So Friday night, we went to bed at about 11:30. At 12:30, my cell phone rang and it was the liver transplant coordinator. She said that they had a liver and wanted us to head to PCMC right away. She said that we were a backup recipient to a baby that was having some issues and might not be able to receive the transplant.
Talk about adrenaline kicking in. I needed a shower so I jumped in really quick and Ryan got the other kids up and ran them to his parents house. Then we threw our bags together and loaded the car and in less than an hour we were on the road. Can't say I've ever driven to SLC in the middle of the night before. They wanted us there as close to 5 am as we could. It was 5:10 when we pulled into the parking garage. We got admitted and went up to our room.
Right away, they started taking vitals and placed an IV for fluids and started drawing large amounts of blood for labs. Then it was just a waiting game. We were all exhausted so between people coming into the room, we tried to sneak in some naps. Poor Alivia had been without food since 130 am, the last bottle we gave her just as we were leaving. She could not have anything to eat at all.
We waited and waited and waited some more. It took until about noon before we heard that it was very likely the other baby would be getting the liver. The nurse told us that he has been really sick for a long time and that he has missed out 2 or 3 times because he's been too sick for surgery. They still weren't absolutely sure that it was going to work out so we just had to keep waiting. About 330, they said he was going to receive the liver, but wanted us to stick around until they got his liver out and were ready to put the new one in. So we waited some more. About 6 pm, we got another update that they were running behind a bit and it could be a couple more hours. At about 7, we were just getting back from eating dinner, when our nurse caught us in the hall and told us that they were discharging us. At that point, I just broke down and cried. I'm still trying to figure out why. I don't know if it was relief, disappointment, discouragement, or just a release of all the anticipation. Maybe a combination of everything, I don't know.
So we got our stuff put together and finally got to make a bottle for Livi. She scarfed it down. And we were on our way home by 815. It was almost 1230 when we got home. What a crazy 24 hours it was! It was such a roller coaster of a day.
I'm so glad the tranplant worked out for the other baby. Sounds like he needed it much more than Livi does right now. I hope that all continued to go well after we left and that he will recover well and go on to live a full life. May God bless and watch out for him and his family and also the donor family. What a blessing!
Next time, hopefully we will be the recipient instead of a backup. But I guess we learned a few things with this dry run. There are some things that we can do to be better prepared when we get that call again.
So for now we are back to the waiting game.