Friday, October 10, 2008

Happy Heart Day

It was Tuesday, October 10, 2006. Our arrival back at the hospital that we had been staying at the last couple weeks was bitter sweet.

My stomach was in knots and my head was spinning as we rushed down the never ending skywalk to the elevators that would take us up to the PICU.

I tried to control my trembling hand as I pushed the buzzer to announce our son was in room five, hoping that he had a more restful night than I did.

The automatic doors opened as I prayed that the ventilater was able to keep his fevers at bay and his heartrate below 200.

Turning the corner to his room, my legs were weak and I was sure I would collapse at any moment.

"Be strong, he needs you." I thought to myself looking through the glass doors at my miraculous baby boy who had just turned three months old the day before. He was so tiny, yet so brave. He was so fragile, yet so strong.

I hesitantly looked up at the monitor to read the numbers that had fluctuated so dramatically over the last couple of days. Numbers that most people wouldn't know what to make of. However, I knew all too well what they meant.

I was in a daze as I put on the yellow gown, white mask, latex gloves, and blue hat. Anxiously I slid the glass doors open and bent down close to his crib so he could see me, "Mommy's here baby, it's going to be okay now, mommy's here".

I was going through the motions. The same motions I had been going through for the past couple weeks since finding out my baby was in severe heart failure and would need the AVSD repair done sooner than originally expected to save his life. A surgery that had been postponed twice already due to extremely high fevers that no one could explain.

Not a day goes by that I don't think about all the children, families, doctors and nurses at Children's Hospital of Wisconsin as I know all too well the miracles that are performed there daily. I can't express enough gratitude to Dr. Tweddle and the entire surgery team who saved my baby's life two years ago today. God Bless You All!


Doreen said...

you always seem to amazing me w/ your strength - although something I hope I never have to go through, but should I, I hope that I can be as strong as you have been - I am proud of you and proud to call you my friend.

You asked to be blessed with a child - now that child and his brother are the ones blessed to have such a wonderful mother, as you - you should be proud of yourself, but know you don't see it that way.

have a wonderful day, weekend!
love ya, Doreen

Mommy to those Special Ks said...

Happy Heart Day!

Candi said...

Terri, I don't think anyone will ever forget those days before and after Cameron's surgery. He was a real trooper, as were his mom and dad! I remember the amazing strength you and Dave had. I have no doubt that God was beside you to help you through it.
Love to you, Dave, Cameron and Mitchell!

Angela said...

Wow, well written! My Benjamin just had his surgery 12 days ago, but he was not in heart failure up until that point. So while it was needed, only the cardiologists could see why. I can't imagine how hard it would be if your child was visibly suffering beforehand. I had to laugh at the "numbers that most people wouldn't know what they mean" part. It's so true. I'm so glad it's behind us and that he is no longer hooked up to wires! Wasn't that awful?? The sensors were always beeping and it was so hard to hold him (and nurse him) b/c of all those wires! UGH!

SunflowerMom said...

A belated Happy Heart Day to you!

I followed you here from my bog, glad to "meet" you.