Swirling Thoughts
Carmen had a horrible day yesterday. When Dave let the night nurse go, Carmen’s oxygen was 70-80%. Carmen was on 3 liters of oxygen and still unable to maintain her numbers. She was taking 80 breaths per minute and looked to be in terrible distress.
We were surprised as the day before we had gone out for the day and Carmen had done very well.
We called Hospice and the on-call nurse came out. For several hours we talked through our options and what we want for Carmen. We are not treating illnesses anymore with antibiotics but simply trying to keep Carmen comfortable.
All day we alternated Tylenol and Motrin, trying to reduce her fevers and keep her comfortable. We gave her morphine every two hours.
Last night we went to bed, fully expecting Carmen to have a rough night. We set our alarms for every two hours so that we could give Carmen morphine. At 2am, Dave checked on Carmen and the night nurse said she was doing well so he did not give her morphine. At 4am, I went in and Carmen was peacefully sleeping so no morphine. At 6am, Dave checked again and she was still doing well. At 8am, the night nurse told me that Carmen did not have a fever all night. In fact, she put the heating pad on her because she was cold!
I felt immense relief this morning at 4am when I saw Carmen calmly sleeping. I have accepted the fact that Carmen is going to die but I cannot stand watching her struggling to breathe. I can’t stand it. Whenever she gets like that, I pray that God will spare her suffering and just take her home.
I’m not sure yet how this day will progress for Carmen. I did give her morphine a short while ago and also an extra dose of Ativan to calm her breathing. She does not have a fever. Perhaps she will pull through this.
Dave and I have talked until we are blue in the face. There are so many decisions to make for Carmen and none of them are easy. We feel confident in our decision to stop treating illnesses but the guilt does set it. Especially when others express disapproval of our decisions as if we make any of these decisions lightly. I sometimes wonder if I am the only mom of a child with Tay Sachs who goes back and forth in my thinking so much. I wonder if the road is much clearer for others.
We want Carmen to be comfortable. We don’t want her to suffer. We look at her quality of life and think that she will be so much better off in Heaven. And honestly, we are all tired. This is an emotionally and physically exhausting journey. But, then we look at her and realize that this little person has had a more profound impact on us than anything else ever could. We are grateful to her and we want to make the best decisions for her. She is our daughter.
This picture has nothing to do with any of the above but made me smile today.
Hope and her daddy




