Evening crept up on us quickly and before we knew it daddy was home and it was five thirty. We were supposed to be there early to get our shirts and get situated for the first game. The drive across Edmond took forever and the nerves were mounting. We got there just in time to get his t-shirt, which had his last name spelled wrong on the back (Korenaki) on and then it was time to take the field. I could see fear in his eyes as he stayed close to Zach, but quickly mounted his courage and was second up to bat. Rowan was devastated and confused as to why he couldn't be with his brother and dad. And thus began the saga of the second child.
So pathetic, "bobo...dada...bobo??"
No he didn't really catch this ball, but he came close, and made some great plays! Yes he did rock his Ninja Turtle sunglasses the whole time!!
After the game Zane was met hugs from his huge cheering section. Thanks to Richards clan for coming out to the ball field early to cheer on our little man, Zane loved that you were all there. Of course Grandma was there for all of the fun as well, quite the family affair! Zane was particularly over the moon to see his best friend Uncle Able who had brought him his very own fez from Istanbul. Rowan had worn his fez the entire game, beyond adorable, many thanks Blakley's for their new favorite accessories. The cheering squad then moved down a few fields and watched Brendan take the field for the Blue Falcons, also second up to bat. The Blakley grandkids are all stars for sure.
The best part of the story didn't happen until today. I went to work, on a Tuesday, which I never do, but have a class on Thursday so had to switch it up. I get there and am greeted with "Oh Audra, there is a heart kid on the floor. We gave him to you because we know you have a heart kid, it'll be great." My heart sinks. I do have my very own heart kid, hence I don't want to take care of them at work. But, I know it is always comforting to the parents and it's really fine. So the day goes on and it is becoming more and more apparent that this was a God thing and this mother needed to vent and I was just the heart mom to hear it. I did not really have the time for this, but I made it work. At one point I was talking to the doctor (not a cardiologist), both of use were frustrated, and I said something like "I mean I get it, I have a TET baby." To which the doctor asked the normal question, "how old his your TET baby." And I got to say the words that so many heart mom's don't get to say, "My TET baby is four. He is doing amazing and played his first t-ball game last night." And then I found myself tearing up.
Not once yesterday did the thought of Zane having TET come up. Well except when he met a lady at the allergy clinic who had a stripe and showed her his, but that's an everyday thing. But not once did I think, "Oh my gosh, look how far we have come. He is healthy enough to play t-ball", something that wasn't always a guarantee. When I said it to the doctor, in that moment the weight of it hit me and I cried because we really have come so far, but I also cried for the amazing blessing of having such a fun event/day not be clouded with thoughts of his heart condition. It never crossed my mind and I know for sooo sooo many people, the thought of their kids playing tball is just a dream. And if they get there they will have to be worried about them the whole time. But by the grace of God go I and my little heart warrior, number 16 for the Little Rascals!!!
Obviously always an STL boy at heart!