Heart Baby

Maybe there are some of you out there who don't know that we found out in July that our littlest boy is going to be okay for now, that we can hold off on another pulmonary valve replacement surgery for perhaps up to five more years. I can't tell you how that makes me feel. It's been three and a half years since we were told that the baby I'd been carrying for 20 weeks had a rare, complex heart defect. It's so rare that Primary Children's Medical Center, which services seven states, only sees one of these kids a year. There is so much I could tell you about those moments and weeks and months, prenatally and since he was born, that we've felt sorrow, dread, fear, and a loss of hope. Sometimes, through the surgeries, hospital stays, intubations, medications, and breathing treatments, I didn't think I could take it. But, we have managed somehow and Cameron is two years old, loves learning and discovering, and looks and acts (well, except for the chronic yappy-dog cough and his long, bumpy scar) completely normal. We are so blessed to have him. We are so blessed to have Sam and Vanessa. And, we are so blessed that we have hope for the future!