On October 17, 2012, at a routine doctor visit, I found out I was pregnant. Yep, 18 years after the birth of my son, I was pregnant. My initial reaction was stunned disbelief. How could I be pregnant? I mean I know how babies are made, but seriously, how? After the shock wore off, I went on to have a perfect pregnancy. There were no problems, and everything went beautifully. On June 14th my husband and I welcomed our beautiful baby girl to the world.
She was perfect, 10 fingers and 10 toes all in the right places. She was beautiful beyond words, and we were in awe of this perfect little angel. We basked in the joy of finally getting to meet her, all the while trying to hide how scared we were to be starting over with a new baby. Were we up to the task? Or were we in over our heads? Raising a girl was going to be a very different experience to our history of raising a boy. So many emotions, hopes, and fears; I felt I would burst from it all. And then it happened.
The nurse took our baby to get her first bath and they moved me into my room. My husband, family, and best friend were with me when there were codes called over the speaker system, and the nurses who were in the room with us ran out. All we knew at that point was that there was a baby in trouble in the nursery. I remember thinking that I would hate to be one of the parents of that baby and I was so lucky because our daughter was beautiful and perfect and healthy.
A few minutes later, people started coming into my room. I was a little out of it from the pain meds, so I really can’t tell how long it had been. It turned out that the baby in distress was our baby girl. At 1 hour and 10 minutes old, one of the nurses in the nursery noticed that our baby girl had started turning blue. Long story, short: she was born with a heart defect called tetralogy of fallot with pulmonary atresia. She was going to require surgery and specialized care that she could not get locally, so they were going to have her air lifted to Shand’s hospital in Gainesville, FL., some 350 miles away.
|All strapped in and ready for her flight to Gainesville, June 15, 2013|
Suddenly our world came crashing down around us. After the initial shock began to wear off, we went through so many emotions: anger, fear, and self-pity just to name a few. How could this happen? What did we do so wrong? What did our beautiful baby girl do to deserve this pain? Then we began to worry about what was going to happen in the rest of our lives.
My husband had just started a new job four weeks earlier. Would they keep his job for him while we were in Gainesville for an unknown length of time? How would we afford to live in a strange city where we knew nobody? How were we going to survive? How were we going to take care of our baby? So many questions, fears, and emotions in such a short span of time is quite overwhelming, let me tell you.
Arrangements were made, and we followed our daughter to Gainesville. We were lucky enough to get a room at the local Ronald McDonald House after only a few days of waiting, and we began the wait for our daughter’s surgery. When she was just 11 days old, our beautiful baby girl underwent open heart surgery. Those hours were the longest of our lives, and our relief was immense when the news came that she made it through with flying colors.
|Afternoon of 1st open heart surgery. The most difficult thing any parent will ever see.|
We spent a total of four weeks in Gainesville. Life was surreal in the bubble world between the hospital and the Ronald McDonald House. We met a lot of other families who were also going through the worst times of their lives, and we learned a lot from the whole experience. It only took a day or two for us to realize that as bad as we had it; as serious as our baby’s condition was, it could have been so much worse. The people we met all had something to teach us about strength, love, and life in general.
Don’t get me wrong, I would be much happier if our daughter did not have a heart problem. I would much rather to never have had to go to Gainesville in the first place. But at the end of those long four weeks, I think that I came home a better person for the experience. It was humbling to see the kindness and support perfect strangers were willing to give us on a daily basis. It was amazing to see how much the doctors and nurses truly cared for our daughter. And I am still in awe at how strong our little fighter is; at how happy she is, and how much joy she brings to our lives every day.
|Riley: age 5 months|
I would welcome any comments and or questions you might have. And with that, I will say farewell for now.