Unexpected, he was the youngest of 8, yes 8, his, hers, and ours. I worked right up until the day he was born.
We were mowing, cleaning the yard, I had been at a garage sale but I knew I didn't feel "right". It wasn't my first rodeo. Our little boy didn't come as fast as I had anticipated but it wasn't bad. Born during the night, much to my dismay most all of kids were in the waiting room. (Not my idea!) They were excited for a new little boy! Tired but thrilled at our new arrival we showed him off to both sets of grandparents and a list of visitors. It all came to a halt pretty fast...I don't remember what was said. I don't remember what I was doing. I don't know anything other than I cried when we were told. Our son was born with a significant heart murmur. A congenital heart defect. My heart ached. He was my fifth child, I was crushed. That meant all 5 of my kids had "something". The hospital didn't wait, they released us immediately the following day and sent us on to a larger hospital. We drove. I was a ball of nerves, why would they make us drive? I guess he wasn't in immediate danger, he was doing fine. Their suspicions confirmed, Timmy was born with 3 holes, 1 quite large. We scheduled an appointment with a pediatric heart doctor that would come to Kearney, from Omaha, NE, making it much easier for us and trying to manage our crazy schedules and a bunch of kids. His specialist was certain he would have had heart ️surgery. There was no doubt that he would be required regular check ups & we were asked to keep him at home for 6 months to a year if possible. Not something we could do with 7 older siblings. We picked up. We continued. We were careful about who held him. We went to ballgames, football, basketball, on and on. He was sick a lot with upper respiratory so he required breathing treatments. I worried. He went to daycare. He thrived, and we continued our regular visits to the specialist. And, we went on. And, then... "Wow, you're not going to believe this, the holes in his heart have closed on their own." He mentioned "if you had told me when I first started seeing Tim, I wouldn't have believed it." We were all sure we were facing a long road, it didn't happen. It all disappeared overnight. We're not sure why. We're not going to question it. The power of prayer? A higher power? We think so. I had our primary doctor check a year ago just for shits and giggles while I was in with my daughter. He said, "He's strong & healthy. No signs of anything, no noise". Thank God! He's 9 now, he's active, and outgrown the daily breathing treatments, and he still has my heart. Everyone's heart.
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July 2018
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