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Dylan’s new Superman Helmet!

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This is Dylan’s new Helmet that was specially designed for him by some college Engineer students. I entered a contest and my essay was chosen we were asked what we needed for Dylan and we told them a new helmet. They asked us if there were anything we wanted special and we told them we call him Superman and this is the design they came up with. I Love the D inside the shield instead of the S

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The Real Superman Part VIIII

The Real Superman Part VIIII

By Jeff King

We made an appointment to see a Neurologist at Sinai hospital in Baltimore city. The Neurologist was supposedly one of the best around. We met him and he had all of Dylan’s hospital records from the previous seven years. Our first impression was a good one of this gentleman. He seemed very knowledgeable and genuinely caring. He played with Dylan and made us feel at ease. He talked about a treatment program that we should start and the first medicine he prescribed for Dylan was a seizure medication known as Lamictal. Lamictal would have the least effect on Dylan’s cognitive skills, so the neurologist explained. We began to give him this new medicine and right away, the seizures stopped. He was doing so well on this medication. We felt like the seizure activity that he had been experiencing was just a little hic up in his overall health, but now with this new medication, he would be back on track.

He continued to make progress and the seizures hadn’t effected his cognitive skills as of yet. He was loving on a new show Yo Gabba Gabba and his favorite character on this program was a little fuzzy monster-like dude named Broobie. Dylan quickly learned the songs on this show and began to sing them. His favorite was called “Party in my Tummy” I still remember Dylan saying, “Does the green beans want to go to the party in my tummy?” He would wait several seconds before answering that question, “Yeah” then he’d break into the song, “There’s a party in my tummy, so yummy, so ,yummy, there’s a party in my tummy!” You get the gist of it.

We weren’t really concerned about Dylan’s cognitive skills. He continued to learn how to say words and use sentences. We understood that most of his language was mimicking what he heard, but, he did know and understand so much. Maybe we should have been more concerned, but at the time there was no indication that he would regress and become nonverbal.

After about two weeks of taking the Lamictal Terri noticed a slight rash around his mouth. We weren’t sure what it was so she called the neurologist to voice our concerns. He asked us to watch him overnight and see if the rash got worse. He never told us to stop giving Dylan the Lamictal. The next day the rash had spread all over his body and he was covered in big blotches. His skin looked as if he had an extreme sunburn. We called the neurologist and he told us to bring him into his office right away. We took him into his office and he said, “I was hoping that this wasn’t going to happen? He’s having an allergic reaction to the medication. He then prescribed some antibiotics to begin giving to Dylan right away. He told us to discontinue the Lamictal. We took him home and gave him the antibiotic. It was about a week before he was better. The neurologist then prescribed Clonazepam tablets to begin giving him. These things would begin to have Dylan spacing out. He slowly began his dark decent into an abysmal place where we weren’t sure if we could ever get him back from.

We had gone through some very tough times before Dylan began to have these seizures. I have already mentioned how Terri went into the hospital to have surgery to remove her gallbladder. It was supposed to be a very quick and easy procedure; a same day procedure. It would be done with the doctor using endoscopic surgery. This minimally invasive surgery was supposed to be an easier and safer way for Terri to have her gallbladder removed, however, the surgeon ended up cutting a bile duct and bile from her liver began draining into her stomach. She nearly died and she had to be transferred to John Hopkins Hospital where a well renowned surgeon who had invented the surgery to fix her practiced at. He saved her life. I touched on this just a little, because about three years after Dylan was born, Terri developed a pretty big hernia, most likely from carrying around Dylan. She had to schedule another surgery with the doctor who had created a new bile duct using part of her large intestine to do it. He would perform the hernia operation, because, we didn’t trust any other hospital or doctor around. She had complications and ended up in the hospital for two weeks. She was so upset, because she kept thinking Dylan would forget who she was. He slept with me on the couch for those two weeks, which was a binding experience for the both of us.

When Terri was released from the hospital, I tried to take some time off the job I had been working for the last ten months, but, because I hadn’t been there for the entire year, I was told by their HR department that I could not do it. I had no choice to resign to take care of Terri and the children. It was a tough dark time in our lives. I can’t mention the name of the company I was working for at the time, because they may sue me if I was to, but let’s just say that they were an up and coming Baltimore Clothing company that has ties to the NFL and whose clothes can now be seen in movies, and even other sports franchises. They were not very family friendly and it is sad that the owner got rich off the backs of his workers and didn’t care if those workers had families or more important things to attend to. I could say Karma is well you know. I know I am being so cliché. Anyway, it is my sincerest hope that the owner will one day reap what he has sown!

I mention these things only because it sets the events in the story of what troubles we would have to face next. We as a family had continuously walked through the shadows, but each and every time we came out holding tight to the light of a promise. A promise of a new and brighter day. Little did we know that this struggle was just getting started. (To be continued.)

Cute pictures!

Some cute pictures of Superman and his niece Delilah! She loves her uncle Dylan. If you ask her who uncle Dylan is she looks right at him.

Update!

His doctor said he is doing much better today. He wants to see him back on Friday to see if he is still improving. So far he has been doing much better. Please continue to pray and send positive thoughts.

Superman is still sick!

We took Dylan to the doctors this morning and it wasn’t good news. The doctor wanted to admit him to the hospital. He says he has bronchitis or pneumonia. But he gave him a breathing treatment in the office and his oxygen level came back up so he let us take him home. He is on an antibiotics, steroids and breathing treatments every 4 to 6 hours. He has to go back to the doctors tomorrow morning to be checked out again. Please continue to pray and send positive thoughts.

Dylan is sick!

Dylan is not feeling good today because we had to replace the ng tube over the weekend. Everytime we have to put the tube back in Superman ends up sick. He still has been refusing to cough. If we could get him to do that we probably wouldn’t have this problem everytime we replace th ng tube. Please keep him in your prayers and positive thoughts. Thank you in advance. He was resting last night with his niece Delilah. It was so adorable.

Dylan and Delilah!

Superman is finally staring to like his niece Delilah. You can tell she loves him by the way she looks at him. I am not sure what he really thinks about her yet. The second picture is my favorite one.

Pictures!!

These are pictures of Superman from his swallow study!

Results for the swallow study

So the results showed that he was silently aspirating each time he swallows. We was told he could only have a half a cup of purees twice a day now. They also went back up on the ng feeds again. The biggest thing is they are always trying to push a g- tube for feeding. I want my son to be able to eat again. He loves to eat again he loves to eat. He is a cheeseburger and pizza guy. He is so sad not being able to do that anymore. He has been working really hard in his therapy’s. My first question was how is he suppose to gain his muscle strength in his throat if he is not using those muscles. They proceeded to tell me they have excercises for that and you can an appointment with me for that. Just show me the exercises and I can do them at home because you should of did that while he was inpatient at Kennedy kreiger. He shouldn’t be like this in the first place because of seizures.