I have to admit, it was kinda weird. We went from a house with eight (which already seemed a bit small) to a house of four. (And Deborah wasn't around much either. Totally stressed out with school and a ballroom concert. She did amazing!)
I put in a call to Primary's but they weren't too concerned, plus he had a visit coming up on Wednesday anyway. So on Tuesday, I decided to give it a try and get us out of the house.
I figured that if we went up to Temple Square and Aaron decided to be funky, we were almost all the way to Primary's anyway. We put extra oxygen tanks in the car, and away we went.
Michael wanted to do some indexing in the Family Search Center. (what eight-year-old wants to do that? He's pretty neat.)
I love this statue of a mother and her son. I am so grateful for the sons I've been blessed with. They are true inspirations to me, all of them. What lessons they've taught me.
We were able to spend about five hours up there before heading back home to try to beat rush hour. And Michael, who wasn't all that thrilled with the idea of going in the first place, didn't want to leave.
Wednesday, we had our "all-you-can-eat" appointment at Primary's where Aaron sees several specialists. Overall, the ones we saw were happy with where he is. But pulmo, ENT, and respiratory all wanted to know when we were seeing cardio again. He's had some stranger symptoms, or maybe not strange, but ones we haven't seen for a while.
I feel like I'm having to chose between his heart being happy, or his lungs. I mean, seriously, they're right next to each other, neighbors. Can't they get along??
Playing while waiting for his doctors.
So I've got a call into cardio now, and the nurse agreed that maybe he needs to be seen before our appointment the end of May.
See, he's been kinda weird on his oxygen. It's just very unstable. Sometimes he's awesome, down to 2-4 liters. But just as often he's sitting on 6-8. I've had to bag him a couple of times in the past few weeks. and he's not sick. He's also been sweating more, and more tired.
BUT through it all his heart rate has been amazing. So it's not like his heart itself is working harder. I'm stumped.
It turns out that Trisomy is not a reason to reject an organ or tissue, as long as it meets other criteria. So depending on how he decides to leave us, his kidneys will probably be able to be a gift, and maybe his liver. His lungs and heart are out, they're just too tattered already. But his heart valves can probably be used. That one really got me as I know so many women whose little ones struggle with exactly that.
NO, I didn't make the call because I think his time is coming. But I felt like that was information we needed to have well before the decision is made. But it did make me face reality for a little bit. And now, I'm putting it away, and not going to think about it again until I have to.

Then on Sunday, Aaron got to go to church with us!! He's been grounded from church because of germs (and I have to say, there still seemed to be plenty there this week!) since last December. But after Easter, we try to take him back.

We're looking forward to his Kindergarten shots next month. Another milestone I never actually even considered. This little man blesses our lives so much. So grateful to have him here with us. And hoping for many, many more years...
Carl Friedrich Gauss
Kindergarten shots! That's so exciting! I feel so bad we've been sick. We can't seem to get rid of this cold. It's been lingering over a week!
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