Heart Surgery 2 Years Later

Take a look at this kid. Would you ever know that he had heart surgery at just under 3 months old?


   

I can't believe that it's been 2 whole years. I still can't believe we all survived the anticipation of preop.

I cried with my friend Julie the other day when she wondered how she'd tell her oldest son that the baby in her belly hadn't survived, if that's what happened (God forbid). I cried because I was sad for her & because I remembered that feeling. I used to wonder how I'd tell Meredith if Sean didn't survive his surgery. I wondered how she'd react to seeing him sedated with tubes & wires. I didn't have any answers for Julie. I feel bad that I couldn't offer up any wisdom. I had never come up with an answer myself. Thank goodness I didn't have to.

It's hard. It's hard to relive too, but it humbles me. I relive the same fear and anticipation that I had when I handed him over. I feel the guilt & angst I felt at feeling as if I had done something wrong to cause his heart issue.

Then I look at him. I watch him playing. I see him goto school. And I see how his CICU nurse likes his videos & pictures on Facebook. And I'm humbled once more. Without modern medicine. Without nurses like Eunice. Without surgeons like Dr. Bacha. Without a whole village of people keeping Rob and me calm and reminding us that we had chosen the best to care for our son..... We would not have made it through with any bit of sanity. We would not have survived and certainly would've fallen into an exhausted mess of parent.

Being silly. Thank goodness chicks dig scars right?

My walking fool at the pizzeria