Happy New Year Everyone! In the past few months, I have completely slacked off on my blogging. However, I intend to be more active here this year. I’ll try my best. This blog was actually written just after Memorial Day (May 2018), and I just never posted it! *hides* Anyway, I decided to post it anyway! haha.
Imagine this. Your baby is in the hospital, hooked up to various monitors. It’s 3 in the morning and alarms from those monitors are blaring. Lights are flashing. You’re watching numbers jump all over the place, and you aren’t sure exactly what they mean. Nurses rush to your baby’s bassinet and you’re asked to step away.
This is a regular occurrence in a NICU or pediatric ICU.
“Why is he not crawling/sitting yet?” This is a question that I get quite often from people, so today I thought I’d shine a little light on Braveheart’s progress.
July 9, 2017. A day I will never forget. Around 10am, I awoke and stretched, murmuring to my husband that I’d had the best sleep ever. Within 15 minutes, lying there in bed, I was gripped by what I was certain was a contraction, and then if certainty wasn’t enough, my water broke.
This week I’m not going to talk about baby boy fashion or about Braveheart’s heart, but rather about something we don’t discuss much. His vocal cord. When Braveheart was born, he had a healthy, loud cry. After that, we didn’t hear him cry again until after his first surgery, and what we heard was not the cry you’d expect from a baby. It was breathy and weak, almost silent. A squeak of sorts. Rather heartbreaking, really.
March 3rd, 2017. I can never forget the day. My hubby had returned from a month in Belgium the day before, and we were so incredibly excited and nervous to find out if we were having a boy or a girl. Prior to the week of this very important ultrasound, we were so sure that we were having a girl. Fast forward to the week of the ultrasound, I phoned my hubby and said in dismay, “babe… I’m starting to think it’s a boy.”
In my mind, it was perhaps the worst scenario ever. (Don’t judge me lol).
For as long as I can remember, I have been a fan of stories. Fiction, Literature, Fantasy. Blogs. I’ve savored the memories and imagination of others, their experiences vividly woven through words as bright as paint on canvas. For this reason I’ve been knitting together stories of my own since I was 7 years old. They were always about love, family, and happily ever afters. Childhood was a blissful oasis in the desert of reality. Adulthood was a shock to the system. Like being submerged in freezing cold water and having no choice but to swim.
Perhaps happily ever afters rarely seem to happen in real life, but our journeys, our obstacles, our fears and our triumphs come together to create the greatest plot of all. Life.
Life is a heartsome journey, filled with excitement, curveballs, and oh so many plot twists.
My biggest plot twist, by far, has been baby boy Braveheart. Born with a Congenital Heart Defect (CHD) and the ability to melt other hearts with one adorable gaze. He’s also the inspiration for “A Heartsome Journey” so he’ll also be the inspiration behind most blog posts. I will post about the medical and emotional aspect of raising a child with a CHD, fun (and not-so-fun) pregnancy and parenting stuff, baby boy fashion (and shoooooes!) and all the other random tidbits of life.
Disclaimer: I have an immense baby shoe obsession. #givemeallthebabyshoes
Thank you for stopping by, and stay tuned!