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Since Little Miss Minion is coming up on her third birthday, she will be aging out of her early intervention program. Once she ages out, she will either qualify for services through our local school district or she will be considered caught up with her peers and will not need additional services.

If she needs services, the district will provide transport to and from her daycare and the school. I think they said she would do half days a couple days a week. She will be tested for speech, gross motor skills, and cognition. Our appointment is in about a month and a half, closer to her birthday.

If she doesn’t qualify, there are other avenues we can go down if we feel like she still needs help.

I guess we will find out. Her appointment is toward the end of March. It will be done at the school building with their therapists.


March of Dimes

I have some exciting news! One of Little Miss Minion’s primary nurses has stayed in contact with us since we left the NICU. We have been invited to present our story to our state senators and representatives in March! We will be part of an Advocacy Day for the March of Dimes, which is an organization that does tons of research on prematurity and birth defects.

This visit will entail meetings with our local representatives and telling them about our experience in the NICU. I’m assuming the purpose is to help keep funding or grants or something. More details on that later. I’ll be working on a short explanation of my pregnancy complications and of LMM’s NICU stay and complications.

I don’t have a ton of info yet, but I’m so excited (and nervous) to be able to help this organization.

Reindeer & Santa

The Christmas Season has arrived and Little Miss Minion is learning new vocabulary to go along with it. Yesterday, she asked for “reindeer song” in the car on the way home from daycare and then asked “santa coming?” off and on for the rest of the evening.

She is talking much more since her surgery and my theory is that the fluid was slowly building up and pushing on the part of her brain that controls speech. Less pressure=more talking. Some of her delay could be due to the PVL (essentially, this is dead or damaged brain tissue) but it’s hard to know for sure.

This spring brings the expiration of her enrollment in the early intervention program that gives her physical and speech therapies. She probably won’t qualify for PT since she is pretty much caught up with her peers, so that will be one less specialist. Speech is a toss up right now. There is a big jump coming in expectations and if she doesn’t keep up, she might qualify for services through our local school district. I have a feeling she will still qualify but she’s improved so much over the past few weeks, it’s hard to tell.

Hoping everyone is having a cheery holiday season so far! Remember to wash your hands and keep the cold/flu/RSV germs away!

Brain Surgery #5

First of all, Little Miss Minion is doing well and we are home. Don’t let the title of this post scare you. 
Monday night, we noticed that LMM was acting like she had a headache. She still doesn’t really talk much, but she was rubbing her head and crying off and on. She had speech therapy that night and seemed ok except for the head rubbing and generally seeming a little “off.” Tuesday was more of the same, but the problem with hydrocephalus is that the symptoms of a shunt malfunction are very subtle until they aren’t anymore. Irritability, being cranky, headaches…but when it happened for the third day, we listened to our guts and took her to the ER. They did a “shunt series” X-ray, which takes pictures of the shunt in its entirety to make sure that all the pieces are where they should be. Sometimes the distal catheter (the end where the extra fluid drains from) gets moved or blocked. Sometimes the system gets disconnected. Everything looked ok on the shunt series but they couldn’t explain the crankiness and headaches so the neurosurgeon wanted a CT scan to see the ventricles. Sure enough, one of her shunts had stopped working so the cerebrospinal fluid wasn’t draining like it should have been. 
They admitted us to the PICU (pediatric intensive care unit) to monitor LMM and decide on the timing of the surgery. As soon as we knew the shunt wasn’t working, surgery was a certainty. There is no other way to “fix” hydro. So we were taken to the PICU to spend the night. 
LMM is now two, and she knows a little bit more about what is going on. She handled it really well, and fell asleep on me while we were walking down to the surgery suites. They gave her a little bit of a sedative to keep her calm while they took her back to get prepped and while it was kicking in, she started cracking up laughing. It was a nice stress reliever. 🙂
The neurosurgeon came out after surgery to talk to us and said the surgery had gone well. We got to come back and see her in recovery while the anesthesia wore off soon after. After a few minutes back in recovery, we were cleared to go back up to the picu. As they were wheeling her out, the nurses at the central station all waved to her and she waved back from her bed. 
Within an hour, she was chugging water. An hour after that, she was onto jello, and soon after that, she was cleared for real food. Everyone was impressed at how fast and how well she was coming off the anesthesia. Last time, she was groggy and slept for most of the day. That was also about 23 months ago, so she was much smaller. 

We were discharged the following afternoon and LMM has been back to her regular happy self. 🙂
Many thanks to the incredible nurses we had this time. This hospital is not our first choice, but it is the one that her neurosurgeon primarily works out of. Our nurses were hands down the best we’ve ever had at this hospital. 

Hydrocephalus Awareness Month!

Happy September! 

September is Hydrocephalus Awareness month. In case you are a new reader, my daughter Little Miss Minion was born 12 weeks early and developed hydro as the result of a series of complications from an infection, sepsis, and meningitis. She had her first surgery at around 2 months old, followed quickly by three more within two months. We are coming up on two years since her last surgery. 
Hydrocephalus is a tricky disease. For the caregiver, it creates a constant see saw of “is it or isn’t it” because it can mimic almost any illness or general toddler behavior. Headaches, nausea, vomiting, crankiness, sleepiness… could be typical toddler behavior or it could be hydro rearing its head. 

The only cure for hydro is brain surgery. That’s not ok. 

Two Years Adjusted

LMM turned two years old (adjusted) yesterday. Her birthday is in May, but since she was due in August, we adjust for her prematurity when assessing her development. 

She’s up to 23 pounds and is pretty much on track for all of her developmental milestones. Her therapists are working on her speech one a week right now, with physical therapy being moved to twice a month. They want her to say more individual words and then we will move to two word phrases.  Physical therapy is focusing on getting her to clear the ground when she jumps, plus balance on going down steps. 
Not much else going on right now, so I’ll keep this short and sweet, just like Little Miss Minion. 🙂

Two Years

Two years ago today, I was in a hospital bed on day 2 of hopefully many more on bedrest. I was getting frequent visits from my medical team, consisting of nurses, doctors, specialists, maternal fetal medicine, my OB, and two people from the nicu. My OB was hoping to keep Little Miss Minion and I healthy enough to make it to 32 weeks. The maternal fetal medicine specialist (high risk doctor) gave us two weeks in a best case scenario, which would have put us at 30 weeks. I don’t remember who the nicu people were or what their positions in the unit were, but I remember the feeling of panic as they explained all the things they could do if Little Miss Minion had to come early. I remember words like resuscitation, breathing tube, ventilator, developmental delay, and prognosis. I remember thinking that there were an awful lot of people coming in and out of the room during the time the nicu people were with us. 
When Mr Minion went back to our house to grab more clothes and things, since we weren’t expecting me to be admitted the day before, I remember starting to have trouble reading my book. The words weren’t making sense. I read the same paragraph over and over before finally giving up. I sat in my bed, trying to ignore the uncomfortable straps of the monitoring belt wrapped around my stomach. I watched the numbers on my blood pressure readings slowly climb, trying to will them back down. 150/90, 175/95…my prepregnancy readings were usually around 110/70 or lower. One of the nurses came in to check on me and moved the monitor screen to face away from me. With nothing else to look at, I watched the line of the fetal monitoring contraception move. Every jump indicated that Little Miss Minion was doing well, moving around. After a while, the line seemed to be flattening out. I called the nurse, they did a bunch of stuff to try and get Little Miss Minion moving, and nothing worked. They called in an ultrasound team who did a biophysical profile on her. It’s a half hour ultrasound where they count how many times the baby moves and a couple other things. She didn’t move. I watched her heart beat, the only thing that moved on the screen. 

Soon after that, I suspect an urgent  conference of my medical team commenced and a few minutes later, I was on the phone with Mr Minion, who had gotten to the house and wanted to know if I had thought of anything else I wanted. The doctor came in, so I got off the phone. I remember him telling me that my blood pressure wasn’t responding to the magnesium anymore and that Little Miss Minion needed out. Tonight. As soon as they could prep me.
I called Mr Minion and told him. As I hung up, swarms of people poured into the room to get me ready. I continued to call and text people that they were prepping me for surgery and that the baby was coming. And the rest is history. 
Today, I watched my two year old daughter play with bubbles. She ran up and down the hall of our house, played in her sandbox, and drew on an easel with markers. Two years ago, I watched a blue screen descend in front of my face as a team of doctors and nurses saved my life and saved my daughter’s life. I watched as someone held out a tiny, tiny, tiny baby, her head engulfed in a newborn hat that was almost as big as she was, her skin purple and transparent. Everything I had expected was imploding before my eyes. 
Two years ago, our NICU rollercoaster ride began. It started with a stomach churning drop as our one pound, fourteen ounce preemie was brought into the world twelve weeks early. There was another drop over a cliff as she fought off gbs, sepsis, and meningitis. Things smoothed out as we turned the corner of what would be our halfway point. We shot down another towering drop as we found out about her brain damage and hydrocephalus. The subsequent surgery and recovery were bumpy. But then, we could see the exit. Eighty four days after starting this ride, we got off and started the rest of our lives. There are still bumps, potholes, rainy days, and times when we trip and fall. But the important thing is that we get up, dust ourselves off, and KEEP GOING. 
Happy birthday to my daughter, Little Miss Minion. I’m so happy I get to see you grow up.