We had a cardiologist check-up for Sammy today. Everything's a-ok. If anything, our card is thrilled with everything except Sammy's weight gain (or lack of it - we had a few weeks of teething and reflux that made it tough for the monkey to keep much down). He said his tricuspid regurgitation is better than it was in October, and in October he had told us it was the best he had heard in Sammy EVER! So I'm thinking that was a good thing.
I also asked about the next surgery. Part of me wants to get it done with sooner than later, because I don't want Sammy to ever remember any of it, and the older he gets, the more he's understanding. The rest of me wants them to do it when he's like, 80. I know they do the Fontan as early as 18 months, but his card seems to think we'll still be in the 2-3 year range.
We have a running joke with his doctor - every time we come in, Sammy's got a different diagnosis written on his sheet. Technically, he's not HLHS, though they categorize him as such because he needs the three surgeries and will end up single-ventricle. On our last visit, he was labeled DORV (double-outlet right ventricle - even rarer than HLHS), and when his doctor asked us today what we wanted him to write on his sheet, I joked , "Mitral atresia." He laughed and said, "Yeah, that's my favorite, too."
Nothing like a little heart humor, right? I know there's a list out there - you know you're a heart-mom when... and I should add this: I know I'm a heart mom because the other day I was driving behind a car with "SVC" in the license plate - and all I could think of was "Superior Vena Cava."
(Seriously, though, his diagnosis is a combination of mitral atresia, hypoplastic left ventricle, coarctation of the aorta, malaligned ventricular septal defect (VSD), natural atrial septal defect (ASD). Who knew that someday I would know what all of these mean?)
The visits always leave me exhausted, like I've been crying for days and now I'm just wiped out. I don't know if it's the anticipation, the worry, the fear that something's wrong and we'll get wisked right from the office into the CICU, or the ultimate fear - that there's something really wrong and they can't do anything about it. Most of the time, though, I feel like our cardiologist is "patting" me on the head with his words, like Oh, sweet woman, he's okay. Really. Get some sleep, stop worrying so much and enjoy him for the great little boy he is.
Then we got home and he ate a ridiculous amount of avocado, let me chase him around the foyer, played piano, took a good long nap, read a book, crawled around some more, cruised around the furniture for a while and then ate some more. We snuck a walk in there, too, and even in the wicked cold, he stayed a lovely shade of pink. We went into this expecting a child who napped a lot, would be behind developmentally, would turn blue easily, and would likely have feeding issues. Instead, we ended up with the happiest baby in the world who, as we were told today, looks like he should be in a Gap ad and wears this mama out with all his energy.
Ok, enough gushing over how amazing he is. Knock on wood, kiss your kids a few extra times tonight, and be grateful for everything you have. I know we are - in case you couldn't tell. ;-)
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It is so wonderful to see how well your family is doing. Sammy is a cutey pie and I enjoy checking in on him and seeing him hit his milestones! You are right, he is amazing!
Posted by: Amy Fiorillo at December 13, 2006 1:17 PMYou have done such a service to families by having such a wonderful website. Although there will always be stress and worry, to see how positive life for these kids and their families can and should be is so valuable.
Keep up the great work Sammy!
Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy Healthy New Year!