About 5 months ago Becca's geneticist Dr. Rope recommended we do a sleep study for Becca. She gets pretty tired during the day, and most days she wakes up between 4 and 6am, so there's definitely room for improvement in her sleep routine. We scheduled the sleep study (that's probably worthy of its own post. We'll never do another sleep study anywhere other than at Primary's. The sleep tech was pretty sure he wouldn't need to wrap the EEG nodes, but Becca went at them most of the night, and fought the nasal cannula as well... it was a blast...) and the big takeaways were that her oxygen levels are a bit low when she sleeps and that her brainwaves are all over the place (no surprise there, pretty typical for Rett girls). We decided to give her blow-by oxygen at the night, and see a ENT about possibly getting her tonsils removed.
The ENT, Dr. Grimmer, thought it might be helpful to remove Becca's tonsils and adenoids. Her tonsils were enlarged, and while it wasn't a major concern, it might help her breathe a little more easily. Becca does cough sometimes in the night, and it gets pretty bad when she's sick, so it seems like it'll be a good thing in the long run.
After the surgery they took Becca to the floor for recovery (it was technically an outpatient surgery, but they wanted to keep her overnight to make sure everything was all right). I wasn't there, but right away Paula knew something was wrong. Becca wasn't breathing well and was obviously pretty miserable whenever she woke up from getting her tonsils and adenoids removed.
After a couple hours she had what Paula thought might have been a seizure. For the previous few weeks sometimes Becca's arms and legs had started twitching rhythmically for a few minutes at a time. She was very in there when it would happen, but we weren't sure if they were seizures or not. Paula took the opportunity to ask the staff if our neurologist could come see what was going on and confirm whether or not it was seizure activity. Dr. Benedict wasn't available, but another neurologist named Dr. Lloyd checked in and called it a seizure (incidentally, after some follow-up EEGs we now know they weren't seizures, and it sounds like this kind of thing may be common for Rett girls, there just wasn't anybody around with any experience in Rett cases). They gave her a huge dose of versed (or ativan, I can't remember which) and the twitching stopped but she got all messed up. Her eyes weren't lined up anymore and she would either sleep or stare off at nothing -- and she still was not breathing well.
The breathing was the biggest concern for us. Becca's always had a hard time with breathing, and when she gets sick at all or coughs a lot she stops swallowing and stuff builds up in the back of her throat and exacerbates the problem. She had blow-by oxygen but her breaths were just really short and quick, and her oxygen saturation levels were all over the place (anywhere from 80% to 50%). We asked a couple times about it, but none of the nurses were concerned with the situation and said it wasn't a big deal after a throat surgery, so we assumed it was fine. They gave us a suction tool to help clear her out, but told us we shouldn't suction much or it would make things worse -- even though it was pretty clear she was collecting a lot of gunk back there.
This, by the way, was pretty much the end of our implicit trust in nursing staff. We assume now that nurses won't know the right things to do for Becca, and then they can sometimes pleasantly prove us wrong and earn our trust. If we'd known then what we know now we probably wouldn't have ended up in the PICU. Hm... Actually, I guess if we'd known then what we know now we might have pushed them to take Becca directly to the PICU for recovery instead of just going to the floor. We're a lot more confident now than we used to be that we know what's best for Becca, so I guess at least there's that. It seems like maybe that's something a Rett parent just needs to learn eventually.
Anyway. I sent Paula home to get some sleep (she was 5 months pregnant, and Becca wasn't coughing quite as much anymore) and settled in for the night. At about 10:30pm Becca's breathing got a lot worse. She started coughing pretty bad, and then she started coughing worse (this is when the nurse came in), and then she stopped inhaling, and then her coughs got really weak, almost non-existant. Her oxygen saturation dropped to 20% and the nurse hit the emergency button. The PICU staff got there within 30 seconds and right away started working on opening Becca's airways. Becca's lips were blue and her skin had lost its color almost completely. She looked dead other than the faint spasms in her chest. Her oxygen got down to 12% before starting to slowly climb up again. About half an hour later the respiratory technician finally had her up to 85% oxygen, and we decided that was enough to move her down to the PICU.
As you can imagine, I was pretty much a wreck at this point. I actually think I did really well until somebody said something about "life support" and for some reason that was the thing that threw me. I managed to get a call out to Paula and speak enough that she knew to get there right away. They wheeled Becca down to the PICU and got her all checked in. She couldn't breathe at all on her own, but at least she was stable. We found out later one of her lungs had completely collapsed, and the other was significantly obstructed. The event was classified as "acute respiratory arrest".
I think this is enough for one post. Maybe I'll do the PICU experience in another post.
This blog is for and about our little girl, Becca. Becca was born with low muscle tone and has been consistently behind in her development. She's now six years old and doesn't walk or talk or feed herself. In 2010 Becca was diagnosed with Rett Syndrome, a neurological disorder caused by a genetic mutation.