Still a little traumatized, but so thankful (Warning-post op pics)
At this time 12 years ago, I was going through some of the hardest times in my life. In January 1999, my third son was born. He was born with a congenital heart defect. He had his first heart surgery at only 10 days old after going into a full blown cardiac arrest.
I spent the next several months living my life with ups and downs like I had never experienced before. My son was always sick. Always in the ER. Always fighting something. I never knew from day to day if I would find him alive.
On April 26, 2000, I realized there was something very wrong with my son. Something they told me that the first heart surgery would prevent. Something that wasn't supposed to be possible. I took him to the ER and he went in to urgent heart surgery the very next morning. He was 15 months old.
This is what he looked like after the surgery:
He was born just a wee little guy despite being full term due to umbilical cord defects. He looked like a little fuzzy mouse.
We took him home for the first time at 3 weeks old. He had been through one surgery. He had drastically lost weight since birth. He was a scrawny little guy. We nicknamed him "frogbutt". We meant it in the most endearing way of course.
Despite all of his issues, he grew into a beautiful, happy baby.
In this pic, you can see the scar from the first surgery under his right armpit and the scar down the center of his chest from his open heart at 15 months.
To this day, I cannot speak about everything we went through without crying. It was so hard and traumatic. Everything that could have possibly went wrong, did. We felt like we were fighting a losing battle at times. But, he stayed strong.
Now, I feel like my son has been shaped by his experiences. He has a wonderful personality. He is funny, kind and so easy going. He is my easiest kid by far. He is such a sweetheart.
He is the one on the left in this video. He is 13 now. I feel so thankful to have him in my life. He has taught me more than I could ever teach him. Love you, PJ. :)