Huck’s Heart | Counting Chickens┬á


What you don’t see in these pictures – Huck basically hugging my hand with both of his hands, this momma losing her mind, sobbing uncontrollably over what might be happening, and the team of doctors flying around us setting up machines, placing lines, and making a lot of very fast paced decisions. 

Earlier this week, we started the discharge process with plans of getting to go home today (Wednesday). It’s basically the same situation with switching from CVICU to step down unit; they have a single ventricle checklist to make sure he’s ready to go which is really just a lot of testing, blood work, and regular baby milestones. When we left CVICU the first time, a week ago, one of the checklist items was an echo (an ultrasound of his heart if you’re new around here), which looked great, so off we went to our new digs. To get discharged, it’s a similar process – he had to gain weight appropriately, eat a certain percentage of his bottles, get an echo, get a brain MRI, get a chest X-ray, we had to get various education sessions, pass a car seat test, I mean really the list keeps going. But these items are in place for a reason and thankfully, Huck had his “go home” echo yesterday afternoon, just to make sure his heart was functioning okay. 

While we waited on the echo to be read, we proceeded with the next item on the list, his car seat test, which he passed! This is just a test where they make him sit in his car seat for two hours and make sure he won’t lose oxygen or stop breathing or anything strange. 

While he was getting car seat tested, Nolan went to get us some dinner from Cliff’s Grill. (Which I highly recommend if you’re in the Medical Center area. Their southwest burger is amazing!) We hadn’t even taken the first bite of food when suddenly, half of his single ventricle team came walking in the room. 

They explained somewhat quickly that between the last echo a week ago and the new echo, they noticed part of his single ventricle was not squeezing the way it should. They called it “mild to moderate”, with “severe” basically being heart failure. Thankfully it was noticed before the point of heart failure, and additionally all of his stats and monitoring were considered perfect and he acted completely normal and calm, which they said was all very confusing to them. They wanted to do a CT scan to figure out exactly what was going on. They thought there might be an issue with one of his coronary arteries which would have been indicated by the ventricle not squeezing properly. They explained that for the CT scan, they had to do a breath hold to get the perfect picture, which means he had to be reintubated so that they could manually make him hold his breath. To do all of that, he would also need to be sedated, so via standard protocol, they called in the rapid response team to transport him back to the CVICU. 

At that point, we were told a broad spectrum of what to expect – this could end up being nothing, if there was something wrong with the artery, they could possibly do a catheter procedure to fix it, if there is a major problem (which they did say was unlikely based on his appearance, stats and behavior), they’ll have to take him back into surgery, open him up and fix it. We knew in the back of our minds that he could also crash at any time during this process if there was truly something wrong. So I stayed with him the whole time – while they transported him, sedated him, intubated him and took him for his CT scan. I will truly know this kiddo inside and out before he’s even a month old. 

The CT scan was very quick. Apparently TCH has a top of the line CT machine and people come from all over the world to use it because it captures things in mere seconds. Huck’s entire heart function was captured in less than 5 seconds. They told me in the CT room that the radiologist was at home but waiting on our scans to come through and would read them asap and get back to us within an hour or so. 

About 15 minutes after we got back in the radiologist called and said his CT was perfect! Our baby boy has pulled out the stops once again! I cried for the hundredth time that evening, so thankful that he was okay. They extubated him late last night when the sedation started to wear off and he was put back on an oxygen cannula for the time being. He is doing well right now, a little grumpy and uncomfortable but I’m hoping he’s back to his normal sweet self very soon. 

We are incredibly thankful for the team of people at TCH that double check and triple check before sending you on your way and for our surgeon and his team who are absolute angels for saving our baby boy’s life. My sweet husband also deserves some recognition for being my rock through all of our tough times. He has taken on our wild Whitlee so that I can be with Huck right now and he’s managed to keep his sanity through all of it, while keeping me in the right mind set too. 


We’re currently waiting on the doctors to round so that we can find out exactly what they think they saw, why it’s okay now, and what the plan is going forward. This was a temporary setback in our journey home, but I can’t even tell you how relieved we are right now after a whirlwind emotional night.