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Jacob's Infantile Spasms
A hopeful story
This is a story about our son, Jacob,
who was diagnosed with Infantile Spasms when he was six months
old. It is a story with a good ending-and I am creating this
page so that parents can see that, despite the horrible odds,
happy endings do sometimes happen for families dealing with this
terrible condition.
Today, Jacob is almost two. He is a completely normal child.
He will be attending pre-school in the Fall. He runs and laughs
and plays and builds blocks and shouts the name of everything
he sees. When he is around other children his age, he is on a
par with them developmentally. The pediatric neurologist has
told us, without a doubt, that the horror show of I.S. is over
for our child. Jacob has not been damaged, and from here on in
he is at no greater risk for any kind of neurological problem
than any other child.
We first noticed Jacob's spasms when he was alittle over five
months old. Our pediatrician, who was affiliated with one of
the best hospitals in New York City, kept poo-pooing my concern,
not really listening to me, and finally I overrode her (after
only a couple of weeks) and insisted that she refer us to a pediatric
neurologist. Jacob was having spasms in which his arms and legs
stiffened, and his eyes rolled back in his head. They were lasting
for thirty or forty seconds, and happening a half-dozen times
a day or more. When the pediatric neurologist examined Jacob,
he wasn't initially worried, but then Jacob had an episode right
there on the examining table, and everything changed. An EEG
was ordered for that afternoon, and the diagnosis of I.S. was
made. It was something we had never heard of before. Jacob was
put on Vigabatrin that very night. The doctor sent us to a family
across town who had a child on Vigabitrin, and they lent us several
sachets of medication until we were able to have the drug FedExed
to us from a pharmacy in Canada.
Within a day of being on the Vigabatrin-one sachet divided
into four doses, given at equal intervals throughout the day-Jacob
was already responding. The seizures lessened until they were
almost undetectable. But one additional dose was required, so
that we were medicating him five times a day, before he was finally
and completely seizure free. It took about a week to find the
exact right dosage. In the meantime, he had an MRI, and a complete
blood work-up, all of which showed no underlying problem. So
the diagnosis, for Jacob, was ultimately of Cryptogenic Infantile
Spasms. A root cause was never determined. We do not know why
he got sick-and we do not know why he got better. He was on the
medication for eight months, and then after a normal EEG, was
weaned slowly off the Vigabatrin. He has now been off the medicine
for eight months.
His development was a bit slowed down by the Vigabatrin, which
does have some sedating effects. He walked at fifteen months,
which was at the slow end of the normal range. But the gap has
pretty much closed now between Jacob and other toddlers. You
would never know, looking at him, that anything was ever direly
wrong with this beautiful, curious, intelligent and active toddler.
The night that Jacob was diagnosed, I went online and typed
"Infantile Spasms" into a search engine. What came
up was just terrifying and awful. It was a disease that was very
hard to understand or make sense of, and it seemed that there
wasn't a single story, in any of the anguished stories written
by parents of babies with I.S., that turned out just fine. So
we are creating this page in the hopes that parents who are blindly
searching for the possibility of a happy ending will stumble
across this page and see that-although exceedingly rare and lucky-it
is possible to have the words "Infantile Spasms" leveled
at your child and go through that long dark tunnel and have things
turn out well in the end. There were many factors, most of them
out of our control, that contributed to Jacob's recovery. Early
diagnosis was essential. Without it, he would not be the boy
he is today. And every day I am grateful for Vigabatrin, which
was a miracle drug for us. We were lucky to have been living
in New York City, and to have received care from a pediatric
neurologist who had experience with I.S., and had even had a
prior I.S. patient who was now a healthy and thriving seven-year-old
boy. The neurologist gave me hope from day one, that Jacob would
be a "save". It was hard to believe him, in the face
of all the grim statistics. But it turned out to be true.
We will never be the same, having gone through such a profoundly
close call with our beloved child. But we are immensely thankful,
and I hope that these words give some bleary-eyed parent out
there, surfing the Internet looking for answers in the middle
of the night, a little bit of hope.
Please feel free to email me or my husband if you have any
questions about I.S. that we might be able to help with. The
email address is: djs17@columbia.edu.
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