Hair Apparent

William definitely inherited his mother's hair. And oh, how much hair there is! He and John-Raven always had great hair, especially of the bed head variety, as evidenced by the most recent/last post currently on this blog. (*It's fitting that these are posts about his hair, ten years apart. See the footnote at the bottom of this.) 

William has experienced a lot of growth over the last couple of years, and nowhere has that been more obvious than from his man bun (which is the only way he could wear his hair while this long. Otherwise it would get caught in parts of his chair.) 

Other than a couple of minor trims to the ends, he's been growing this for almost two years. November of 2024 was his last real haircut. Why did we start growing it out? A few reasons, really. For one thing, due to the contractures in his neck, the left side of his head presses pretty hard against his chair's headrest, which can irritate his skin and even create sore spots on his head. We've even seen him lose hair there as a result. So when we noticed that longer hair provided a slight buffer and proteect aginst the sorst irritation, we decided to keep it a little longer. 

Plus, the kid has great hair, so why not? 

One other reason we wanted to try growing it out was that, as thick and full as his hair is, we thought it might be nice to donate it to a chairty that can use it to make wigs for other kids who can't grow hair. So, Mom braided sections of his hair... 

...and Dad made the cuts followed by an attempt at shaping his remaining hair. 

Here's what we ended up with. 

It doesn't look like much, but each of those are about 10-12 inches long! 

William seems satisfied with his fresh, lighter haircut, and Dad is happy that William's showers will be that much easier to complete without that giant mass of thick hair. And some kid somewhere will, we assume, be wearing a wig made at least partly from the effort. 

*A Footnote: You might notice that this post is just over ten years since the last post on this blog. Back then, we had been posting on both Blogger and Facebook and decided to start consolidating our posts onto just the Facebook page. It made sense at the time. Over the years, however, Facebook has made operating that page increasingly cumbersome and less meaningful. Plus, sometimes pages like this get deleted, or the page's owners get locked out. Add to that, ya know, the Facebook of it all, and it made sense to find a different place. After considering multiple options, I really felt that a return to this old-school blogspot site just made sense. It's a straightforward, and pleasantly nostalgic, way to keep people updated on us (okay, mostly to keep people updated on William) and preserve a bit of a public record, like a family photo album for others to see. We won't necessarily be shutting down our Facebook page (located at facebook.com/thecobbquad) but I will be migrating at least some (maybe all?) of those posts to this site. I might even throw in some other material. Amanda will continue to post family/William updates to FB as she has been, and Matt will continue to not post much there at all. We'll try to make sure that any significant updates, pictures, and videos posted elsewhere also end up here. We always liked the way this blog worked, and we like it even better now in an age where a blog almost seems a bit quaint compared to the rush and flash of other platforms.

William and His Hair Say "Hi, Everybody!"

Regardless of what's going on in William's life, he still continues to have the most awesome hair ever. Especially in the morning. This bed hair = Legendary.

Happy National Bed Hair Day*!
(*That's totally a thing, probably.)

His crazy mop aside, things have been a little challenging since he's been home (hence the lack of blog updates).

He has a lot more equipment and supplies, which have meant we had to reorganize the boys' room and lots of other spaces in the house. Which is not really a bad thing. For the most part, it's forcing us to do some cleaning out that we've needed to do for some time.

Overall, William is getting stronger. Not as quickly as we'd hoped, but we'll take what we can get.

His ups and downs with his oxygen levels have been a challenge. He's still adapting to the trach, which is no small task since he's learning how to breath a different way than he's used to. I've been told it can take months.

Adapting to the vent isn't easy either. It helps him rest and breathe more easily at night, but only after he settles into it. He often takes an hour or more after we put him on it in bed before he relaxes and goes to sleep.

William qualified for a lot more home health nursing hours than before, and part of that includes a night nurse (rather, a series of night nurses), which is great when we have nurses who know how to balance his respiratory needs with his need for quality sleep.

Initially, our nursing provider had to fill the schedule the best they could, and that meant that during the first week and a half alone, we had 15 different nurses in and out of the house. (That number is a little higher now, but we stopped counting.) Each needed to get oriented with the boys, our procedures, our equipment and supplies, and our expectations.

The schedule is becoming more consistent now, and with William having some days where he seems more like his normal self (with the exception of the added hardware), we're slowly finding a sustainable baseline.

As for John-Raven, well...he's mostly cooperating. His oxygen sats sometimes drop at night, requiring suctioning, turning, a pulse ox lead change, and/or a treatment. On a typical night, though, he does pretty well.

It's a long road to stability but we're getting there and appreciate all of the support.

Home Again

After 64 days, William finally came home. And with him came approximately four bazillion boxes of supplies and enough equipment for a miniature hospital. 

He was so happy and excited to be home that he wouldn't go to sleep his first night back and was up WAY TOO EARLY. 

(Clearly he wasn't feeling as sleep deprived as some other people in the house.)

Together again and loving it.

You know you've been in-patient too long when your green band turns gray.

Independence Day?

John-Raven and William had a good, long-overdue visit last Sunday.

Looks like we finally have a going-home date. Our goal was to get William completely off the ventilator before coming home, but he's still needing it at night. Since that doesn't seem likely to change soon, we've decided to bring him home with vent support. We have completed all of the necessary training and have begun the process of rooming in, which we will finish in time to get discharged on Tuesday (assuming all goes as planned). Looks like July 4th will be a kind of Independence Day for the Cobb Quad.

John-Raven rocked it patriotically on his brother's behalf at Hill Elementary's 4th of July celebration.

Two Steps Forward, One Step Back

It's been a while since our last update. To sum up, we've had some slight delays, but we're getting mostly back on track. And now for more details...

John-Raven gave us some extra work to do for a while. He picked up something that knocked his oxygen saturation levels down and required a "short" visit to the Emergency Department at Cook Children's, which revealed the start of pneumonia in one of his lungs. He didn't have to be admitted to the hospital, and we treated him with the usual barrage of steroids, antibiotics, and breathing treatments, and although it took him a few weeks to get back to baseline, he eventually got there in time for the beginning of summer school. Other than that, he's been doing fairly well.

William was on a fairly clear path toward home (after our requisite rooming-in sessions, which are necessary for families with kids who have new trachs) which would have put us headed home soon, but he started running a fever last Friday. His fevers would come and go, mostly arriving mid-day and dissipating by day's end. None of the tests came back with anything, so we weren't (and aren't) sure what caused the fevers, but they set our discharge back by probably a week or so. His trach culture did test positive for MRSA yesterday. We don't have any evidence to suggest that's been the cause of the fevers, but it's being treated nonetheless. Other than his fevers, which cause him to sleep a lot more than normal, he's been in good spirits and is almost back to where he was at the end of last week.

Amanda and I have completed our trach training and our CPR training, and we even got to be the first to try out an emergency simulation program that the Transitional Care Unit is planning to roll out to parents. (It's basically what they already use to train nurses, and they're going to begin using it to train parents, too. It involves a "dummy" child that actually has a trach, can cough, turns blue when not breathing, can be given CPR and breathing treatments, and generally provides some real-world simulations of problems a trached child might have at home.) All that's left for us is to do our rooming-in, which we should be able to do once William is completely off the vent and only requires an amount of oxygen that is easily sustainable with our home equipment. 

Are We There Yet?

Kazoo Lips and Puppy Dog Hat. (Because, why not?)

William is generally doing okay, and Mom and Dad are learning all the little details of how to care for a trach (dressing cares, tie changes, trach changes, etc.) His lungs are still pretty junky, and he has a lot to clear out, so he's taking a little longer than expected to get completely off the vent (though really, he's just on CPAP, which means that while technically still on a vent, he isn't really needing the full support a vent provides). So he's making progress, but isn't cooperating as much as we would like. His demeanor has been pretty much normal, though, and he's providing plenty of entertainment (as demonstrated in picture).

And who else isn't cooperating as much as we would like? If you answer "John-Raven," give yourself a high five! Last Friday, he began having a little respiratory trouble. It didn't seem to be much of a problem until Saturday when he began really dropping his sats and running a fever. Sunday came, and he wasn't any better. We even had to briefly raise his oxygen to four liters just to keep his sats close to 90. Thankfully, that didn't last long, but it was enough to signal that he needed to be looked at more closely. One trip to Cook Children's Emergency later, and we had some answers: an x-ray showed the start of some pneumonia in one of his lungs, his white blood count was slightly elevated (though not actually in the "high" range), and his lactic acid was just barely outside of the normal range. All of which indicated that we were at the front end of Random Annoying Sickness, so we went home and continued to treat him with steroids and antibiotics and pulmonary treatments and other things of the hit-him-with-everything-and-hope-this-works variety. He's already much better, so with any luck, he'll be fully recovered soon. Just in time for summer break. 

William's Busy Week

William has had a busy week since our last post. On Monday the 9th, the docs decided to scope his airway, mainly because he is considered to have a "critical airway" (that is, highly constricted and difficult to intubate), which had put him at much greater risk during his emergency on the previous Thursday (May 5) and his re-intubation on Friday (May 6).

For the uninitiated: Anytime someone requires intubation, it's because they can't properly breathe on their own, but if you can't get a tube into their airway, well...that's a problem. ('Cuz, ya know, that whole breathing thing is kinda important.)

So the scope was done to see just how bad his airway was, and what we learned was what we had been afraid of: To keep him safe, he needed a tracheotomy.

William = Trachtastic!

So the bad news was that William needed a trach. The good news is that, hey, he can get a trach and that will make him a ton safer in the future. Difficult as it was to accept this new thing, we recognize that the good definitely outweighs the bad here.

The surgery was performed on Wednesday (the 11th). Everything went well, and a couple of days later, the doctors were able to remove him from the vent and he was switched to a trach collar for supplemental oxygen so that he could breathe on his own.

Earlier today, he had his first trach change, which is a bit of a milestone because it means that he is no longer considered a critical airway due to now having an artificial airway that provides quick access for a vent in the case of respiratory difficulties. The ENT surgeon confirmed that the site itself looks good. So...success!

(There was a little hitch, though, as during the trach change process, some mucus plugs shifted around and gummed up his lungs a bit, requiring that he be put back on the vent temporarily, but that doesn't appear to be a cause of great concern.)

All in all, things are (mostly) going according to plan and within the next day or so, William should be moving out of PICU and to the regular floor where we will begin learning how to manage and care for the trach.

So once again, it's time to adapt to a new normal, but in the long run William will be safer, and that's what matters.

How do you laugh with a vent tube in your throat?

Like this: 

It's hard to tell, of course, but he really is full of the giggles (in the pics above and below). Part of that is the result of a visit from a certain sibling: 

William's x-ray this morning showed improvement in both lungs, with increased aeration in the left (which had collapsed Friday night). So overall, making progress. 

Happy Mother's Day to all the amazing moms out there! 

William's Status

I guess having a birthday wasn't enough for William -- he wanted some extra attention this week. 

For those who don't know, William had an emergency on Thursday and had to be rushed from school to the hospital. The initial cause of his problem is still uncertain but our understanding is, at school, he began experiencing minor respiratory difficulties that suddenly escalated to severe. EMS was called to the school, they took him to Arlington Memorial (which is basically across the street from the school), and from there he was transferred to Cook Children's PICU, where he is now. He was intubated on Thursday and then extubated Friday morning. Unfortunately, he had to be reintubated Friday evening when his left lung collapsed. This morning, the left lung is already looking better. At this point, William is stable, and it's just a matter of letting his lungs rest and giving him treatments for a couple of days before determining when to take him back off the vent again. 

We will update you when we can as things progress. 

Thanks. 

The Cobb Quad Turns Seven

That's right, folks, the boys are seven today.

And it's a great day to be outside and for Mom to read "Happy Birthday to You" by Dr. Seuss. 

One Home, One to Go

John-Raven was cleared to go home today and discharged this morning. William is continuing to linger, but is definitely still on the path to recovery. He just likes to go at his own pace. 

John-Raven and the Case of the Mysterious Fevers

Long post, so here's the TLDR: The boys were moved out of the PICU and to the regular floor, and they're doing okay. We've been working on getting them out of the hospital, but we aren't quite there yet, and it could still be a few days. Details below.

William's continued presence here isn't a huge surprise -- sometimes, he just takes a while to get weaned off of the supplemental oxygen. He often finds himself on just a little bit of oxygen (a quarter to a half liter) and can't quite get off of it. That's the case again, and it's where he's been for a few days now. He's happy and giggly and mostly his usual self, aside from a touch of low-grade fever, so it appears that he's on a continued course toward getting out of here, even if he is a bit slow about it. If I had to guess, we're probably looking at another day or two.

John-Raven, however, has been bit of a puzzle. He was all set to be discharged Friday. In fact, the doctor had actually written up his discharge paperwork when we noticed his heart rate was up, he was running a low-grade fever, and he was lethargic. He just wasn't himself. We notified the doctor that we weren't comfortable with his status, and he canceled the discharge orders. We continued to watch him and let him rest. Over the course of the day, his heart rate leveled off, his fever went away, and he started acting like himself again.

Then came Saturday. We were hoping he would be better and get discharged. But when we got him up that morning, his heart rate was way up, he was running a fever (still low grade but higher than Friday), he was lethargic, and his oxygen sat levels were way down. We put him on oxygen and let him rest. Over the course of the day, his heart rate leveled off, his fever went away, and he started acting like himself again.

Then came Sunday (today). We weren't taking anything for granted, so early in the morning, we checked his vitals. Want to take a guess at what we found? His heart rate was up, he was running fever (climbing into the 101 range this time), and his oxygen sat levels were way down. We put him on oxygen and let him rest. Over the course of the day, his heart rate leveled off, his fever went away, and he started acting like himself again. 

We don't know for sure what's going on with him. We aren't prepared to take him home if there's a chance these "mystery fevers" might get worse, and the pattern so far suggests that they could (since his temp has been higher each day, and he's had more trouble with his oxygen sats). It would make more sense if the fever and low sats were continuous, but the way he returns to normal throughout the day has left his status in question.

Interestingly enough, William has had similar episodes about once a week since last summer -- fever, increased heart rate, and low sats, all of which return to normal by late morning or early afternoon -- and although we haven't figured out what William's issue is, we've learned how to address it when it comes up. What's happening with John-Raven seems similar, with the difference being that it's happened three days in a row, and William's episodes have historically been confined to a single day. 

So for now, we're here in the hospital, watching the boys closely and trying to help them get through these last stages of whatever so we can all get back home. 

The Return of RSV

RSV De Ja Vu? Unfortunately. 

Looks like we're the lucky winners of two round trip tickets to Cook Children's Hospital, courtesy of RSV. The trip comes complete with hospital-grade accommodations and round-the-clock medical services. Plus, you get the all-inclusive side trip to the pediatric ICU. You just can't beat this travel package, folks! (And apparently, it's quite popular right now. The hospital is slammed with RSV cases.) 

But seriously...

Yes, both boys have landed in the hospital again. John-Raven was admitted late last Sunday night (a week ago today), and William was admitted Tuesday. Both boys are currently in PICU, but they are fairly stable and in decent spirits (as you can see in the picture). For now, it's all about managing the effects of the virus. 

For those who recall, it was RSV that hit them a little over three years ago, sending both to the PICU with John-Raven spending several days on ECMO. Thankfully, the boys seem to be handling it better this time, so far.

Make no mistake, they've been very sick, and they still have a long way to go. But we're hopeful they'll be able to pull through without all the drama of three years ago. 

Thanks for your support and concern, and we'll provide updates as events occur. 

Wins and Losses

My Fantasy Football team this year is, at best, mediocre. This comes as no surprise, really. Let me explain.

For those unfamiliar, the way fantasy football works is basically like this: Each team in a league has a roster of players, and each week the statistics for each of those players is added up to calculate your team's total points for the week. Each week, your team is pitted against another team in the league, and if you have more points than your opposition for that week, you win your game. The wins and losses are tallied throughout the season, which determines who goes to the playoffs to battle head-to-head in a kind of fantasy Super Bowl.

I used to spend a lot more time managing my team than I do now--contemplating roster changes, picking up promising new players off the waiver wire, and dropping players who underperform. But these days, I do as little as possible to maintain my team. I just don't have the time to bother. I'm a bit too busy playing another game, one with greater consequences and a more important outcome.

I can't help but see an unexpected correlation between fantasy football, inconsequential as it always was, to how we manage the boys' health from day to day. Sometimes we're on offense, being proactive about making changes to feeds, breathing treatments, positioning. Sometimes we're on defense, reacting to random fevers, drops in oxygen saturation levels, or apparent lack of energy. We are constantly monitoring vital signs, overall energy, and mood, making adjustments as necessary. Every morning when I wake them up, I'm checking the score: Are either of them running a fever? Have low oxygen levels? Do they seem happy? Rested? Ready for the day? Every afternoon, excited and anxious when they get home, I do the same: Are they happy and energetic? Fussy and tired? Will they need extra breathing treatments and CPT? Will we need to call a doctor for advice?

Back in the days when I was more active in my fantasy football league, I was elated at the close wins and felt defeated by the losses. When I lost, I looked back at my roster and tried to figure out what changes I could have made that would have produced a better outcome. Now, every day is game day around our house, and of course, the wins and losses are vastly more meaningful than in any fantasy sport.

Since September, William has had to stay home from school or get picked up early (due to being lethargic and/or needing supplemental oxygen) at least one day a week, sometimes more. (John-Raven had his brief three-day spell in the hospital, but otherwise, he hasn't really had to miss school.) William finished a round of steroids on Friday, so as always, we're keeping our fingers crossed that he'll still be strong without them. So far, so good. We're starting off this week with a mark in the Win column because he was good to go to school this morning (a Monday, which is one of his common stay-home days, tied with Fridays). With careful planning, and some luck, our team will perform well this week and no one will end up on the Injured Reserved list.

Dryer Settings, Dance Steps, and Another New Normal

“Normal" is a setting on your dryer. 

This saying is often repeated among our circle of families with kids who have special needs (though not exclusively so -- I’ve heard it elsewhere). We are constantly reminded of the truth of that statement, and recently, we’ve had to recalibrate our sense of normal once again. Home oxygen, a continuously monitoring pulse oximeter, and private duty nursing are the newest additions to our daily lives. The first two are the result of William’s ongoing respiratory issues. The third has been long overdue.

These new things and people are much needed, but getting used to them still isn't easy. As if our smallish house weren’t strained enough for space, bringing in more equipment and people means we’re often doing strange little dances in rooms and along high traffic paths, moving boys and objects as needed. We limbo through the living room, breakdance in the bathroom, can-can at the kitchen, disco along the den, hokey-pokey down the halls. Sometimes, our movements are choreographed and we smoothly change positions and roles. Other times, we dart and dodge awkwardly around each other like beginners trying to find our footing and get in sync. We know the music, but some trickster is always changing the beat. Maybe Gloria Estefan was right: The rhythm really is gonna get you.

Adapting to these new steps has been tiring and a little stressful, but with each passing day, we acclimate to how they fit into the grand scheme of things. But isn’t that what life is, really? Adapting to change? The moment you get used to something, it becomes something different. Change is the only thing we can ever really count on.

So we'll keep learning and growing and getting used to whatever is next, because that’s what we do, and that’s how it is. We’ll keep dancing and watch for the changes. We’ll ignore the setting on the dryer. Dancing is more interesting than laundry anyway. And a better metaphor.  

And we're still on facebook.com/thecobbquad

It's been a year and a half since the boys' long stay in Cook, and we're still using The Cobb Quad page on Facebook (at facebook.com/thecobbquad).

So if you're looking to keep up with us, please go there. Thanks!

Looking for updates? Visit facebook.com/thecobbquad for info.

For those who don't know, the boys suddenly became ill at the end of November and were immediately hospitalized for RSV and a respiratory infection. We've been in the hospital ever since - 22 days as of this post - most of it spent in the pediatric ICU. Because of the sudden and severe nature of the boys' illness, we began making posts on a special Facebook page set up by a friend at https://www.facebook.com/TheCobbQuad. (Apparently you don't have to have an account to view the page.) We may go back at a later time and update this blogspot page, but for the time being, we'll use the Facebook page.

Thanks!

The Cobb Quad

Showing Off Our Mad PT Skills Today - John-Raven

Showing Off Our Mad PT Skills Today - William

Fourth of July