It’s been such a long time since I’ve taken the time to sit down and tried to get my thoughts down on a page. So much has changed in the last nine years since I’ve focused on this blog (which, my teenager tells me “Mom, nobody blogs anymore”). And it has certainly changed drastically in the last three months. Three months ago I was living in a world where, although it was chaotic, was very comfortable and predictable. For the most part, I knew where each day would begin and where it would end. On November 22, 2023 that comfortable, predictable life changed forever.
My kids were in Midland, TX visiting their dad for Thanksgiving break. This was a Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, and they had been gone since the previous Friday. At 8:30am that morning I got a phone call from Oli’s dad. “Something is wrong with Oli.” were the first words out of his mouth.
I had just sat down at my computer to start working. Back in 2020 I began working for an Organ Procurement Organization called Texas Organ Sharing Alliance. I was hired as an Organ Recovery Coordinator (ORC) and took care of people and family members of people, who made the incredibly selfless decision to become organ donors. I worked with the donors from the time they were declared brain dead and their organ donation registry went into effect or when families decided to withdraw care on their loved ones and made the decision to give the gift of donation, until we finished in the operating room and the procured organs were on their way to the transplant hospitals and the recipients. Working as an ORC changed my life. The world of organ donation is such a different world and completely different from the type of nursing that I was used to doing. Although we take great care of our donors and they are our main focus as our patients’, we also have other people to think about as we make some difficult decisions on how to manage their care. We also have to think about the potentially eight other people who may receive this person’s organs. It’s also a different side of healthcare. Even though I was working as a nurse in an ICU, I was not an employee of the hospital. I was a member of the hospital’s healthcare team for this person, I was also not, because I was a third party. I got to speak extensively with the families of these patients and really got to know about their experience during this extremely tragic time. I also spoke extensively with the hospital care team and heard a lot about their interpretations of the family dynamics. I say “interpretations” because that’s really all they are. They are viewing that situation through their doctor and nurse lenses, not as a friend or family or confidant, but strictly though the eyes of a professional. I did not know how cloudy those lenses can be. Working as an ORC I got to see the vast discrepancies in these family members experiences and how they are viewed by the healthcare team. What a doctor or nurse may view as controlling, bossy and unreasonable, can really just be a family member who is just trying to manage the situation and juggle all of the healthcare balls that are up in the air of a person lying in an ICU. Trust me, I learned that there are many, many balls to juggle. (I will explain more in detail later.) Although I had all of these past experiences from working as an ORC, on that day, November 22, 2023, I still was not fully prepared to juggle them with the grace and confidence that would be required.
So on that morning I was sitting at my computer on a Teams meeting. I had transitioned out of being an organ recovery coordinator and began working remotely in the quality department about 2 years ago when my mom fell and broke her hip. The fact that I was not working onsite, in the hospital as a nurse full time, was such a blessing. Two years ago when I had to leave the ORC role, I was so disappointed and sad. I loved working as a coordinator. It was fun and so rewarding and I worked with such a great group of people. Little did I know then, this role change would save me. I believe that God puts us in the exact spot that we need to be in and when we need to be there. If I had not had a remote job, if I had not had that job for the length of time that I did, if I did not have the experience that I did, I would not have been able to do what needed to be done for the following months after that Thanksgiving morning.
“Something is wrong with Oli”. Although looking back at it now with the luxury of 20/20 hindsight, I want to tell you that my stomach immediately dropped and I just instinctively knew that it was something very, very wrong. That’s not what happened.
“Does she have a sore throat? Ginger and Keely just got over a virus where their throats were really sore.” was my initial response.
He said he didn’t know but he thought it might be serious. Her dad told me that she had not been eating the last two days and had been making strange movements with her mouth. She also had not slept at all the night before and had lain awake, periodically yelling in her bed. He also felt like she was breathing really fast and her heart rate and blood pressure were high. He wanted to know if I thought he should take her to the ER. The ER? I was still confused and didn’t grasp the seriousness of the situation. I still just thought we were dealing with some kind of virus and sore throat. Why would her blood pressure and heart rate be high? Was their machine broken? Alarm bells still were not going off. I think it’s probably a reaction that a lot of people would have with a 16 year old child who never had any serious health problems. However, I still feel shame when I think of that moment.
I should have known.
Oli and I have such an incredible connection. I wake up in the middle of the night sometimes, even when I can’t audibly hear her on the baby monitor, and go downstairs to find her lying awake. It’s like I just know when she needs something. This connection would serve us well in the following months, but I did not seem to be able to tap into this super power on that particular morning.
She’s breathing fast?
“Facetime me so I can look at her breathing” I told him.
We started the video and finally the alarm bells began to ring. She looked horrible. Her color was off and she looked like she was barely conscious.
“Lift up her shirt. I want to see her breathing” I demanded.
When he lifted up her shirt those alarm bells turned into blaring, deafening sirens. Her stomach was absolutely huge. It was way bigger than I’ve ever seen it. Oli does suffer from constipation so I thought maybe she was just having a bad case of constipation. Although it shouldn’t cause the color change. And why did she look so bad, like she couldn’t stay awake? Maybe she was just finally drifting off after being awake for 24hrs. The questions were spinning through my mind followed up swiftly by logical explanations. This couldn’t be serious. Oli’s so healthy. I’m sure there is an easy, non emergency explanation for what is happening here. Serious stuff doesn’t happen to my girl. She’s invincible. I was not panicking. She was going to be fine.
“Yes. I think you should go to the ER. Just to be safe.”
He hurriedly ended the call, telling me that he would call me as soon as he had any news. He had a way more clear and serious grasp of the situation in that moment.
This is the next picture I would see of my indestructible girl.
To be continued….
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