Enterovirus D68: How Mother’s Intuition (and Medical Doctors) Saved My Son’s Life.

As parents gear up to send their kids back to school, I find it important to share this story. The absolute scariest time of my life (and there have been a lot of scary times).

I remember it like it was yesterday. Tuesday, September 2, 2014. My son, Caleb, was completely healthy. He was a very busy 3 year-old. We had gone to the park with his friend: they were laughing, climbing, and playing.


Caleb had only been to the doctor, aside from his routine check-ups, 1x and it was for eczema when he was 14 weeks old. He has always been very independent. At 12 weeks old, he started sleeping through the night. He didn’t like to sleep near us. He liked HIS room, HIS bed, and HE chose his bedtime of 7:00pm.

On Wednesday, September 3, 2014, Caleb started his first day of preschool. He was very excited! However, when he got home from school, at 2pm, he had a cough. I didn’t think much about it at first because he was still acting like himself. Then he just kept getting worse. By the time his dad got home, around 6:30pm he was ready for bed, so we put him in our bed to be near him, and he was okay with that. At first, we thought he might have bronchitis. We decided I would take him in first thing in the morning if he wasn’t feeling any better.



I kept a close eye on him. As I lay with him, I started googling his symptoms. I was reading through pages and pages of articles, and I came upon this small news article from Kansas City, on the 3rd page of results, talking about something called Enterovirus D68. I believed Caleb was showing similar symptoms: coughing a lot then later a wheezing sound started. Caleb has what is called Pectus Excavatum, and his chest normally dips really far in, but I was noticing his chest pull in deeper. At 11pm, I called ask a nurse through our insurance because I was starting to feel uneasy, and my mom gut was telling me this was serious. On the phone with the nurse, she had me count his breaths. She told me I should call the On Call Doctor at our Clinic, and if the doctor didn’t return our call within 4 hours to call her back. I DID NOT LIKE THIS ANSWER.

I called the On Call Doctor and left a message. I then decided to call Amplatz Children’s Hospital (now named University of Minnesota Masonic Children’s Hospital) because I believed I needed to go to the Emergency Room.  I wanted to make sure I wasn’t overreacting before I took him in. I told the nurse the Insurance Ask-a-Nurse had me count his breaths, he was at 61 breaths per minute. The nurse calmly told me, “ma’am, I don’t want you to freak out, but you need to hang up the phone and dial 911. Your child’s breaths are double the maximum they should be for a resting heart rate.”

My son was awake and I told him we were going to the hospital. He agreed to go but only if I allowed him to get dressed and not wear his pajamas. I decided to drive him since we were close to the hospital, and it was late so there would be no traffic. My husband called the hospital to tell them we were coming in. I pulled up and my son wanted to walk in, not be carried. At this point, I thought maybe he was having an asthma attack (my husband and his sister are both asthmatic). I thought we’d get a nebulizer and go home.


They brought us into a room and started getting all of his stats. They immediately hooked him up to a nebulizer. The nurses told me how good it was that I trusted my gut and didn’t listen to the Insurance Ask-a-Nurse. I was told he would’ve been dead if we had waited 4 hours. I mentioned how I read this article on Enterovirus D68 from Kansas City. They had no idea what I was talking about and I think brushed it off due to me being another mom playing Dr. WebMD. THEN…. At 3am… the nurses came in and told me, “WE ARE MOVING YOU TO THE ICU.” I was not prepared for this. I thought after his series of nebulizers we would go home. My husband was at home with our 1 year old daughter. I thought we’d be home before my husband would go to work in the morning. I left my husband a voicemail and texted him telling him we were being transferred to the pediatric intensive care unit.

I called my dad, a nurse who at the time worked overnights. He started asking me what all of Caleb’s numbers were. I remember him asking what the blood oxygen level was. The nurse told me 76 (I now know how to check all of these numbers). My dad told me if it got any lower to call him and he’d be on a plane. At that point, I didn’t know you want a blood oxygen level of 97-100% saturation, and anything below 90% is considered low. I texted my sisters and my in-laws; I called my mom, she had the stomach flu. My mother-in-law sent me a text, “I can be there in 8 hours, do you want me to come?” I took a deep breath, started to cry, and responded that we needed her there. She told my husband and me that she’d leave immediately. She had 500 mile drive ahead of her.  My sister, her sister-in-law, and my son’s godfather took shifts watching our daughter that day so my husband could be at the hospital with Caleb and me.



Doctors and nurses entered our room in the pediatric intensive care unit in hazmat suits. NO ONE knew what Caleb had, but he was very sick. He was hooked up to so many cords. I mentioned a few other times to the doctors about the Enterovirus D68. Again, they disregarded my Dr. Google status. Caleb’s blood work came back. Negative for everything, but he tested positive for rhinovirus, the common cold. THAT’S IT! My 3 year old was on 8L of oxygen due to the common cold.


For 36 hours, Caleb was on 8L of oxygen. As he started showing progress, they started to lower the oxygen. I posted on Facebook how Caleb had been sick. I started getting tons of private messages about Enterovirus D68 because it had hit mainstream news, the same thing I had been telling the doctors about the entire time, including the Pulmonologist who saw Caleb in the PICU. Caleb was eventually transferred to a regular hospital room and off of oxygen. Saturday, September 6, we were discharged from the hospital. I don’t think I’ve ever been so relieved in my life. When we left the hospital, Enterovirus D68 was the number 1 article on CNN. At least 4 children died of Enterovirus D68, more than Ebola… the disease most of the country was freaking out about.  On September 9, 2014, I had a message from Caleb’s pediatrician (she had also personally called me while we were in the PICU). In the message she quoted the pulmonologist saying, “I don’t think we are currently checking for Enterovirus D68, but I wonder if we might start.”



2 months after Caleb was in the hospital, I was at the doctor with my daughter for pink eye. Their pediatrician told me the doctors had decided to recheck Caleb’s blood work and it was INDEED Enterovirus D68. Apparently Rhinovirus and Enterovirus D68 looked similar under the microscope. Caleb was apparently one of the first cases (if not the first case) of Enterovirus D68 in Minnesota, and that is why no one knew what it was. Since Caleb was so sick at the hospital, they diagnosed him with asthma. We proceeded to meet with the pulmonologist, we saw in the PICU, for over a year. We also had him see an asthma/allergy specialist. His allergy panel came back with him having MANY environmental allergies. It was determined by his allergist/pulmonologist/pediatrician he had experienced the perfect trifecta… Ragweed season + asthma + Enterovirus D68 = PICU.

My son is now in 2nd grade. He has allergy and viral induced cough variant asthma. He takes daily allergy medication. We carry a rescue inhaler and spacer with us. We have a nebulizer and prescribed meds to help keep him out of the hospital. So far, he hasn’t had another hospital stay and we hope to keep it that way.


I will leave you with this: MOM GUT IS REAL. Trust your instincts!

8 Words to Describe My Forthcoming Birthday

There are 365 days; 8,760 hours; 525,600 minutes; 3,153,600 seconds in a year. As I look back on my last trip around the sun, I can’t help but think of how many emotionally challenging things have happened. I will turn 33 this weekend. I always look forward to my birthday for a few reasons; 1) the alternative is death 2) each year I see personal growth within myself.

My 32nd year was hard. It started out by realizing my maternal grandfather had kept a VERY big secret. Ancestry DNA exposed his secret; an affair which resulted in a daughter. My grandfather passed away over a decade ago, so we have had to piece everything together…. Bit by bit…story by story. Luckily, I ended up with a super rad new aunt [and two 1st cousins], and my kids think it’s completely normal to get LOTS of new relatives later in life BECAUSE it turns out… I ended up getting ANOTHER 1st cousin in October, this one an adult (and from another member of my family). I swear, now that I’ve done Ancestry DNA, I’m a little nervous every time I get an email that says I have a new match. So far, I’ve matched both my mom and dad…. and I didn’t match my husband. All a win! My older sister just sent her Ancestry DNA test in the mail …. I guess we’ll see if she really is related to me.

After the discovery of my new aunt, I became the family historian and dug up all the missing ancestors who were hiding under Plymouth Rock. (Actually it turns out one of my ancestors traveled on the Concord Ship, often referred to as the German Mayflower, and settled Germantown, PA.) My new relatives included a Germantown founder, a well-known abolitionist, and Teddy Roosevelt, to name a few. Imagine how many Ancestry hints you get once Teddy Roosevelt is in your family tree!!!

In addition to the significant additions to my family tree, I had 3 surgeries this year, all postpartum related surgeries (my youngest is almost 5); I wasn’t able to address many of the health issues earlier because I spent a few years recovering from a car accident (more on this in a later post). 2 of these surgeries were removing MANY painful varicose veins from my legs. My vascular surgeon actually referred to them as impressive. So I spent a better part of my 32 year in compression socks. If you are curious, veins outside of the body sort of look like unfried calamari, and my recovery took a lot longer than I truly expected. Aside from a lot of incision marks, I do not feel the pain in my legs that was becoming unbearable when I ran.

Furthermore, my allergies have gotten significantly worse since having kids, so this year I began allergy shots. Unfortunately, the allergy shots were causing me the inability to breathe. I ultimately was diagnosed with asthma; apparently, decades of breathing problems weren’t just me being out of shape. Moreover, I was  instructed to cut gluten and dairy from my diet; I struggled for over 15 years with abdominal pain, and eliminating these two things out has made a significant difference with my IBS. Speak up! It’s your body and your life.

I was fortunate to have the ability to volunteer in both of my kids’ classrooms, weekly, this year. My oldest finished 1st grade and my youngest graduated from preschool. I was asked to join a board at my church. My volunteer experiences have given me a different perspective in the classroom and at my church. I, also, took time for me and traveled. My family and I spent a week in northern MN, just the four of us. We used airline miles and went to Phoenix for Christmas, where my younger sister lives. My older sister and I went to lunch in Baltimore, and enjoyed time just the two of us (which is a rarity). And I drove many times, in 45 below weather, to and from North Dakota to spend the last weeks of life with my father-in-law.

In January, my father-in-law passed away. He was one of the kindest, most optimistic, hardest working people I have ever met. The loss that our family has felt has been significant. Nothing can prepare you for the death of someone you love, whether it is expected or unexpected. Adjusting to our loss was hard, and all the stages of grief were present. I’m so thankful my kids had the years they did with their grandfather, but one of the hardest conversations I ever had to have was when my youngest, who is four, asked me, “Mama, what if I can’t remember Poppa?”  

After his dad passed, my husband got busy building many storage shelves in our basement. Woodworking is very therapeutic. He has a ton of saws, most were either his dad’s or given to him by his dad. Then, this spring, we decided it was time to redo our backyard. We had a quote for $20k and we decided to forgo that route and utilize the many saws my husband has. It was a big job, but our marriage survived. My husband and I celebrated our 10th year together, in different states; we also celebrated our 8th year of being married, camping with the kids since our son requested to do so for his birthday (it coincides with our anniversary).

All in all, this year was challenging, yet rewarding. I am very much looking forward to what 33 has in store for me. I’ll leave you with the words I’ve cogitated to describe how I truly feel about my forthcoming birthday.

Happy B.I.R.T.H.D.A.Y to me.


Believe in yourself! Too often we are caught up in what we think we cannot do or are afraid of what others may think. Oftentimes, people get in their own way. Think positively. Set goals for yourself. There may be setbacks, but look at it as a hurdle, not a roadblock.


Intuition is real. Listen to your inner voice. You may not ever know why you KNOW something, but go with it.


Reflect on your experiences. Be grateful. Learn from your mistakes.


Travel as much as you can. Traveling gives you experiences. Experiences help you grow as a person.


Healing takes time. Give yourself a lot of time when grieving. Everyone is different and everyone acts different when someone they love dies.


Dare to try new things. Whether it be a new food, a new adventure, a new job. Take risks. Stepping out of your comfort zone can be hard, but it can also be one of the most rewarding things.


Adapt to new situations. Life isn’t always what happens to you, but in how you respond to what happens.


Yes…. SAY YES! Saying yes will get you a lot more out of life than saying no.


“Life is like a camera. Just focus on what’s important. Capture the good times. Develop from the negatives and if things don’t work out… just take another shot.” -unknown