Gastroschisis

I am seventeen and just recently had my first child. It will be an experience that i will never forget. My child was supposed to be born April 27 2008 but gastroschisis made other plans. On Wednesday Febuary 27 i went into the hospital to check the babies heart rate. I hadn`t felt any movement for over 24 hours. The nurse had a look of panic on her face when she couldnt find a heartbeat.

I knew right away that he had died.

They then took me to the ultrasound room and proclaimed that they could not find a heartrate and my son was presumably gone. I was in complete and utter shock. Just last week i was looking through adoption profiles to give my son the future he deserved and now he will never have a future.

My mother was there to support me the whole time. I was then admitted into the hospital right away. I was induced by taking a pill every 4 hours to send me into labor. I was put on morphine drip and i.v after 10 min. Everything around me was happening so fast.

I was not prepared for this to happen that day. I wasnt prepared for a normal delivery either i had planed on having a c-section. I was in labor for over 24 hours till Finally on the 29th at 1:30 i started delivery. It took all of about 7 min till he was out.

The only medication i had was morphine. Once they cut the cord and took him to be cleaned and wrapped it finally sunk in that he was gone. I cried so hard i was hysterical. My mother and my sons father were in the room at the time. I got to hold him all wrapped up in a blanket afterward and his hand and face was the only thing i wanted to see. I just wrapped his fingers around my index fingure and held him. I couldnt believe that he was gone. I had loved him so much.

The afterbirth would not come out because it was so early. I then had to go for a DNC where they remove the afterbirth surgically. I had lost half my blood volume in delivery and during surgery.

When i came back from surgery his father was gone, and he was also taken to the funeral home. His father had left me at around five months into the pregnancy and then not even a couple weeks after that he was already dating someone else. I did not figure the second part out til the morning after delivery when i was still in the hospital he told me. I was getting a blood transufion and filling out a death certificate. I couldn`t believe it. I then stayed in the hospital until Sunday and was released to go home.

Now i feel alone. I sometimes wonder why god chose me to have this heavy burdon. I never did anything wrong. I followed all the rules never even coming around 2nd hand smoke because i wanted everything for my child. I watch as other teen moms smoke everyday and i become very bitter. Im not ashamed that i am a teen mother. I did nothing wrong. But i am ashamed that i am clumped together with people who dont take care of themselves or their child.

I am not irresponsible and i am not immature. I just feel cheated. I know i was too young to give him everything a baby needed, and i wish i could have given the couple i had picked out a child. Even if hes not with me as long as i know that hes living a normal life like every other child i would have been happy. But i didn`t even get that. The doctors gave me no reason to fear this. Every visit i went to all my doctors made the same comment, that he was so active and moved so much.

I named my son Aiden Ray Delvallee

I will always love him -Devon

My husband and I couldn’t be more thrilled to find out that we were having a baby. It was the most exciting time in our lives and to have our first born be a boy was even happier cause it’s exactally what we wanted.

I did everything a mother was supposed to do and then on the first visit that my husband couldn’t accompany me to an appointment I took along my mom.

Well we seen a different doctor than I normally did and he was great. He wanted to do a sonagram just to check how our boy was doing. Well he kept looking and not saying anything.

I was starting to get worried after 10 minutes of him looking in the same spot then he looked at me and said I believe there is something wrong.

Well he told us that he thought it was Gastroschisis but he wanted to send me to a specialist because we are from a small town and they don’t deal with that kind of stuff there.

The next week I went to a specialist who said they wanted to see me in their office in Albuquerque, NM next week.

Well my husband, my mom, and myself drove up to Albuquerque and the next day got horrible news. The doctor ran all kinds of tests, then she came in the room with me and my husband and said that it definitely was Gastroschisis and that we had a problem.

She looked at my husband and asked “Sir do you want your son?” My husband puzzled of course said “Yes, what do you mean?” She then told us that if they did not induce labor now he was going to die. My husband replied “Well yank his butt out then.” The doctor did an amnio to check the lungs of our son since I was only 32 weeks.

He was good to go and they began to induce me since they said natural labor is safer due to they don’t know exactally where the intestines are and they could cut them and hurt us both.

Our son was born July 26, 2000, he was 5lbs 3oz and 10in long. I got to hold him for a second on my stomach then they took him away. I tried to send my husband away with him but they wouldn’t allow it. It took several hours before we were allowed to see our child and I was so sad.

Finally the time came and we walked in to what we were not prepared for they didn’t give us all the details on how he would look. It took three surgeries before they finally closed him up and they had to put everything in different then normal that they had to remove his appendix also.

After 2 1/2 months I finally got to hold my child after they finally woke him and took him off the ventillator. There were so many close calls and the questions of you should start thinking about what is best for him and should you turn everything off. It was some of the most hardest descisions of our lives.

After 4 1/2 months our son finally got to come home. It was a back and fourth struggle to Albuquerque for the first year and a half. Many obstructions and kinks and just things not working right. After nine surgeries, several blood transfusions, and many hospitalizations, things finally started looking better.

Our son is now going on 8 years old and still has some problems with his stomach.  But all in all he is a pretty healthy kid and very happy. He loves to run and play football and do all the normal things any boy loves to do. I did have another child after him and was scared to death, but she was very healthy and didn’t have any issues with her stomach.

I only hope this story has helped someone and if you want to talk about it just let me know.

My daughter Erin was born with gastroschisis in 2002.  Her father and I were completely shocked, as we were both healthy and not at all high risk.  My doctor had no idea how to handle this defect and referred us to Perinatal clinic.  That week before the appointment with the specialist was the worst of my life.

The internet was full of horrific stories, and one pro-choice website described this condition as a reason mothers should be granted late-term abortions, that the child was sentenced to a short, painful life.  The misinformation I found was incredible.  I was barely able to function, wondering if my baby was in pain, and what I could have done differently prevent this.

Lucky for us, the specialist put or fears to rest, and assured us that with careful monitoring, and timing the birth properly (after the lungs were developed, before the intestines became too damaged) our daughter had a great chance at a normal life, was not in any pain, and there was no way to determine why this occurred.

My daughter arrived 4 weeks early.  Her intestines had begun to dilate (a sign they are becoming damaged by amniotic fluid) and I entered the hospital to have my labor induced, only to find I was already in labor!  The surgery went very well, although basically all of her intestines were outside of her abdomen, they were able to get them all back in again.

It was intimidating and hard to bond with her, she was my first child, and I was afraid of hurting her.  The nurses seemed so competent and knowledgeable, and I felt so uncertain that I would just sit by her side, often afraid to touch her for dislogding her tubes or bumping the respirator.  I think it may have been a mild case of post partum depression, because I remember feeling awful because while my daughter was beautiful, I didn’t feel that instant bond so many women describe, and it was intensified by my fear of touching and holding her.

After just 23 days, Erin came home, and then everything changed.  Without the nurses and doctors looking over my shoulders, I relaxed, and learned how to care for my baby.  She built up much scar tissue in her abdomen (she also had kidney surgery at 5 months, unfortunately she had kidney defects as well) and was prone to constipation and vomiting, and a bit slow to hit developmental markers, due to all the time in the hospital and being a bit early.  As we bonded, I realized how blessed I was, to be a mother to this spirited, beautiful girl.

Today my daughter is 5, and in kindergarten.  She is completely normal aside from still being prone to constipation.  She is so smart, loves to “help” with household chores, cut out pictures from magazines to make collages, and read whatever children’s stories she can get her hands on.  To anyone facing this issue now, with a pregnancy or a newborn still in the hospital….I know how lucky I am, and my daughter is….I pray you willl be just as lucky, so 5 years from now you feel the same joy that I do every day.

Devin was born around two months early with an intestinal atresia caused by Gastroschisis. He has been living with Short Bowel Syndrome since he was two days old, had four major surgeries to try and fix his intestines and is now in the process of being listed for a small bowel and liver transplant. We were living in Germany when we found out that Devin would be born with Gastroschisis. We were told that it would not be a big deal and that he would be in the hospital only 4 to 6 weeks and there would be no long-term medical issues… At the most maybe two surgeries to fix everything and put it all back where is goes.

I SO wish that was the case! The military gave us the choice to stay in Germany and have him in a German hospital over three hours away from where we lived or pick up and move back to the US to have him. We picked to go back to the US and the military moved us to Tripler Army Medical Center in Hawaii.

It was nice for all of a week..At only 32 weeks along in my pregnancy and only being in Hawaii for 1 week I went into labor. I was put on meds to try and stop the labor for almost two day when we were finely told that they could not stop him from coming. All 4 pounds and 19 inches of Devin was born at 0337 on Oct. 2, 2006 Monday morning after only 9 minutes of pushing.

I will never forget his first cry! All I saw before he was taken away for his first surgery was he was a blond. At two days old I had not seen him yet and he had already been thru two major surgeries. After his second surgery his doctor came in to my room to tell me that “He will not live and if he does he will never be a normal child ~ He needs an intestinal transplant.

We are flying him to Seattle Children’s next week.” (I will NEVER forget a single word of what that doctor told me as she walked in my room.)  I had not even seen my little boy yet and I was being told that he would not make it. So we went from thinking at the longest a two month stay in the NICU to being told that he would have a very short, painful life. After his second surgery he had lost all of his small intestines but maybe 25cm and half of his colon. And was dilated to over three times the normal size.

Devin was flown to Seattle Children’s on Oct. 13th and had his third surgery on Nov. 4th (to make his bowel longer and not as wide). It seemed to work at first, but only a week after surgery he had dilated right back out and was not able to take any rate of feeds. After that happened, talk of transplant was brought up and the work up was started right before Thanksgiving.

But that was all put on hold until they could try the S.T.E.P. again in another three months.From Nov of ‘06 to today he has had a countless number of blood transfusions, line infections (blood infections), tummy infections, blood clots, ICU trips, UTI’s, PICC lines and Broviacs removed and replaced, and two Lipid overdoses. March 13th Devin had his fourth surgery (another S.T.E.P.) in hopes that this one would work and he would not need to be placed on the transplant list. It was working and everything was looking wonderful until he had gotten his latest line infection last month.

He had seven different bugs in his blood, two in his urine and a temp of 105.2. The ER doctor told us that if Luis had not woken up to check on him, Devin’s temp would have climbed so high that he never would have woken up that morning. Right after the infection was cleared and he was starting to look good again Devin started to stool from around his G-Tube. No blockage was found, but they did find that his small bowel was starting to dilate back out again. He now has a GJ-Tube in hopes that that will help things out a little while Devin now waits to be listed for a small bowel and liver transplant.More than half of the US has NO idea that small bowel is a largely needed organ for donation.  Many children die every year waiting for this organ that never comes because no one knows that it is needed let alone transplanted.  I have added some links for more info on these subjects if you would like to know more.Please pass the word and help save a childs life!  Even just some one knowing or talking about bowel transplantation and the Donate Life campaign can give a child a second chance.

• http://www.seattlechildrens.org/
• http://www.wcox.com.au/gastrosc.htm
• http://health.allrefer.com/health/gastroschisis-gastroschisis-repair-series-3.html
• http://cpmcnet.columbia.edu/dept/cs/news/research/2006_step.html
• http://www.regence.com/trgmedpol/transplant/tra09.html
• http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/devintoledo
• http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/jaycealan
• http://www.unos.org

Hi,

My name is Debbie and this is the story of my Son Tommy, who now is 23. I know some are thinking why put this in with him so old now, but thought it would hopefully give parents of children an idea of what they may expect long term.

I was 18 when I had gotten pregnant and it was unplanned. I was 5′9″ and only 115lbs when i fell pregnant, with a history of anorexia. Obviously, I was very under weight and was told, “You really need to gain weight”.
Well, I sure did that! They did not do any ultrasounds during my pregnancy, so as far as I knew, everything was fine. We thought I was due October 12, 1984. I began gaining weight, and gaining and gaining. By the time I delivered, I had gained a whopping 96lbs. Still, we thought all was fine. In general, my pregnancy was uneventful.

On September 22 1984 about 8.30 in the morning, I started having, what I thought were labor pains. So, around noon headed to the hospital. Scared and worried cause he was not due for 20 days, but the Doctors said that was fine. As my labor progressed, it was rather uneventful, until my water broke.

When it did the mood in the labor room radically changed. Not only was the water very green, but a foot came barreling out and ripped me both inside and out. I can remember them rushing around the room, telling my husband he needed to leave. between crying from the pain and trying to get answers as to what was going on, I can still remember the looks on the nurses faces as they rushed me to the delivery room.

They immediately put me under general anesthesia. I can still remember starting to wake up from it and looking for my husband, who was standing next to me but did not see my baby. Did not hear any crying.

It is strange how I can close my eyes and still hear the doctor as he walked over to me. I did not hear, congratulations you have a son, the words I heard were “there are complications with the baby” I was like, what? What do you mean complications? Where is my baby! They proceeded to tell me that he was born with what was called gastroschisis.

I had no idea what they meant! Then they said, “Your son’s bowels are on the outside of his body.” To this day, those words still ring in my head. We have to transport him to another hospital for emergency surgery. Of course, I started to cry.  It was a combination of ‘I have a son’ and “what?  What do you mean transport, surgery?”

By that point, I was more aware of what they were saying and told them I want to see my son. They had already put him in the incubator and was on his way to the ambulance to be transported to the other hospital. Tommy was 5 lbs 7 oz and 20 inches long. I was taken to the recovery room, and sent my husband to the other hospital. Now, you would think that your parents would want to know you had there first grandchild. My relationship with them had been strained, as they did not like my husband.

The night before I had gone into labor, my mother had said to me “I hope the baby is born dead” Now, there was a very good chance my son may not live. I called hoping that when they heard, there attitude would change. My mother answered the phone, I told her I was in the hospital and had had the baby. Her response was “who gives a damn” Then my father got on the phone and started asking what you would expect, what did you have, how the baby is, how are you, which he did. I proceeded to tell him I had a son but there were complications. Well, I expected their support but, did not get it.

A little while later I received a call from the other hospital to fill me in on what was going on. It was then I learned there was more bad news. Tommy was not 20 days early, but rather 10 weeks early. He was also found to have pneumonia in both his lungs and they said, “We do not know if he is going to survive the next 24 hours.”

So there I was, a different hospital than my son was, all alone. His surgery took 5 1/2 hours and they just shoved everything back in.

The next morning, I told them I want to leave; I want to be with my son, who they still were very unsure if he was going to survive. They wanted me to stay because of the difficult delivery. I said, you can either release me, or give me the form to sign AMA. I was afraid my son was going to die and I would not get to see him, hold him or even touch him. They did release me.

Obviously, he did survive. It was a tough 12 weeks of him in the NICU. With how early he was, I did not have any milk so was unable to even pump for when he could eat. I spent every day, all day at the hospital. They had rooms in the professional building attached that we were able to stay at so we were close. It was a very long 12 weeks, but finally, he was able to come home.

Tommy was home for a week when it was discovered that he had an inaugural hernia, and he needed to be re-admitted again, for emergency surgery. I did not think I could take anymore. During the surgery, Tommy flat lined twice. What normally would be maybe a few days in the hospital, ended up a week in PICU and then another 4 days in pediatrics. Again, the doctors were shocked and he survived.

While growing up Tommy had a real problem with failure to thrive. He just could not gain weight. When he was six, we found out that three infants in the neonatal unit at the same time he was, had received tainted blood, with, you guessed it, HIV. Therefore, now it was time for another scare. Luckily, his HIV was negative. However, we did find out that he had CMV as well as Ebstien Barr. When they did x-rays, we found out that he also had a transverse malrotated colon. It explained why even now to a certain degree, he has a bit of a barrel chest. They had just shoved everything back in.

Growing up, he was always very self-conscious of the scar that is about 9 inches long. Even now, he avoids walking around without a shirt as is self-conscious.

Considering all his obstacles, He has done very well. Tommy is 6′3″ and is 145lbs, so still very thin. Recently he has had problems with one side of the incision occasionally having like a green oozing coming from it. why?  Who knows. Currently they are talking about possibly having to go in and remove scar tissue as his is rather thick.

I was not lucky and did not have anything like this when Tommy was little. No contact with others with a child born with the same problem, no idea what to expect or support from others who understood what I was going through. Even with all his problems, I did have another child, 26 months later. A full term very healthy daughter who is now in the US Navy. Was I scared when got pregnant with her? Absolutely petrified! I had a total of nine ultrasounds, and a few scares with pre term labor.

Knowing that those of you that are having children now with Gastroschisis are lucky. They are finding it much more often while you are pregnant and it helps prepare you for what is to come, but you can never be prepared for an ill child.

You also have a site like this to talk to others whom have been through what you are going through and are here to talk to you about it, understand what you are feeling, and are here to listen.

Over the past 23 years I have spoken often with parents, either knowing there child has the defect and answered questions as a parent knowing what to expect, and even on about 6 occasions, been there for them, when there child was first born. Even being there for them when they have first gone into a NICU.

Tommy’s story is one, as your Childs will be, like no other child born with Gastroschisis. But, know, if you need someone to ask a question, or just to be able to call and be there for you, I would be more than happy to be as I have tried to give others the support which I did not receive. Know that now, the treatments are better, not rushed and so much more is known and understood than 23 years ago.

If anyone wants to ask me anything at all, please feel free to either email me or even IM me. Now, at 42, I am happily re married, and dealing with my own medical disability of Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy for the past 9 years. So, I am on the computer a lot, both my AIM and Yahoo id is panthrvamp so if ever want to write or chat, please don’t hesitate, and if want to talk on the phone, just reach me via that email address or ID and would be more than happy to give you my number.

The best way to get through having a child with ANY birth defect, is to have someone to talk to, that may understand the exact thing you are going through or even just the stress of having a child in a NICU unit. I wish there was something like this for me when my son was little and growing up.

For those that are experiencing raising a child born with Gastroschisis, I hope that you find my story as one that says, you will get through it, they can do very well.

Blessed Be

Debbie