You have inspired me in so many ways. In your short little life you have showed me how to be brave and strong better than anyone could. You have taught me how to be compassionate and loving to those that I might not have looked twice at before. You have taught me to have more fun than I have ever had with less than I've ever had. I thank God for you every single minute of every single day! I love you!
By day three of this precious baby's life, I had the hardest day until that point. In order for the doctors to see what needed to be done to little Dude's heart, they needed to perform a Cardiac Catheterization. Basically, they take a catheter and string it through a vein either in your groin or in your neck until it gets to your heart. From there, they can inject dyes to check blood flow, or they can insert stints. They can even dial ate veins and vessels as well as coil them off. With this test, we will know exactly what our little hero's heart actually looks like and how it functions. The test went the best it could. They got all the info they could and at the next cardiologist meeting they would present him and figure out the best plan of action.
All of the news we got, was good. The procedure went well. Everyone was happy. I was forewarned that when I saw my baby, his right leg would be slightly dusky compared to the rest of him. It wasn't bad at all. He was beautiful and peaceful sleeping in his little incubator in the DNCC. Then it happened. He started to wake up. He hurt my poor baby and all I could do was sit an watch. He screamed and screamed and I couldn't pick him up. I held his hand and tears streamed down my face and all I could do was pray. I just wanted to hold my poor child as he laid there is pain. This is when it actually hit home, my baby wasn't like all the others I had held before, and this wouldn't be the last time that my poor baby would cry and there would be nothing that I could do to comfort him. This is when I learned courage because if I wasn't strong for him, who would be? Thanks to my Lord above... I was.
Dominic my love, you are my little hero!
oh whit, i know that feeling. when nolan was going through months and months of testing for his kidney, being poked and cut and iv's in his head cause he has horrible veins in his arms, it's aweful. after his surgery i couldn't feed him for 24 hours and he woke up from surgery in so much pain. i couldn't hold him, i couldn't feed him, i just had to sit next to his bed and watch him suffer. it was awful. the pain medicine they gave him wasn't kicking in. longest 24 hours of my life. i am loving your story, i feel like i know dude already and just want to squeeze him! good job momma!
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