We had a very long and emotional week...We learned that we needed to be referred to a neo-natal cardiologist, as our little boy was showing signs that his
tricuspid value in his heart was not working correctly. We were being referred to a specialist for "Ebstein's Anomaly of the Tricuspid Value."
I was somewhat calm at first but after rushing home and checking out what I could find on the Internet..it didn't look so good. Shortly after I was reading about how many babies needed several surgeries to survive (if he did make it), my heart started to hurt....I'm not talking a "heavy heart", I'm talking a real psychical pain, like someone was poking me right on my heart with something very sharp and I was having problems breathing. I felt silly telling anyone and only told Lynne (I didn't even tell Scott). She is by trade a nurse and she said it was just anxiety from the stress, like a mini-heart attack, if you will. The doctor that referred us to the cardiologist said it would take 3 weeks to get in or so, but within a couple of hours we had an appointment. I thought gee, it must be pretty serious to get in so fast...
Monday night was one of the longest nights of our life...Scott and I cried and held each other all night and we prayed continually for a miracle and strength to get us through the week...I contacted our church the next day and told them our situation and to please pray for us...I told a handful of my closest friends and some acquaintances that I knew were "faithful" and of course my family...Next thing I know I'm on all these prayer lists at different churches, word spreads fast in small towns I guess...
We actually had two sonograms that we didn't exactly get an "A ok" rating on...the second one was when we were referred to the specialist...The doctor preforming the sonogram has been doing them for over 3o years, so when he told us that the tricuspid value in the heart wasn't functioning as it should, we trusted his opinion...
So, as I mentioned it was a very long and restful week, but I've learned that I'm surrounded by some great loving friends. As the week progressed, I felt sad, nervous, but at peace, that if it was truly meant to be that I wasn't alone, that I had the strength I'd need with my relationship with God as well as a much needed strong and faithful husband...and as the week progressed, I had noticed that the psychical pain I was experiencing earlier in the week had gradually tapered off, and then was gone.
I was a nervous wreck on Friday and trying to function on several winks of sleep. While the technician that was taking the pictures to show the cardiologist, I was firing away with a million questions, but she would answer with, "That would be a great question for the doctor"...ok, that made me even more nervous...as the Cardiologist came in and read the screen, he was silent...studying the pictures, describing what he saw...I was praying, to God once again silently..., please give us a miracle...AND with that HE DID, ...The doctor said to us..."This echo gram shows to me with the best of my knowledge that everything seems to be functioning just fine" and "I don't see anything like what was written in the report"...WHAT? Did I hear that correctly? I was in shock...!!! Such a wave of relief, such a rush of happiness filled my body, I felt like I was floating and everything around me wasn't real??? My baby boy is a miracle in many ways...through all our fertility issues (another post..soon!!) and now this...God has blessed us in so many ways and to show us another miracle, I just can't understand why we are continually so fortunate when we feel such heavy weight upon us?Once again I felt guilty for all the Mommies and Daddies that go home with bad news, not a miracle like we had..All I can do is pray for them..The website earlier in this post is such a sweet one, some
little hearts are mended and some aren't.
I truly believe that the physical pain I felt in my heart earlier in the week, was when God was working a miracle through me...If you're a believer you'll understand...It's just to much of a coincident not to be...The pain I felt was when God was working a miracle on our baby's heart, I truly believe that from the bottom of my heart, he was taking my love and prayers in MY heart and fixing our baby's broken heart.. I believe in the power of pray, of miracles...our God is a God of true miracles...
I'm so happy to be the faithful person I've become. I think that part of the reason we moved to our little-heaven-on-earth-in-a-small-town-in-Texas is to be surrounded by such faithful friends and to of found our
church..As I've mentioned before, it's changed our family, our marriage, and who we are and why we are here...5 years ago I never thought we'd go to some hip-dinner-spot with our best friends and pray for all we are blessed with before we started to eat, I never thought that Scott and I would pray with each other, I never thought when I'd ask my kids "Where did you come from?", They would answer back "God, made us.."...When we use to attend church on a not so consistant basis, it was because we'd "pray" for things that would benefit us, now we go to church and pray for strength, guidance, and all our blessings...It's amazing to live a life with God by your side...
Being a Christian and talking about it use to be kind of "weird" to me...not anymore sistas..it's for the hip, the cool, the wanna attend a
Counting Crows concert every Sunday, the want to be a better person, friend, like you can get through anything type of person...Come on jump on board!! Get past the jealously (you know who you are), get past the greed, the selfishness, the hate and doubt..just let it go!! Get rid of what is holding you back!!! If you are in doubt, look at our miracle!! This is REAL boys and girls!!! It's much better on the other side!! It's the best way to live and the only way to live...