy of two wonderful, fantastic and amazing little ones!  Jacob who is turning 3 years old in the coming months and Olivia, "O", who will be 8 months in a matter of a week.  Good God, writing that down makes me have a mini panic attack!  Within the next four months I will have a 1 year old and a 3 year old.  Cue hair-graying and stress.

I didn't start off my life and adventures of children by myself.  There was a partner in crime.  I am being taught through my parenting classes to refer to him as "the father".  I need to represent him in a way that the kids will want to grow up knowing him as.  My relationship with him is what it is: faulty, rocky, upsetting, and above all else between him and I.  But one thing that will never change will be the relationship and bond that he will always share with his children.  He is "the father".

We've been separated for over a year now, and both have moved on with our lives.  Yes it took me a bit longer, but guess what?  I love where I am at now.  (And yes I realize in you're minds you might be thinking that this woman is OUT of her mind.  She has two young children, works part-time, and maintains that she still has sanity and is happy!  I call bull!)

Here's the secret...  I joined the fold of online dating.  Yes, yes.  GASP!  I joined Match.com and became a statistic and number.  Originally, no.  I was depressed about it just as with every other aspect of my life.  I couldn't go a day without a melt down or actually wanting to get out of bed.  It scared me when I realized I would rather take a nap and lay in bed then get up and play with my kids, or enjoy my brand new daughter, or build awesome towers and watch Jakey-Jake destroy them.  Now don't get me wrong, I have had a ton of help.  I am the youngest of 8 kids and have a wonderfully fantastic extended family (grand-kids of my generation total 21, only 6 princesses)  They helped me more in this last year then everyday of my life previously.  From pre-term labor with my daughter, to bed rest, to Jacob's surgery, to Jacob's broken arms (yes that is plural) to plain and simple just telling me to take a step back and breathe.  At first I couldn't get out of the funk.  It was terrible.  My world was ripped out from under me and I had to go from one lifestyle (a very structured military lifestyle) to here you go, here is the big bad scary world plus two kids who depend on you're every move, GO.  This thought would cue hyper-ventilating and migraines without fail.

Ultimately it took a few tries but I found the right 'Match' for me.  Oh God that sounds so cliche.  But it's a little off setting at times when you find someone that you match so well with and fit so well into their lifestyle and them into you'res that days turn into months and months into years.  It speeds up the process of life without you even realizing it.  Brad :)  <3  and I have actually talked about the two of us moving in together and combining the kids with his dog, Miss Miko.  We have started looking but obviously the move itself is still a ways out.

Brad is more than a breathe of fresh air.  The previous relationship that I had did NOT go well.  See Match dating posts to read more on that one.  But Jacob absolutely adores spending time with him and his family.  Olivia is the same way.  It's amazing to find someone who can wholeheartedly allow children into his/her life without not even having their own, but never having been around children to begin with.  At times I feel like he is the one teaching me how to be a parent.  He has taught me more about myself and what I want and what I expect then I have in the last 24 years of my life.

All in all.  Right now.  In this moment.  I am happy.  I love life again.

So here's to a new beginning full of ups and, I know, downs.  Life's lessons along the way and probably a bit more sarcasm than you want.