

Update March 22, 2009: Crossing the Sudan desert without a camel.
Yesterday Eli went through more Hemo-Dialysis. But, this time we had another approach. Our theory derives from experiences with Eli and heavy narcotics. It most children one serving of 25 mg would do the trick. With Eli the first dose would go in an hour before dialysis. An hour would go by and Eli would look dazed but his bodily function was still strong. The more agitated Eli was, the more strength he seemed to have. So, the doctors would give our young dialitic (made that word up) more narcotic. This was like calling Mr. T a sissy. Eli seemed to get even more agitated.
The drugs were telling him to go to sleep but his body wouldn't allow it. It was painful and frustrating, to be involved with as a parent, and the medical staff was also in confusion and sorrow. The final try was just plain old Valium. Which helped calm Eli down, in turn allowed the narcotic to take effect.
We came to a realization that something had to change. Yesterday we approached dialysis with another strategy. Only a small dose of narcotic was given to try to keep Eli calm. We kept the lights dim, our minds at ease, no big groups of nurses and doctors, and Eli stayed calm. We were able to start dialysis and Eli was still awake. Conversations were kept to whispers. Toys and books from our supporters, and well wishers, kept Eli entertained (Thank you). It was constant stimulation, that was the trick. Our efforts were not going without reward. Three hours went by and Eli was still awake and dialysis was complete.
Eli has come along way in his journey of healing and recovery. He has gone a week and a half without something to drink. With dialysis he has had dry skin, parched lips. Machines have been suppling Eli with nutrients and taking away fluids.
Once dialysis was complete the doctors discussed options for Eli to take in fluid on his own. Of course Jes and I were ecstatic. “ He loves juice” we said. The nurse came in with six ounces of juice in a bottle. It took some enticing. Eli must have thought of the bottle as a mirage. But once Eli realized what was in the bottle he attacked. He attacked as if he had just crossed the desert on foot and had not drank in weeks. His stomach had thought his throat had been cut. He gulped the juice. The bottle was empty in seconds, before the nurse even pulled her hand from the cage.
Have you ever heard of the survival techniques that suggest that if one is severely dehydrated from long stints without fluid in their stomach, they should not chug or take in large quantities of water? A result of this action would and could be extreme projectile vomiting. Jes never had a chance! Before she could say ooh S*%#&, Eli had unleashed. There was enough volume and force to put out a small garbage fire across the room. Poor Jes was dressed in her Saturdays best and though she has quick reflexes, she was still a target. I leaped to help Eli roll to his side, but slipped ever so slightly on the fluid now pooled on the floor. I caught myself on the lion's cage. I looked like Sylvester Stallone in the “Cliff Hanger” Climax. By the time I pulled myself to a stance Eli was finished, Jes was soaked, and the nurse was shocked. It took minutes to regroup, and make sure the worst had passed.
Eli's bed was also a victim in this regurgitation assault. New sheets and bedspread, all the way down to the vinyl hypoallergenic mattress. Another victim unaware of the attack was Eli's favorite puppy(as seen in photos). The puppy was actually just returned to Eli, after he had escaped to the dog wash, because of previous contamination from bodily fluids.
It took some time before we dare gave Eli another chance at keeping himself hydrated. The second try was deemed a success, it helped that we only gave him an opportunity to intake 2 ounces. That was all we could get Eli too take in. The trauma from the earlier events must have left a mark on Eli, our weary traveler.
We have been supportive advocates of his bladder function. Every drop of pee is measured. We got so compulsive that we asked for a new catheter, it turns out Eli's had a hole in the existing one. Jes first discovered the leak when she had placed Eli into his cage and a new faint perfume now graced her sweater.
Jes and I left Eli that night with four nurses. Four nurses were required to put a new catheter in Eli. First there were two, and then a shriek from the room “ A little help here!!” and another nurse entered the room. As we walked down the hall we heard the call for nurse number four and she came rushing past us. I now began to worry that one of them might be in danger. So, I turned and felt the need to investigate. If you the reader are a father of a son, I'll lend you some advice, “When your son is getting this procedure done don't go in for the fight!!” I went in and cringed, the sight alone was enough to double me in two. Arms and legs were kicking and flying. There was nothing I could do. With nurses on either side there was no room. I had to leave, the thought of that being done to me still sits in my craw. I walked down the hall in shock and disbelief. I should have heeded the nurses warning this was nothing for a father to watch or get involved.
Todays: Day Off
Well today Eli was given a chance to be a real tourist in the ICU. No dialysis today. Eli took advantage of a guided Red Ryder tour around the third floor. On his trek with his tour guides (mom and dad) they ventured into the hallway of fish. Where it feels like an aquarium, filled with stuffed plastic fish. Eli's facial expressions led us to believe he was enjoying the trip. With the occasional “Ooh!” and a point to a suspended Clown Fish. Eli did not want to return to his room, his discontent was expressed with great passion as mom tried to pick him from the tour guide wagon.
Today was also a day of catch up. Eli's treatments have left him deprived of sleep. It was more noticeable from the outsiders perspective, looking into the crib. Eli was so use to going to sleep with drugs, that his normal sleep schedule was scrambled. Finally Jes and I had to leave. Eli would look for any excuse to move or be active, and Jes and I were gracious parents, only to realize that we were contributing to his restlessness. I couldn't blame him, he has been couped up in his cage for a week and a half. So, we left our desert traveler for the professionals.
Eli did finally get about two hours of sleep today. The color of Eli's skin is starting to improve, and by 7:00 pm Eli had peed 101cc. So, we are still improving and the kidneys are working. We have dialysis scheduled for the morning, and hopefully it goes well.
I hope that you as readers enjoy my short stories, it seems to help me through this process being able to share with you. Thank you again for all the gifts, prayers and wishes.
Lewy









