This week was a busy one in Jacob world. Jacob turned six months old (!) this past Sunday, so it was time for his six-month clinic visit. We made the trek up to USF on Tuesday to check in with our dietician Erika and the metabolic geneticist Dr. S. Jacob charmed one and all with his sweet smiles, and even thanked Erika for her endless efforts on his behalf with a big hug. (I wasn’t quick enough with the camera, though, so in the photo he is looking at his daddy.)
Jacob clocked in at 20 lbs 10 oz and 28 inches long. Everyone was delighted to see that he was physically and developmentally on track. It was especially striking to me that he was just starting to babble at our last visit, and now he is sitting up and saying “Mama”! He is also grasping at anything and everything nowadays, which means it’s only a matter of time before he yanks out his Mic-Key button. In the picture you can see Justin trying to distract him from doing just that!
Jacob was very brave for his blood draw, which was sent off to the lab to check his ammonia levels, liver function, and branch chain amino acid levels, among other things. We are still waiting for those results.
At lunch after clinic, with a very tired Jacob sleeping in his stroller, Justin and I marveled over the genuine love that Dr. S. and Erika show towards Jacob. I don’t use that word lightly. They would – and have, and will – move mountains to keep him as healthy and thriving as he has been in the first six months of his life.
While at clinic, we also checked in with Dr. S. about procedures for Jacob’s surgery scheduled for Thursday August 6th. (Surgery, what?!?) When Jacob’s surgeon placed his g-tube on February 13th, he saw that Jacob had two inguinal hernias. We were advised at the time that we would need to have them surgically corrected sometime between 8 weeks and 6 months. Since Jacob had already been through so much, I opted to wait as long as possible and scheduled the surgery for August 6th. Because Jacob has a metabolic disorder, it is unsafe for him to fast, especially before undergoing anesthesia, so we had him admitted to the hospital on Wednesday night so that he could have IV fluids with dextrose while NPO. After a very uncomfortable night in a hospital “recliner,” (for me – Jacob slept great in his crib) we were ready for the surgery. Even though he must have been hungry, my little trooper was smiling, and then promptly fell asleep in his daddy’s arms in pre-op.
Our surgeon, Dr. R., came to check in with us, reassuring us that he had been texting with Dr. S. and that she had instructed him to take good care of “her baby.” As he went back for surgery, we were told to expect about an hour and a half, so we decided to grab a quick bite to eat to take our minds off of it all.
When we returned after an hour at lunch, we were quickly ushered back to post-op. The surgeon was waiting for us and, wait, was that a grin? And why was Jacob already out of surgery and happily gurgling in the arms of the post-op nurse? “Well,” said Dr. R., “this was an unusual situation. We went in with the camera, and there were no more inguinal hernias. They had healed up completely.” He went on to tell us that he had done hundreds of surgeries exactly like this, and this was the first time he had seen this happen. Moreover, one of his colleagues was literally writing a book on the topic, and had stated in the book that inguinal hernias never close by themselves. A quick internet search just moments ago resulted in the same information: “Inguinal hernias never go away without treatment.”
We have photos of the hernias from the first surgery, labeled with Jacob’s official hospital label and brought to us personally by the surgeon immediately after his surgery. And we have photos from today showing the same areas, completely closed.*
Explain that, science.
Jacob is my little miracle baby.
Post Script: I absolutely adore the amazing people who work at Tampa General Hospital. In the last six months, we have been there once as outpatients and three times as inpatients, and every time we have been treated with kindness and respect by everyone we encountered. We couldn’t ask for better care for Jacob. Kudos to you, TGH.
Case in point, this charming tag they put on Jacob’s door today indicating his metabolic needs. Love.
*I may post these at a later date, but I am too worn out today to get up off the couch and scan something. #firstworldproblems.