This is a week full of hearts. Heart candy, heart decorations,
heart cards, and stuffed animals with hearts on them. So it's only fitting
that this would be congenital heart defect awareness week. For every
heart I see I think of all the little kiddos with broken hearts, some
repaired, some unrepairable, all bearing the scars of being 1 in 110
babies born with a congenital heart defect, making it the number one birth defect in the world. Some of those families get a diagnosis prior to birth,
prepped for the worst case scenario that could happen once their
children arrive. Some, like me, have their visions of a perfectly
healthy baby crushed soon after birth, their world turned upside down by
their children's diagnosis. Some of these babies won't need surgery,
most will, and some won't live to see their first birthday, let alone
grow up to have full, healthy lives. The scope of all that CHD covers is
vast from simple murmurs that one can live with, to multiple surgeries,
or life ending scenarios. Every child born with CHD will need life long
medical follow up and care. All will have their story forever changed
by their diagnosis. Most will have a visible scar that represents all
that they went through. Scars there for all to see that they are survivors.
October 2010
The parents of children born with CHD don't have any visible scars,
but they are also survivors. Their hearts were also broken. They have spent
hours begging and pleading with God to please let them change places
with their tiny baby who they have to hand over to a stranger, who will
take them to have their heart stopped. They have cried tears that only
other parents who have seen their child face death can fully understand. Their story has been changed and they
get the profound honor of having given birth to their heros. They never take a
second of their child's life for granted because they know full well that every time their child's heart beats it is a miracle.
I get to count myself among this blessed group of parents whose
child has not only survived a CHD diagnosis, but is thriving. The more I immerse
myself in the CHD community the more I truly realize how unbelievable
Zane's story is. Every single step of the way, from birth, to today has
gone absolutely as perfectly as possible. That is rarely the case. No complications, no
bumps in the road, just the one, completely successful surgery is beyond
amazing. Over the past month I have read story after story of TOF babies
who required multiple surgeries, multiple trips to the cath lab, and weeks/months in the hospital. All things that could have happened to our sweet heart warrior, but by the grace of God our battle was much shorter.
So during this week of hearts I celebrated the life of my heart warrior, one of close to two million CHD survivors in the United States. I wore red, I ran a 5K for Mended Little Hearts with the proceeds going to bravery bags for families in the hospital. I tweeted facts & figures about CHD, and Zane rocked his scar. I received emails from strangers who had seen that I had TOF baby and wanted to ask if I needed help, wanted to talk, or just needed to vent. I became part of large community all fighting for CHD awareness and praying for better treatments for those who are still fighting their CHD battles. The scars of my journey were on the forefront of my mind, I prayed for those who are walking now, and I counted my blessings that our story is so miraculous. I looked back at previous blog posts about Zane's surgery and was in ahh at how far we have come and how much we have over come. This week I celebrated every miraculous birthday, all the tears, every doctor's appointment, every difficult conversation, everything that we've been through and tried to raise awareness for all the other heart warriors out there as well.
Going home with a little banana just in time for Halloween on the morning of day five.
I have also read lots of tributes to heart angels, children born with a CHD that didn't make it and have earned their wings. Congenital Heart Defects are the leading cause of infant death around the world. Thousands of families each year face the unfathomable reality of loosing a child. CHD kills more children each year than all childhood cancers combined. Little is known about the causes, sometimes there is a genetic factor and sometimes you just happen to be the unlucky one in a hundred births.
So during this week of hearts I celebrated the life of my heart warrior, one of close to two million CHD survivors in the United States. I wore red, I ran a 5K for Mended Little Hearts with the proceeds going to bravery bags for families in the hospital. I tweeted facts & figures about CHD, and Zane rocked his scar. I received emails from strangers who had seen that I had TOF baby and wanted to ask if I needed help, wanted to talk, or just needed to vent. I became part of large community all fighting for CHD awareness and praying for better treatments for those who are still fighting their CHD battles. The scars of my journey were on the forefront of my mind, I prayed for those who are walking now, and I counted my blessings that our story is so miraculous. I looked back at previous blog posts about Zane's surgery and was in ahh at how far we have come and how much we have over come. This week I celebrated every miraculous birthday, all the tears, every doctor's appointment, every difficult conversation, everything that we've been through and tried to raise awareness for all the other heart warriors out there as well.
Happy CHD Awarness Day from my heart warrior!!
First birthday, rocking his scar proudly. This apparently would become a very fitting tradition.
Second birthday
Third birthday
Beautiful. I know you will be able to help comfort and educate many other mothers with a little heart warrior because of your having walked this path. I mean, walking, I understand it is a forever journey. What a blessing this blue eyed boy is.
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