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Zackariah and Dale

This is going to be combined fundraiser for Zack and Dale for any and all items they may need or want to make their lives more comfortable or to help the reach the goals of basic daily living. Here I will list the items needed, why they are needed and breakdown the cost for those items the best that I can; the way they are broken down for me.

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July 25, 2024

I always go back to that day. 12 hours after the boys were born, I’m upstairs in my room, listening to the IV beep continuously because my nurse is no where to be found. The room phone rings, it’s the NICU, they say “We need you to come downstairs, there has been an INCIDENT”. INCIDENT, that’s the word that was used. I can remember everything as if it were happening right now. Jeffrey was frantically trying to find our nurse, a nurse, any nurse to get that damn IV out of me. Finally a nurse came to the room and was getting me in a wheelchair and unhooked. Rushing us to the staff elevators. I was scared. He was scared. Just get me to the NICU, now…that is all I could think at that moment.

As the nurse is taking us to the staff elevators, we see my nurse in the hallway. She asks where I am going and we tell her we have been called to the NICU. She says she will take me, and then proceeds to slowly roll me to the staff elevators. A PCA joins in on the walk and when we get to the elevators she and the nurse argue about bringing another wheelchair or not, leaving Jeffrey and me just staring at each other before Jeffrey finally saying, “Are you serious right now”.

I feel the pit in my stomach, the lump in my throat the inability to breathe as the elevator starts to move. The doors open, and there is a SEA of people. The hallways are full. I mean, FULL. As I am being wheeled down the hallway the people part like Red Sea in the movie the Ten Commandments. People I have never even seen are whispering “that’s mom” as we pass them. I’m thinking that one or both of my children are gone…

The room was dark, across the room I see a bright light, the incubator is raised and open and the light is on. The room is full of people, but the one that stands out to me is the one standing at the end of the incubator with one arm across his stomach and the other arm holding his chin…the NICU doctor. As soon as my wheelchair crossed the threshold of that NICU room, he turned around and started coming towards me. I stood up and started walking to the incubator. Everyone afraid that I am going to fall and asking me to please sit down, just 12 hours ago I had had a c-section and was on pain meds. I snapped back that I was fine. Jeffrey rushed to my side and we got to the side of the incubator together.

“What happened” I ask as I look at my tiny little 1lb 8oz Dale. He has a purple line down the middle of his body, his chest and sternum are sunken in. I’m still not 100% sure what is happening, but I am looking at the monitors for a heart beat and a respiratory rate.

“We had an incident” the doctor says.

“An incident? What does that mean?” We say

“We tried to extubate him and we lost his airway. It took us 18 minutes to get him back, but he is reintubated now and stable.” Says the doctor

“What is the purple mark?” I asked

“A bruise from doing compressions.” Says the doctor

“Is he going to be ok?” Jeffrey asked

“Right now he is stable. We will just have to wait and see.” Says the doctor

“Is he going to have brain damage or have anything wrong with him?” I ask.

“He may, and he may not. We will just have to wait and see. He may have nothing wrong and he might. We may not know right away, it may be years before we see anything. All we can do is wait and see.” Says the doctor

Wait and see…MAY BE YEARS. Years being the keyword in this conversation…and here we are; 5 years later and things are starting to surface. Things that no one understands, not even us. Things that we can’t control no matter what we have tried so far. Things that are HARD. So hard.

Dale has always been behind developmentally. That was a given, being born at 26 weeks. But, what we didn’t know was how the 18 minutes of oxygen deprivation would affect his brain. He has had an MRI and he does have hypoxic areas (areas damaged from the oxygen deprivation), things that can’t be “fixed”.

We’ve been on a waiting list for a psychological evaluation for over a year and a half and have finally gotten that appointment for October. So, we’ve been seeing things for a while. Self harm from the time he could walk, having to have everything just right…you have to tell him what is going to happen during the day and if you are going to vary from that timeline you need to make him aware or it really disturbs him.

For example: We are going to go to Wal-Mart and you can go in, but when we stop at Publix mama is going to run in by herself and you will stay in the van with Daddy and Bubba.

You can’t change that to: We are going to stop and get something to eat in the drive-thru, go to Sam’s and let Daddy go in to get medicines while you sit in the car with Mama and Bubba, go to Wal-Mart and you can go in, and stop at Publix and you can go in.

If the plan changes you have to tell him, in detail, how it is going to go, or there is a major breakdown.

His communication is a challenge. The more his vocabulary grows the harder it is to understand him. We have a communication device but it is still challenging. This causes self harm and major breakdowns.

Despite a routine, medications, tons of activity; insomnia is a daily issue. I don’t care if we stay busy from the time his eyes open until we wrangle him to sleep, he doesn’t sleep long, he doesn’t sleep soundly. He talks in his sleep, he falls out of bed even though he has a full size bed and is in the middle of it.

Recently the self harm and harm to others has become a big issue. Discipline, taking things away, putting him in his room, talks…none of it works. The other day our doctor got to witness the self harm and harm to others. I broke down in tears, asked her why I am such a bad mom, what am I doing wrong. She told me that it is not my fault or his fault, it is the damage to his brain and we just have to find the route of treatment that works for him. Phone calls, referrals and texts have been sent.

Right now we just have to weather the storm. It’s hard, it is exhausting. Everyone just tells me to bust his butt. Discipline is not the issue, he is disciplined, and he is a GOOD kid. But, out of no where, it is like a button gets pushed, the hurricane lasts for 12-80 hours at a time. Then just like that, the button gets pushed again and it is over. We haven’t been able to figure out the triggers. Every time it is a different scenario, different time of day.

The first doctor we have seen has diagnosed, ODD, ADHD, Unspecified Mood Disorder (I don’t even understand that one), and OCD. I agree with all of that but the mood disorder. Autism is still not off the table, but leaning towards no. He has empathy and most people with autism, I have been told, do not.

People have pulled away because of Zack’s disabilities and the handful of people that are still around are now pulling away because of Dale’s disabilities. One thing they will never have to worry about, is ME. I will never turn my back on them. I will never let them fight alone. I may need a break, I may cry, I may have some bad days, but I will always stand beside my boys. Despite all the hard things, they’re a blessing. They are my miracles and I cherish them. Every bit of them.

July 5, 2024

7/5/24

Good morning. I had no idea that it has been 2 months since I have done an update and I do apologize. It feels like it has only been a couple of weeks...but to be honest...I lose track of days and weeks very easily. Everything kind of runs together anymore.

Since my last update, Zack has had to have an emergency surgery 2.5 hours away because a piece of plastic that was holding the coil down from his original VNS surgery was protruding from his neck. I thought it was coil, but it was a piece of plastic that had been placed to hold the coil down. Luckily, I noticed it BEFORE the office closed, although it was 3pm, and was able to get ahold of the nurse, send a picture and be told to go straight to the pediatric ER in Pensacola FL and we would be having surgery.

Frantically packing and hitting the road, we left here and got there...we got admitted late that night, around 10p. Jeffrey and Dale were able to get a room at the Ronald McDonald House, I stayed with Zack in the hospital. The next morning, we headed to the operating room and about an hour later he was done. The big thing to watch out from here was infection. The goal was to not have any infection at all for the first 3-6 months after the initial surgery. 2 weeks after the emergency surgery...HE GOT AN INFECTION. I sent more photos, and he went on a very strong oral antibiotic for 10 days. As of now, his chest is completely healed, and his neck is finally starting to be at the end of healing.

The device has also been turned on for a while. I can't remember the exact date right now...but it was on the lowest setting for about a month...just to warm the device up and get him used to it. When we went back to neurology, we were able to get readings from the first month of the device being turned on and I was shocked, and heart broken.

So, the device is set to go off every 5 minutes for 30 seconds all the time. No matter what, it is going to go off every 5 minutes. On top of that it will go off when it detects a heart rate change of a certain caliber/seizure. It is going off an ADDITIONAL 23 times per day. So, it is detecting 23 potential seizures on top of the therapeutic settings to prevent seizures. that is a lot of seizures. We never really knew how many seizures that he was actually having, only what we saw. We knew we didn't see them all, but we had no idea he was having this many. The most we've ever seen in a day is 14. Then he had the 29-minute seizure and a 7-minute seizure.

The device has been set to a stronger setting 2 times since our last appointment, and we will do another increase at our next appointment. I'm anxious to see what has been detected this time.

Dale was enrolled in gymnastics, and then the coach that he had connected with went on paternity leave only 2 sessions in, and the last 2 sessions he SCREAMED and would not go back on the floor. The coach he bonded with was amazing. I guess it was just bad timing. How was I to know that he was going on paternity leave? He has been unenrolled. I really thought it was going to be his "thing".

I did a scholarship fundraiser for a We Carry Kevan backpack carrier for Zack. We reached our goal, thanks to our generous followers, and we received the carrier just in time for the 4th of July outing we go on every year. The same day actually. We got him all adjusted and fitted in it and we got rained out. Our next big outing where I think we will be able to use it best is a family retreat in August with Alabama Hands and Voices. I'm super excited. Unfortunately, I'm too fat for it to fit around me so I have to lose some weight.

That's about it for now. I'm exhausted all the time. Dale is all over the place all the time and is due to start Kindergarten in August. Zack will also start "Kindergarten" at home with homebound services again. IDK how long either will last, but I hope we can manage. Monday we will start our "school schedule" as far as sleeping and getting up. I don't want to throw an adjustment like that on all of us at the drop of a hat, so I am giving us all a few weeks to adjust.

We are still currently trying to raise money to get Zack:

Kid Walk 2

Travel Safety Bed (to get him on an actual bed and out of the floor when we travel ALOT for medical appointments)

Handicapped Accessible Van

We hope you all had a Happy and safe Fourth of July. We spent some time in the pool and set off a few sparklers and some tiny fireworks for the boys.

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October 17, 2023

It takes a village, never stop. Hope always prevails.

Dianne Vitkus

September 6, 2023

6 month donation jar at Richie B’s in Dothan, Al.

We thank each and every one of you! God Bless!

Richie B’s Donation Jar

June 11, 2023

Part 2 of the funds Harley Davidson raised for Zack's robot legs at Bike Night on 6/9/23. We're so thankful for all of you. God Bless.

Harley Davidson Dothan Bike Night 6/9/23