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It isn't good news. I wanted to suck it up and not feel it yet. But that didn't work so well last time. Last time I didn't cry for three months. Last time I told everyone I was fine. Because if you don't feel it, its not real.
Yesterday, after consciously deciding NOT to feel the news seeping out of the receiver of my phone from the sleep doctor with twenty five years of experience. I changed my mind. I called my husband. I told my parents. I shared with many of my friends. I shared my sadness and disbelief that I, as a mother have to endure with this situation. A situation so sad, frightening and slow that it requires that I feel each stage of progression. There's the "special chair", the special needs stroller, the stander, the turny seat for my van, the wheelchair, the bath lift, the ramp in the garage, the AFO's, the feeding tube, the suction machine, the shell, the knee immobilizers and now the oxygen tank.
We discovered that Dermot has severe obstructive sleep apnea. He wakes on average 37 times per hour...because he stops breathing.
The doctor with 25 years experience provided a list of options for treatment to improve his quality of life..... To improve his quality of life....
So the first option we shall try is oxygen while he sleeps. After that we will try a CPAP machine, while we are trying those options we will visit an ENT to rule out tonsils and adenoid removal, which the doctor with 25 years experience doesn't think is the problem due to Dermot's low muscle tone throughout his body. After that the options are gross and I've decided not something I need to think about yet.
So I'm feeling this stage now. My house is spotless, I've have five cookies already today and I'll go for a long run as soon as it stops raining...
Yesterday, after consciously deciding NOT to feel the news seeping out of the receiver of my phone from the sleep doctor with twenty five years of experience. I changed my mind. I called my husband. I told my parents. I shared with many of my friends. I shared my sadness and disbelief that I, as a mother have to endure with this situation. A situation so sad, frightening and slow that it requires that I feel each stage of progression. There's the "special chair", the special needs stroller, the stander, the turny seat for my van, the wheelchair, the bath lift, the ramp in the garage, the AFO's, the feeding tube, the suction machine, the shell, the knee immobilizers and now the oxygen tank.
We discovered that Dermot has severe obstructive sleep apnea. He wakes on average 37 times per hour...because he stops breathing.
The doctor with 25 years experience provided a list of options for treatment to improve his quality of life..... To improve his quality of life....
So the first option we shall try is oxygen while he sleeps. After that we will try a CPAP machine, while we are trying those options we will visit an ENT to rule out tonsils and adenoid removal, which the doctor with 25 years experience doesn't think is the problem due to Dermot's low muscle tone throughout his body. After that the options are gross and I've decided not something I need to think about yet.
So I'm feeling this stage now. My house is spotless, I've have five cookies already today and I'll go for a long run as soon as it stops raining...
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