I'm sorry I never updated after the last visit! The long and short of it is this: Sammy's just going to turn blue until the fenestration is closed. Of course, his sats were in the 80s in the office (not the high 60s/low 70s we see at home), but his heart function is great and his mitral valve regurgitation is still mild, so his cardiologist wasn't concerned. It could potentially be something they could only see with a cath, but none of those things were worrisome enough that it would prompt a cath any sooner than his fenetration-closing one. He did say that we'd likely do that sooner than later, so I'm anticipating late spring/early summer.

I haven't been sure how to handle the whole Santa thing with Sammy, but now that he's old enough to get excited about things, the idea of Santa inevitably wiggled its way into our house.
This morning, Sammy woke up in a great mood. I snuggled him onto my lap and asked him if he knew what today was. We talked about it being Christmas Eve and how Santa would be flying his reindeer to all the houses of the little boys and girls and leaving them presents under the tree. We talked about the presents he bought for the little boys and girls who might not have presents, and that Santa picked them up at a very special place, wrapped them and will bring them to those little boys and girls. He was very excited about the little boy opening a Little Einsteins laptop that he bought for him.
Then I asked him what present he wanted from Santa, and of course, his answer was, "Drums!"
Jay and I bought him a replacement drum set for the one he demolished, but as we're traveling for Christmas, we weren't going to bring it with us - instead, we were going to give it to him when we got home. I explained that drums were very big and that Santa might not be able to fit them in his sleigh. I asked him what other instruments he may want from Santa (we bought him a little play electric guitar and a "Sammy-sized accordion", as well as a few small instrument ornaments he's become enamored with).
As we sat on the floor, Sammy buried his face in my belly and said in a tiny, sad voice, "But I really want Santa to bring me some drums."
So we went to the window, opened it up and peered into the sky to see if we could see Santa. Sammy wanted to ask him directly for some drums. We looked into the grey morning skies and I explained that Santa was still at the North Pole getting ready for tonight. Sammy decided that we both needed to call Santa's name "fortissimo!" so that he could hear us from so far away. He counted off - "1, 2, 3!" and we both called to Santa. And then, in that same small voice, he said, "Can you please bring me some drums?"
I'm guessing that tonight, Jay will be setting up a small drum set at my folks because as much as this is about Sammy, it's even more about me wanting to see the look on his little face when he wakes up tomorrow and sees the drums waiting for him under the tree.
Merry Christmas everyone!
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