Since Isaac is in Minnesota, and I keep promising to write a post about how he originally ended up there I figured this was a good time to do it. First, baby Eli and mama are missing the big boy like crazy tonight, and hoping he’s missing us just as much 🙂
So, here is the story….. When Isaac was about 2 and a half months old his nurses noticed him struggling a bit to breathe, and as time went by it got worse. They slowly started talking about trach potential, and then became a sure thing.
On a Friday night we were told Isaac would have to be trached, which at the time was the scariest proposition we had heard. Our visions were dire. Needless to say, the evening this was shared with me was emotional. In all honesty I was a crying, hysterical mess as I rocked my baby and envisioned this awful like ahead of him.
As I cried, and rocked, his evening nurse came on. Per NICU routine she was brought in and introduced to me, and she told me this would be her first time ever taking care of my Isaac. She also told me that she was going to come back and talk to me after I’d pulled myself together (4 hours of crying does a number on a girl’s appearance!).
Bear in mind, this nurse had never worked with Isaac directly and the entire time he was in the NICU this was the only shift she ever had him…. divine intervention? You may think so as you read more 🙂
When Patty returned she said to me very matter of factly “you need to get him out of here”…. huh?? After a second of thought, I got it. I knew there was a program in Minnesota for building and esophagus, but thought that when the original surgeon retired the program disappeared, it turns out I was wrong. I asked her if she meant Minnesota and she said she did. She went on to tell me of several success cases she knew of that had gone from that same hospital.
That was all I needed, I came home and very seriously told my husband that we were going to Minnesota. Of course, there was a lot more to it than that, but we ultimately got there – and the rest is history.
What has always amazed me is that in the one shift that Patty worked with Isaac I happened to be there in the evening (not a time I was typically there) and I happened to be having a nervous breakdown that encouraged a life changing conversation.
I try not to think about what would have happened if Patty hadn’t worked that night, and if that conversation hadn’t taken place…. because I KNOW that making that move saved Isaac’s life.

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  1. Sometimes when you write this, I think…OMG..i’m gonna be fired….but then I KNOW that it was the right thing to do…although I remember saying something like this, “you know you do have other choices.”…LOL!! at any rate…love being part of his story. You are the second person to post this week about my interaction with them in the hospital. It makes my heart smile..not because I did anything special, but because it confirms for me the many decision I made in my life to get me where I am today…IN THE NICU…it confirms for me, when sometimes I have doubts…that God has brought me to a place of peace and ministry while doing what I love to do..Thanks Kim….I appreciated this post…alot!!! I hope and pray Isaac does as well this time as always…and i really would love to see him…he won’t know me…but I could never forget that face…Do you remember the night you first held him after he was trached and I stopped by and said, “Oh my goodness, he is the cutest baby..I have NEVER seen his face.”…like I said…makes my heart smile..

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