The Courage of Conley Duke
Follow the journey of Conley Duke Weems and his family as they learn to navigate through the life of living with illness and loss.
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Friday, April 8, 2016
A legacy to remember, and we have proof!
Given the complications with low amniotic fluid, I had to be monitored on a weekly basis, having multiple ultrasounds to make sure that Conley was doing okay. I also had several (5 to be exact) amnioinfusions, which is a process where saline is injected into my uterus every couple weeks in order to make sure that Conley had enough room to continue building his lungs and growing adequately. Three of these procedures included spinal blocks, as any one of them could have induced labor. We are lucky that every procedure went well, and we were able to give Conley the tools he needed to build his lungs, while all along allowing me to continue living life at home. I had my last amnioinfusion at 30 weeks. It was not possible to continue the amnioinfusions past this marker as the risks were greater than the benefits. It was a blessing that we were able to do this much for Conley, and mommy was able to stay at home with the boys and continue "regular" life as scheduled.
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Holy crap follow-up
A follow-up to my recent blog: please, please don't think that you said or did something wrong, and by all means do not step back or stop contacting us. The last thing I wanted to do was discourage people from reaching out. If we aren't ready to talk, or it's one of those bad days, we won't respond right away. We will when we are ready. I truly just meant to be a voice for someone in my situation; to share all the things we feel and what we go through. It's overwhelming trying to keep everything together. As I said, anything is better than nothing. Even if anything is wrong. But anything can't be wrong if you are just yourself. And honestly, if I was in your position, I wouldn't know what to say either. Or what to do. But, what I would hope is that all I have to do to is be real and genuine. To be honest and caring. Because that's all anyone wants.
Holy crap
- Guilt. There is a lot of guilt. Guilt over everything and anything. I somehow find guilt in every situation; every moment. From not returning a text from a close friend to feeling relieved that Conley is no longer suffering. My therapist asked me to start writing down things that produce guilt, and that list keeps growing. Sometimes the guilt drives me to be more productive, like going to yoga, crossfit, or meeting up with a friend for lunch. But sometimes, it drives me to isolate and withdraw. I have found myself at times sitting down on the couch or laying in bed just starring off into space or being in my head. But regardless of what is happening, guilt seems to be the driving force. Even this blog post.
- Obsession. Tons of obsession. Replaying conversations in my head from the last week of Conley's life. Replaying the moment he woke me up in the middle of the night so I could kiss him one more time. Reliving conversations about what happened, and how fast things changed. Wondering how he was so healthy and stable, and then out of no where, infection, cancer, clot, death. How cancer and chemotherapy were supposed to be "easy," and we were "lucky" that it was liver cancer. Obsessing over stupid things, like what to do with all my left over frozen breast milk or how can I make the most of Conley's medications before they expire. Obsession over everything.
- Worry. This one is huge. My biggest fear and worry is that I will forget things about Conley. I watch videos of him constantly so I won't forget him. I go into his room every day, sometimes for hours, and sit there with my eyes closed imagining him. I sit on the rocking chair pretending to hold him, like I did the last night before we were admitted to the hospital. I imagine his smile, his laugh; everything. You know those things your child does that you love the most - to the point where you prompt them over and over just to see it. So you can capture the perfect video of this "thing" they do that you love. I loved when I asked Conley if he wanted me to pick him "up," while pointing my thumbs in the air. He ALWAYS smiled so big because he knew that he was going to be held. He always wanted to be "up." I replay this in my mind over and over so I don't forget. I worry I will forget this. I worry I will forget the way he looked at me, and how he was happy. I worry that the last four months of hospitalization, surgery, treatment and medical intervention will over power the good memories of us being home for eight months.
- Tricks. Grief plays so many tricks on you. There are moments that I walk past Conley's room expecting to see him in his crib even though I know he is not there. Still, I walk into the room and look in his crib. It's empty. I know it is. But for a split second, I think he is there, waiting for me to say "up" so he could smile so big. I expect to have our nurse, Kyle, walk through the door in the morning so Choice could run up to hug him. For a split second, I think about leaving the door unlocked for our night nurse.
- Awkward conversations. These happen a lot. Sometimes I avoid people intentionally do I do not have these conversations. All those sweet, caring people who ask how Conley is doing because they know his story. Like my hair stylist, the new neighbor, our pharmacist, grocery store bagger, etc. They all know me. They know Conley and our story. And then they ask how he is doing. Talk about a change in vibe in the conversation. Or running into people who already know the end of the story, and they give you the look of "I'm sorry" and even sometimes pity. The elephant in the room. And I say, I'm okay. We are okay. Or the people that say, "Oh, you're Conley's mom?" They have heard about him, about us, but have never met me. And the question, "how many kids do you have?" Well, that depends who is asking. Did they know about Conley, or is this the neighbor across the street that have only seen one child around our house?
- Triggers. Oh yes. Constant triggers. Songs. Specific words. Calls from insurance companies or doctors who want to talk about Conley. Mail for Conley. He always got tons of mail. Those triggers are manageable and expected. But others; unknown triggers are awful. For example, the other morning on our way to breakfast, Jonathan, Choice and I were rear ended pretty hard. My first thought - laughed out loud and thought par for the course. This has been our life. We have been passive receivers of shit like this for awhile now. Given news and circumstances that had to be dealt with; not questioned or changed. Just accepted and handled. We became pretty good at adjusting and rolling with the punches. Just like getting rear ended. Second thought - tears and hugging Choice. And then feeling bad for the guy who hit us. If he only knew what we had been through.
- Rebellion. There were always so many rules for and with Conley. Like washing hands constantly and using paper towels. Only paper towels. No bath towels because that brought bacteria. And bacteria meant infection. I find myself purposefully using a hand towel because I can. Oh, and I went grocery shopping at 6pm on a Monday night. Unheard of. And taking Melatonin or drinking wine. Amazing. I haven't been able to take sleep medication or drink multiple glasses of wine for a long time because I needed to be on call, and alert if something happened. Or if I needed to drive somewhere.
- People get real. True colors come out in time of loss and grief. Let's face it. These types of situations are hard for everyone. What do you say? Do you say anything? What if you say something wrong? I remember being that person and hearing of a friend's child that passed. It is a tough situation and words can be scary. Anything is better than nothing. But, sometimes I think people forget it was my child that died. My child. My every minute of my every day. My life is starting over. So, I get some leeway and I get a break on things that may have been said or done. And if that is not okay with you, I don't need you. My therapist told me that I can make a protective barrier around myself, and encouraged me to not let things or people in that may burden that protective barrier. That is hard for me because it leads back to #1 on this list: guilt. But, I am working on that. On the other hand, wow. So many people have done more for me, and more for my family, than I ever could have imagined. Selfishness and selflessness are truly seen in these times. They always say people you think would be there, are not; and those you least expect, are the ones who save you.
- And lastly, love. So much love. I've hung out, met up with and talked to more friends and family these past two weeks than I have in the past two years. I've had deeper conversations about things not related to Conley's care. I've learned new things about good friends that I missed out on. Love for Jonathan and for Choice. Choice loved Conley so much. He knows something is going on. He talks about Conley's tree and kisses pictures of Conley. Picks up Conley's rabbit and hands it to me because he knows I snuggle with it at night. He sits in Conley's room sometimes for no reason. And he loves watching videos of him. He is aware that we have had way more visitors in the past month then in his whole life. And then there is Jonathan. He gets me right now. And he supports my grief, or whatever it is that I'm feeling. Sometimes I just lay in bed under the covers for hours trying to hide from reality. Sometimes, he lays with me. But sometimes, he does not have this option. He keeps working for our family and supporting whatever decisions I make. He is letting me be me, and letting me figure this out. Choice, Jonathan and I have been sleeping in our bed together for weeks now. Never what I would want or even imagined that, especially with all the sleep training we did. I keep thinking how we need to "get back on routine" and start a new schedule, but then I wake up and see those two next to me (often times Jonathan is snoring and Choice has his feet in Jonathan's face), and I feel happy. This huge house and we all stay in one room together. And that's okay for now.
Monday, March 28, 2016
And then it happened...
Choice went up and gave Conley kisses all weekend. |
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Grief is nothing new
We had big plans for Conley. We had big plans for our family of four. We chose to have the boys close in age so they could be best buds, and do everything together. We wanted to take them to the same school, so Conley could follow in Choice's footsteps by charming all of the teachers. We wanted to have them participate in music class together. We hoped to enroll Conley in swim class. I had hoped to continue working out, doing Crossfit and Prenatal Yoga, just like I did when I pregnant with Choice. We wanted to visit family in California for the first time when Conley was a baby so everyone could meet him and love on him. We looked forward to being able to give the boys baths together so Choice could splash Conley and we could teach him about being gentle. I wanted the boys to wrestle around on the floor, get dirty at the park, and eat ice cream together. I planned to go back to work part time so I could still do the work I love, while also taking care of my boys. Taking care of my boys together. I anticipated being able to take them both places by myself; being able to handle the idea of two children under two all alone as most mothers do. I dreamed about them sharing a room as they got older and cuddling, maybe even having bunk beds, or a trundle bed. I wanted to pass Choice's clothes down to Conley. This is just a small list. There are so many more things I had hoped, wished, wanted, dreamed, and anticipated. Planned even. All those things you envision when having two children; a partner in crime or a best friend. But, none of this could happen.
Conley could not go to school, music, gymnastics, swim class, or participate in any group setting regularly because he was immunocompromised. He couldn't take a bath with Choice because he could not get wet in certain places due to his medical devices that may lead to infection. We could not travel to California because Conley had to be hooked up to dialysis every night, and packing all the supplies needed for just one week, or one night, was too much to even fathom. They could not wrestle or rough house because Conley was so fragile and prone to vomiting with minimal stimulation. Conley was not able to play in the dirt at the park due to risk of infection. Conley did not eat anything by mouth because kidney failure made him too nauseous all the time, so ice cream was out. Taking Choice and Conley alone anywhere was difficult, and sometimes impossible, given Conley's vomiting and constant one on one attention. Conley could not wear Choice's clothes because he could not tolerate shorts or pants due to the medical devices in his belly and his proneness to vomiting. He couldn't wear Choice's old shirts because medical devices on his chest would not be secured. Every doctor always wanted to see Conley's tummy, so even onesies were difficult to tolerate, so rompers it was all the time. Again, the list goes on.
The one thing that did go as planned was that the boys were best buds. Best friends from the first minute. While they did not, and could not, do a lot of things together, they loved each other so much. Their eyes lit up when they saw each other. Choice came home from school everyday and asked for Conley. Conley always reached and tried to play with Choice's hair. They were in fact best buds.
So while we were still happy that Conley was alive and with us, we were also grieving. So you see, to me; to us, grief is nothing new. We grieved most of Conley's life because the constant fear and anxiety that Conley could die at any moment was there. We grieved the life we had wanted for Conley. The life we wanted for Conley and Choice together. The fact the we were the ones in control of his every day care brought grief. I had to grieve the Chardonnay that I knew, and quickly adjust to the new role I had acquired without any room for major error. I lost myself; I lost who I was as a mother and as a wife. I was grieving that too. Every time Conley was sick and had to go to the ER, or be admitted to the hospital, or have a planned or emergency surgery, I was grieving. Seeing things that no mother should ever have to see created an unimaginable amount of grief. Tubes, wires, blood transfusions, multiple IV's, scars, open stomachs...just stuff in and out of my child's body every day of his life. I saw Conley suffer too many times, and I just sat there with him, grieving, every minute, because that's all I could do. That's what mothers do. So, I've become pretty good at grieving.
These past few weeks have been really strange to me. I constantly find myself consoling others as they grieve Conley's death and celebrate his life. And that's okay. I am truly okay with this. Because I've had his whole life to grieve. And that's when it clicked. To others who are on the outside looking in, the majority of the grief started after Conley passed. But, that's when ours mostly ended. Don't get me wrong, I am still grieving, but this grief feels different. Jonathan and I have talked many times about how we feel that others might look at us and wonder how we are not constantly in tears or how we are able to be so "strong" right now. How are we laughing and going out to dinner, and meeting up with friends? For example, today I picked Choice up from school and met with a friend for a play date at the park. Never would that have happened before. It was always 'get Choice from school and get home as fast as you could so we could take care of Conley.' I felt guilty that I was looking forward to this park date and having the freedom to enjoy the afternoon with Choice, while I should be grieving the loss of Conley. It's a constant struggle to my heart and mind, but thank God for Choice and his ability to distract me from any sadness. He has saved us. And I know Conley would not want me to feel guilty. He knew we did everything for him and about him. We all sacrificed for him, and given the chance, we would do it again. And as Jonathan and I talk about how we wonder what people think of our grieving process, once again, we are on the same page; and we just get each other. Especially in this moment. Jonathan and I as parents grieved for Conley's entire life. For what we lost, what we could not have, what we saw, we what had to do, the decisions we made, and for what we thought would be. And we grieved quite a bit behind the scenes; behind closed doors. And only when we started to share Conley's story through the blog, that is when the community started grieving with us. This is how my healing began. My healing began when I started the blog and allowed everyone to grieve with me.
My heart keeps telling me that I should be grieving more now that Conley is gone, but I'm not. At least not yet. And I'm not naive enough to think grief is linear. I know it comes and goes. My heart and soul are not happy by any means, and I feel lost without Conley here, but I am not grieving any more than I have since October 2014. At least not how I was when Conley was alive. I keep telling people that Conley is okay. Because I know he is. When he was here on this earth, I could not tell people that he was okay. Because every day would change. I would have to say he is okay today; this minute; but we do not know about tomorrow. But now, I can say that he okay; forever. And I truly feel in my heart that is true. Therefore, I don't have to grieve anymore.