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Raise a Glass to St. Padre Pio

My son had a paralyzed vocal cord. As an infant, he was unable to swallow milk without aspirating. St. Padre Pio reached out to us in our time of need, and this is our miracle story.

St. Padre Pio (1887-1968)

I first heard about Padre Pio from my Uncle Pat. I loved to hear stories from my Uncle; and he told me when I was about 10, about an Italian Priest and the stigmata. The stigmata is a supernatural phenomenon where a holy person becomes so united with Christ the wounds (and pain) of his crucifixion miraculously manifest on their body. St. Pius of Pietreclena (formal English) or Padre Pio (familiarly) bore the bleeding wounds of Christ for 50 years, from 1918 until his death in 1968.

I was so fascinated with the stigmata that in college I did a presentation about it for my religion class. We could choose any topic relating to any religion and I chose the stigmata. I learned about St. Francis of Assisi being the first recognized stigmatist, and that he wasn’t actually a priest, but a brother. It has been near 20 years ago, but I still remember tidbits! Incredible stories of nuns willing to suffer for the salvation of souls. And the first priest to receive the stigmata Padre Pio. I got an A, so it must have been good, ha ha.

There are so many incredible stories about Padre Pio. A Capuchin Friar, he spent most of his days in the confessional and saying the Rosary. He survived on less than 400 calories a day. While living he had many miracles attributed to him and he foretold that there would be many more after his death. When asked what he would like to be known for, he answered his devotion to the Rosary. He could bilocate, so while his body never physically left his dwelling at the San Giovani Rotunda he appeared to many people with messages. The most amazing ones are those during the war. On several occasions he appeared to aircraft personnel, so that they would not intentionally or accidentally bomb the hospital he founded to alleviate suffering. 

The leadership of the Catholic Church was suspicious of everything. They were convinced it was a hoax and Padre Pio a fraud. He was prohibited from saying Mass for many years, which greatly pained the pious priest. Eventually he was exonerated. I always believed with child-like faith all the stories my uncle told me. I always believed in miracles. Someday, I will tell my nieces and nephews about Padre Pio too. I will not just tell the stories of others, but our story.

PART 1: In 2018, my 3-year-old son Ian needed a fourth open-heart surgery. He has Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome (HLHS) and the surgery was expected. We travelled from Idaho to Southern California. The surgery was to connect his inferior vena cava to his pulmonary arteries via a Gortex tube, and to remove a stent and patch an area in his left pulmonary artery. It was to be a fairly major procedure taking 4-6 hours.  Ian got out of surgery, and they informed us that once they opened him up his aortic arch (the aorta being the major blood vessel off the heart) was too big.  So, in addition to the planned “renovations” the surgeons also reconstructed his aorta with human graft tissue. An aortic arch reconstruction is a procedure he had done several years before, and it is a major and complex in itself. Of course the heart has to be stopped to operate on it and the bypass machine will beat and breathe for him. My friend whose son also has HLHS texted me and tried to prepare me for the worst when she heard the news. The recovery would be really rough, and he may even comeback open chested. Delayed sternal closure is common in babies as the swelling of the heart is delayed so the surgical team intentionally waits a few days until the swelling goes down before they completely close up the chest wound. Ian had to have that twice before and it is traumatizing as a parent to witness, and a very vulnerable and uncomfortable situation for the patient. Her efforts to prepare me for the worst set me on edge. He was out of surgery, but we had an hour before he’d be settled into his ICU room and we’d be allowed to see him. It was afternoon and we’d checked in at 6am. So, I decided I needed some air and a short walk.

I was on an emotional precipice; we were trusting God- all was supposed to be well! On the verge of freaking out, I walked out of the hospital and see a round woman wearing a blue shirt with a huge picture of Padre Pio’s face and the words, “Pray, Hope, and Don’t Worry.” I recognized St. Padre Pio immediately and things went back into perspective. We were praying, we had many prayer warriors praying. We were combating all fear and despair with a fierce hope drawn out by our faith and a ferocious love for our son. And despite the many worries and what ifs, we gave them all to God. Give God your trust and he will give you his peace. We immediately added Padre Pio to our team of intercessors. The next day, my friend Karen told me she couldn’t sleep, so she just kept asking every saint she could think of to pray for Ian and for some reason she kept coming back to Padre Pio. Coincidence?

Pray, Hope, and Don’t Worry.

St Padre pio

Ian had a rough night that night. They didn’t want to extubate him since he’d been through so much, but he hated that tube down his throat and kept gagging on it. You can’t breathe around the tube you have to breathe through it. You also can’t talk. He kept gagging on the tube. He ended up gagging and vomiting and choking on his own vomit as it clogged the tube. I had to scream for help, since that room didn’t have an emergency button and luckily the nurse and RT (Respiratory Therapist) came quickly! Scary and then quite frustrating that the resident did not want to extubate him (only residents at night). My poor 3-year-old boy. Finally, around midnight he was able to lose the tube. I think it was the RT that advocated and made the resident doctor realize how lucky we got that I was right there and that they were right there to resolve the problem so quickly. Thank heaven! The recovery was miserable. Ian had to have these big chest drainage tubes, and was puking off and on for 5 days (if he ate anything, mostly on). He was in pain, depressed, no appetite and weak. It was hard to watch our typically happy boy with no smiles, no drive. After days of relentless prayers by many, Ian finally turned a corner! See The Cheetos that Pierced my Heart. At the same time our daughters back home  went to VBS (Vacation Bible School) and Padre Pio was the saint of the day! I think there were hundreds of children praying for Ian that week! Padre Pio reached out to us in our time of need, and we were so grateful. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

PART 2:  Ian’s first open heart surgery at 1 week old left him with a paralyzed left vocal cord. The nerve to the left vocal cord wraps around the aorta and when they did the first surgery (which included aortic reconstruction) this was damaged permanently. Its impact on the sound of his voice was pronounced. He had this little kitten cry. It was so quiet that on the baby monitor I would hear him sucking in air if he was crying hard, but no cry! The silver lining was that we didn’t need to use the cry room at church, which made me happy to be able to avoid the germs : ) Vocal cords play a vital role in protecting the airway drinking and eating. They prevent food and drink from going into the lungs or choking/aspiration. A baby’s liquid diet was a problem.  Once it was discovered that Ian’s vocal cord was paralyzed, he was immediately not allowed to eat by mouth. He had to be fed with an NG tube at first (through the nose to the stomach) which I learned to replace in case he pulled it out, which he did the first day home! Then he eventually got a g-tube/button. Once he was healthy enough for a swallow study he passed on honey thick liquids. So, we would feed him milk thickened with rice cereal to the consistency of honey and then what he didn’t have energy to drink we put in his tube. As he got older, he could eat solids just fine, it was the thin liquids that were the problem, water, milk, juice. I would joke, we had a baby with a drinking problem!

We dreamed of the day that he would be through all his heart surgeries and stable enough to have vocal cord surgery. We hoped that we’d be able to have it done before he went to school. That he’d be able to drink out of a water fountain like the other kids and not need constant thickener. Funny sidenote: Ian stayed in the nursery at church one time and while the other kids have their allergies, gluten, eggs, strawberries, his restriction was water! Do not give him water- it could kill him! His normal blood oxygen was about 80, so anything that could compromise his lungs has a potential to be lethal.

So, Padre Pio saw us through Ian’s fourth heart surgery and now it was time to revisit the pediatric ENT (ear, nose, and throat doctor) and finally see about that vocal cord surgery! First, we needed to do another swallow study and see if he could pass on liquids thinner than honey! We figured he could at least do nectar if not half nectar.  The doctor was not optimistic. He was surprised his voice was as strong as it was given the paralysis and lack of compensation from the right cord. He also seemed surprised that he’d never gotten aspiration pneumonia. He said he didn’t think he was a very good candidate for the surgery. He said they can do a temporary surgery with botox to see if it helps, but in cases like his, where he silently aspirates (meaning the liquid goes into his lungs and he doesn’t cough like a normal person would), the chances of success were iffy. I was crushed. I asked about alternatives: none. We would just have to keep thickening everything he drank indefinitely. For over 3 ½  years, every milk he drank was mixed with yogurt/rice, water was mixed with applesauce or thickener.  The prospect of continuing that forever…ugh. I scheduled the swallow study for the next available. It was obvious in that moment: we needed a miracle. Our alternative lay in heaven. I called my friend Karen and told her that we needed a miracle and that Padre Pio was the man for the job!

It just so happened that for the 50th anniversary of Padre Pio’s death, St. John’s Cathedral in Boise was having an exposition of some of his relics. A first-class relic is a physical part of a saint’s body. It could be hair, bone, blood, etc. A second-class relic is something that the saint touched, for example wood from the cross of Christ, or a piece of Mary’s veil.  In this case they had blood and one of his habits. It was a hectic morning getting three kids ready, one off to school, and two littles with me to trek downtown before the exposition ended! I made it in time, whew, but there was barely a moment. I contained the kids best I could, got my time up close and personal, and said my heart felt prayer. St. Padre Pio, heal Ian’s vocal cord (through Jesus’ healing power).  

The swallow study finally rolls around. I’m oblivious to the fact that Padre Pio’s feast day (anniversary of his death) is on Sunday and his swallow study was the very next day on Monday! What are the chances? Thickening to honey consistency is not necessary or practical, we need him to at least pass nectar, we would be elated if he could pass half nectar. The OT (Occupational Therapist) administers the test, I’m pregnant, so I am in a different room away from the radiation. I can see on the linked computer monitor the screen, I can tell he is doing well, but I don’t know what it is she is giving him. I assume she is starting thick and going thinner. She comes in to update me. OT: “He’s doing GREAT!” Me: “Oh good, was that nectar?” OT: No THIN. My jaw drops. She tested him 12 times and 12 out of 12 he passed! No silent aspiration, no deep penetrations. He passed with a spoon, a straw, a sippy. MIRACULOUS! PRAISE GOD! That should not have been possible, but with God ANYTHING is possible!

At home, we slowly transition to thinner and thinner consistency until he drinks straight up milk, juice, water, etc.   He proudly drinks Capri Suns and juice boxes, just like the other kids! He started Kindergarten being able to drink out of the water fountain like we dreamed! However, due to the coronavirus everyone has their own water bottle : )

Happy Feast Day, St. Padre Pio! Pray for us, especially Ian, my little miracle with half a heart.

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  1. Karen Simkins

    September 23, 2021

    Statue of Padre Pio was blessed at St. Mark’s today by both Father Paul and Father Adrian … the statue was formerly in the parish office, was put in Father Paul’s office to ‘welcome him on his first day at the parish’ …. he said his trepidation in this step to his new position … was gone as Padre Pio was his “welcome” as he walked into his new office! Later this week, Padre Pio will be moved to his own “prayer niche” at St. Mark’s … I think Ian should be among the first to visit him 🙂

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