I just realized that it's already July 22nd. Yesterday marked two months since Sammy's Fontan.
Does this look like a boy who just had open-heart surgery two months ago?
(Nevermind that he fell - from the top, about 5 1/2 feet from the ground - on his second climb or that mama felt like throwing up for three hours after. After he fell, he cried hysterically for about a minute, then started crying because he wanted to go climb again and couldn't because I was holding him. He climbed that sucker three more times, each time coming down through the "big kid slide" that had scared him just half an hour earlier. It's amazing watching him grow like this, each day, going beyond in leaps and bounds.)
This morning, he spent an hour chasing the big kids up and through tunnels and reappearing down twisty slides that started at least fifteen feet off the ground. I sat at a nearby table and wanted to cry. I wanted to cry for the last three years of not knowing, of worrying, of not being able to dream, of trying to dream of days like this one and not letting myself.
The grandmother of one of the bigger kids sat next to me and talked about her kids. She had four, and the youngest was born with a heart condition - an enlarged heart that he eventually grew into. When I told her about Sammy, she said to me, "You've gotta just let him be. You can't hold him back any because of it." I looked at the tunnels and knew my little boy was in there somewhere, somewhere I couldn't see, having a blast, climbing walls and slides and playing with the other kids. I don't ever want to hold him back because of his heart. I don't want it to define him. Today, it didn't. I don't know what the future holds. I know how cruel other kids can be. I cringe to think of the day where he is teased, made to feel bad about the big scar that has saved his life three times. But that's neither here nor there right now.
In a few weeks, just about three months post-Fontan, Sammy will start school. He will go off and have experiences that neither of us know about. And this is just the beginning of a whole world out there waiting for him to figure out, live, enjoy. I'm so grateful we have the opportunity to just "let him be" - and I can't wait to see who he becomes.
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I've been reading you for years, pre-Sammy and Pre-marriage. I can understand this somewhat because my kids were 10wks early and stayed in the NICU for 6 weeks, however that is not what has made me comment. On a routine ear ache check visit yesterday I was told that one of my sons has developed a heart problem. His right side is slightly enlarged. We are waiting to see a cardiologist and we are scared to death. I was just now starting to get over the whole NICU thing. They just turned two on the 17th. I thought we had already had our major bump in the road. I just so don't want to deal with this. I'm scared for my son, who acts just fine I might add, and I'm scared for my self. I just don't know what to exspect and I hate the unknown.
Posted by: Brandy at July 22, 2008 7:14 PMThis was such a beautiful post. You are such a strong and supportive mom to be able to "let go," allowing him to explore the outside gym, and sending him off to preschool. I'm having second thoughts about sending my Nathan to preschool...and he hasn't been through what Sammy's been through! I'm so glad that you're at a point in your journey where you can breathe a little better. And, I think I would be freaking out if my son fell down! So scary. But, you were so brave to let him back out. You truly are awesome.
My mother always told me that she loved my brothers and I with an open palm. If she squeezed too tight we wouldn't be able to grow into who we were destined to become. Now, with my HLHS child and my healthy heart son as well, I try to remember to love them with an open palm. Always giving my boys roots to keep them grounded and wings to soar.. It is sooo good to see Sammy's success story as well as the others you share. Thank you for giving us hope that our Brady will be climbing (and falling) from the tallest swing sets possible!
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Great Post...always thought provoking.
Posted by: Michael at July 22, 2008 5:43 PMSometimes I believe I have an advantage over parents of "heart-healthy" kids. The time they have spent lamenting how quickly their kids are growing up. I have spent hoping and dreaming that Sophia would get to grow up. As a result, I am more than willing to let her grow and explore in a fairly unfettered way. Perhaps I would have been that type of parent anyway. But I certainly cherish every milestone without any feeling of loss.