Happy Birthday to Matthew

Matthew right after he was born...I'm thinking that I may do a comparison of this pic and Luke's newborn pic. It's uncanny how similar they look.

Matthew's baptism. That gorgeous dress was made by Tommy's Nanny from the same material as his mother's wedding dress.

Messy Matthew

Love this face!

Today, our little man is 6 years old. We celebrated yesterday with a party at the local gymnastics place and went to dinner at Red Robin (or Red Robin...YUM as Matt calls it) as that is where he wanted to go. The photos above are of Matthew through the years and below are some pics from his party. Since he is now our big boy and can read, I want to write a special letter to him. Matthew...this one's for you.

Our sweet Matthew,

I remember when Daddy and I found out that you were a boy. We were excited and nervous all at the same time. We knew how to take care of a girl thanks to Emily, but a boy was something totally different. I hoped that I would be a good "boy mom". I remember going to the store that day and buying your first baby boy outfit. I was so excited to meet you. Now that you are 6 years old, I am still so excited to be a boy mom. Bubba, you are my favorite six year old and I am so thankful you are mine. Here are just a few of the things that I love about you:

* I love your hair, my little brillo head.

* I love your voice and the way that you talk.
* I love that you are our Captain Obvious.

* I love the fact that you can talk to God whenever you want--and that He talks back to you.

* I love that you never take blame for anything.

* I love how much you love your sister and brothers.

* I love your puppy dog eyes.

* I love your dimples.

* I love your enthusiasm for everything.

* I love the way you snuggle with me each morning.

* I love the way you hold your breath when you breathe.

* I love your great big stinky feet.

* I love what a good student you are at school and how well you can read.

* I love that your hands look just like Great Grampa Myers' hands.

* I love the way that you start every sentence with "Mom..."when you are talking to me.

There are so many more things that I love about my Bubba. You, Emily, Luke, and James are the best things that happened to me and Daddy. We are so glad that you are ours and that God blessed us with you. We can't wait to celebrate many more birthdays with you!

Love,

Mommy

PS. If you know Matthew (or even if you don't), please feel free to leave a comment and let him know what YOU love about him and I will let him read them. He would LOVE LOVE LOVE to see what people have to say about him (and so would I :)). Also, please continue to pray for all sick children. I have a friend here who is pregnant with a sweet heart baby and she could use your prayers. God bless you all!

Now for the pictures:

Fun Times

Just wanted to share a few pictures and some video from the past week. James started going to Mother's Day Out at our church (only one day a week), so there are some pics of him along with Em and Matt. Today, we went to the Germantown Festival for the first time since we moved to Memphis. WOW! What a great fair! The kids had so much fun--riding ponies, eating yummy goof, playing games, and riding cool rides. There are some photos and video below.

First Day of MDO. Is he excited or what?

I rarely get a shot with each of them looking at the camera.

Yeah Mom, this backpack is HUGE!

Trying to carry his backpack.

Matt and the striped crab that he named "Spots" (only Matthew).

Emily and "Shelly"

James on the rocket swing ride. He loved it!

Matthew on the rocket ride.

Emily on her horse.

Matthew happy to be on his pony.

Trying to pick up his backpack. I realize that the video is sideways, but you get the idea.

Matthew and James on the rocket swing. This was so funny to watch!






The crabs made Matthew a little nervous at first.

Emily's crab is FAST!

Thanks again for checking on our little family. A lot is going on right now with school, dance, karate, and soccer. Maybe one day I will get photos of these activities, but I'm not making any promises! Please continue to pray for the sick. Another heart warrior was lost a few days ago. May God give peace to little Weston's parents, family, and friends. God bless you all and have a wonderful week!

Be An Advocate

The words that have stuck with me over the past two and a half years are not "hypoplastic left heart", "omphalocele", "NICU", "very sick". No, the words that have truly stuck with me since Luke's birth were spoken by a very wise cardiologist named Dr. Mott at TCH. I remember standing with Tommy next to Luke's crib in the CVICU after his Norwood, just touching him, holding his little hand. Dr. Mott came in, a mild mannered, very kind doctor who had the bedside manner of a saint. We were asking all of our questions (ok, so I was asking the questions, but hey my husband is not much of a talker) and Dr. Mott was so eloquent in his answers. Toward the end of our conversation, Dr. Mott told us the following: "You are your child's best advocate. Doctors and nurses always seem very busy, but if you are concerned about something, then you need to be the one to ask a doctor or nurse." Of course I took these words to heart (and still do, with each of our children), but I never realized how true these words were until we lost Luke.

The reason I want to talk about this is because I know a lot of moms and dads reading this right now who may be dealing with a sick kiddo. I have talked about it before, and I still feel it: I will always feel as though I failed Luke in his last week with us. I knew something was wrong. I told the doctors that he wasn't right. BUT, I wasn't his advocate. I didn't push for an echo at his last clinic visit (on the day he died). No, I was being too selfish. I remember that Tommy was in Atlanta the last week that Luke was alive. I told him that day that I didn't think we would be coming home from the clinic visit, that the cardiologist would admit him to TCH because (again) I knew that something was wrong. So imagine my surprise when she told us that all of his tummy troubles were from reflux (which I still believe he never had) and that his cold hands didn't mean anything. We could go home...no hospital stay. I'm not sharing this so that you will write me notes telling me that I didn't fail him, that I didn't screw up in some way. I am just sharing to let others know how important it is to be your child's advocate. Luke couldn't tell us what was wrong, but as his mother, I knew that something wasn't right. That his heart was having issues. I should have been his advocate and demanded that the cardiologist perform the necessary tests. Instead, I failed. I took the easy way out and I will never forgive myself for that. The what-ifs drive me crazy, but I am confident that Luke is much better off in heaven than he would be here on earth.

Again, I am not writing this post looking for a pity party. No, I want to make sure that everyone reading this remembers our story when they are questioning whether or not to push something with a doctor or surgeon. Ask the questions. Demand the tests. Advocate for your child. If something doesn't feel right to you, let your child's doctor know that you are concerned. You know your child better than anyone. Please take care of them or no one else will.

If your child is a heart patient, I have spoken to a few heart professionals and they are beginning to believe that heart failure begins in the gut. Luke had exhibited "gut" issues the week before he passed (he had never had issues before then). He was vomiting after almost every feeding and he seemed to be in pain. My father and I let them know at the last clinic visit and the cardiologist dismissed his issues as reflux. I took this as the truth as doctors know a whole lot more than I do. Now I realize that Luke's little tummy was probably failing, and I didn't advocate for him.

I know this is yet another deep post, but this is another thing that has weighed on my mind for so long. Tommy and I learned a lot from our experience with Luke. We used this lesson to advocate for James during his NICU stay and continue to advocate for each of our kids. I just really want to encourage each and every one of you to listen to your instincts and to trust your gut. Advocate for your child, because, as Dr. Mott told us: "You are your child's best advocate."

Please continue to pray for all of the sick kiddos. A friend from my MOPS group is expecting a sweet baby girl in December and she just found out that she has a CHD. I believe that this precious child will be just fine, but it is so scary for Mommy and Daddy. Another blogger mommy is expecting a baby boy soon and he also has a CHD as well as hydrops. I am praying so hard that God performs a miracle for this family as they have already lost a baby girl and a baby boy who had HLHS. God bless you all!

Clinic-->ER-->Inpatient-->Baby with Asthma

The title pretty much sums up our weekend. James started getting a runny nose on Wednesday evening, but nothing out of the ordinary. He coughed a little through the night, but again, nothing too crazy. By Thursday night, he was wheezing a lot and didn't respond to his nebulizer treatments. Tommy and I knew that James would end up in the doctor's office on Friday, but we didn't realize how quickly his breathing would deteriorate. On Friday morning, Matthew and I took James to the clinic and he was evaluated right away. The doctor told the nurse to check his O2 sats, give a breathing treatment, and check his sats after that. Do you remember when I talked about triggers a few posts back? Well, checking his O2 sats is a huge trigger for me. I really became upset when James' sats were at 84%. Not good. We gave another treatment in the office, but his respiratory rate was still high (at one point, it was at 80 breaths/minute). Dr. Hayes decided that it would be best if I took James to the ER, so Tommy came to get Matthew and I took James to Methodist. We were in the ER for about 7 hours, where James received 2 one-hour breathing treatments and had an x-ray. James was still retracting while he breathed and his sats and breathing rate were not quite right. So they admitted us with bronchitis and asthma. We stayed overnight on Friday and since he was still breathing quickly and retracting, the doctors decided to keep him last night, too. Tommy took Emily and Matthew to visit us yesterday and today which really helped break up the breathing treatment/pulse ox/blood pressure cycle. I miss Em and Matt when they are not around. James did have some elevated blood pressure readings which set off my blood pressure trigger, but the doctor today was not concerned at all, citing the fact that he was crying and tense during the readings. It still set me off and cause some tears, but I feel better about it now. Mommy and James are glad to be home but boy are we tired!

So, James was officially diagnosed with asthma this weekend. It doesn't surprise us because when we think back about everything we recall how often he has been on steroids and has had breathing treatments. It all kind of makes sense now. Luckily, we have a very specific treatment plan, hoping that the meds will keep an asthma attack at bay throughout the winter months. There is a picture below of Emily and James having some fun in the hospital room cabinet while awaiting discharge (which explains James' street clothes--no more gown). I have also included a video of James trying to "break free" from the playroom on the peds. floor. Emily and Matthew loved playing in that room with James. Thanks for everyone's prayers on Facebook and e-mail. God bless you all!

A List of Firsts...

First off, I want to thank everyone for your support of my last blog entry. It really means a lot to me that people still care, let alone are still reading my *mostly* pointless drivel. So after such an emotional post, I thought I would share some firsts with you all:

First time I was able to get them all looking at the camera at the same time

First day of Second Grade

First day of Kindergarten

First time (in a long time) they have taken a sweet picture together

First time you can tell that he actually has hair in one of my blog entries

NOT the first time he has been a huge mess

First time he stuffed his little body into the cabinets and closed the door

Thank you all for sharing in our "firsts". God bless you all!

Acute

Acute. What does that mean to you? Before Luke was born, the word acute meant geometry. It reminded me of measuring triangles in high school. After Luke and James, acute has taken on an entirely different meaning.

Acute is no longer a memory of Mr. Davis' class in ninth grade. No, it is something much more profound, much more difficult to comprehend. Acute is not a word that a parent wants to hear or for that matter, feel. When I hear the word acute, I cringe.

Medically, I have heard acute many times. It is as if it is "the queen mother of dirty words" (to quote A Christmas Story) in the medical field. No parent ever wants to hear of their child having acute pain or that he is in acute distress. It's just not natural.

This post is not about the word acute in terms of medicine. It is actually about the acute emotional pain that I still feel at times. The pain that is so difficult at times, so unbearable, that only tears can make it go away. I understand why we lost Luke: he was very sick. I understand that he is much better off where he is than what he may have endured here on earth. Although I can comprehend the bigger plan of Luke's life, it doesn't make it easier to accept the fact that Tommy and I lost our child. He is no longer with us. The acute pain of losing him will always be there.

In the blog world, you can find a lot of people just like you: stay-at-home moms, bakers, political junkies, and yes, mothers who have lost a child. I have been fortunate enough to find some amazing moms online who share membership in the same club as I do: those who have lost a baby due to a CHD. I have been able to share my acute pain with them and vice-versa. I have cried with them, vented with them, and have shared my most precious memories of Luke with them. I have found camaraderie with these women and I thank God I have found them.

One thing that I admire about my fellow angel moms is their uncanny ability to be brutally honest on their blogs. I have tried to be as candid as possible on this blog, but many times I have failed. Am I always truthful? Yes. Are there things that I have wanted to say, but haven't had enough courage to do so? Definitely. So, here I am, trying to be Brutally Honest Bernie, praying that I do not offend anyone.

The truth? The truth is that much of this acute pain is due to hurt that I feel has hardened me over the past 2 1/2 years. Don't get me wrong, losing Luke changed me more than I could have ever imagined. But it is what happened after we lost Luke that I believe has hurt me even more. It was the person who would go out of her way not to talk to me so that she wouldn't have to talk about my baby boy. It was the one who told me that the reason she didn't come to his funeral was because it would have been too difficult for her. It was the woman who questioned why we had an open casket and if I saw him take his last breath. It was the priest who didn't call after we lost him, even though I was his employee. It was the person who told my dear friend that I would be alright because I had other children. It was the very pregnant woman smoking at the outlet mall. It was the teenage mother who stabbed her newborn to death so that no one would find out. It was the countless number of babies who are given a death sentence because they are not perfectly formed. It was and continues to be those closest to us who refuse to acknowledge the fact that he lived and died. He lived. He died. I pray that one day they understand that fact and show compassion to us. That they can put aside their self absorption and understand what we face each day: our baby is gone.

Whew! See? Acute emotional pain. I've got it and until I can release it, it will stick with me. I pray that all of you are braver than I am and that you are not holding onto to any acute pain, whether it be physical or emotional. May God bless you all and thank you for letting me vent!

Miracles

I haven't blogged in so long. We were out of town for a while and I sat down to write a post a few weeks ago, but never finished it. I think that I am like the summer: lazy. I have loads of pics to upload and post...one day. The kids start school two weeks from today. I can't believe I will have a second grader and a kindergartner!

So...onto my post about miracles. I have probably written about miracles before (a lot) and I know that I have mentioned that Luke got his miracle: a chance to be with God and free from pain. But over the past week, I was reminded of even more miracles...

Mother Teresa was an amazing woman. Her 100th birthday is coming up in August and as a celebration of her life, her relics are touring around the country. Our church was blessed enough to host the relics on Friday and we were able to see them. Luckily, our sweet Nana was in town and she was able to see them, too. It was a really wonderful experience. To see sandals that this angel on earth wore, to see the crucifix and rosary that she carried, to see (in pictures) the work that she had done during her life and the lives that she touched was very intense. Mother Teresa gave all of herself to those who were less fortunate. I am particularly touched by the way that Mother Teresa was with children and babies. There were a few Missionaries of Charity (the Society of Sisters started by Mother Teresa) at the veneration. Tommy and I told the sisters about James' issues and his diagnosis. They seemed very interested in his story and even gave us a special prayer card for Mother Teresa that was blessed in the Vatican. They told us that if we experience any miracles to call a special number. How cool is that? The sisters held James (although he was almost as big as one of the little nuns that held him--Tommy said that he almost knocked the tiny woman over!).

Of course, I already know what miracles each of our four children are. In their own little ways, they are such blessed miracles. Emily has been blessed with a kind heart and she is compassionate to all others, especially those who are hurting or sad. I am so proud when I see her and her gracious ways. Matthew has been blessed with a miraculously old soul. He asks the most thoughtful questions about God, heaven, and life. The strange thing is that I think he already knows all of the answers! Luke was blessed with a tough spirit, full of energy and wisdom. As I have said before, he lived more in his 5 1/2 weeks that most of us will live in 100 years! We all know that it is a miracle that James is even here with us. Not only did his fluid levels drop in half within two weeks, but after he was born it was discovered that he had two true knots in his cord. I have an ultrasound picture of James' foot. When I look closely at it, I see a tiny hand wrapped around his ankle. I know that it isn't James' hand and I believe that it is our Luke's hand, watching over his baby brother. One day, I will post the picture to the site to share what I see.

Below are some pictures from our visit to see the relics of Mother Teresa.

Matthew admiring a special relic with some of Mother Teresa's blood (the one on the left had a strand of her hair)

Emily touching her medal to the case which holds Mother Teresa's sandals

A few of the Missionaries of Charity holding James

I love that this sister took James to the altar and blessed him. What a treat! Emily was pretty impressed, too. :)

I was reminded of another miracle today. I have spoken ab0ut my dear friend, Jill, in the blog a few times. Jill and I have been friends since 6th grade. Jill had long, curly, blonde hair and we were all envious of it. She was smart and musically talented. Naturally, I wanted to be friends with her. We remained friends through high school, through my move to Argentina, and even managed to share a room during all four years of college. Jill is also very faithful and I love that we can share our faith. Today, Jill and I were talking about our visit to see Mother Teresa's relics and she said, "you may think this is crazy, but I think you did experience a miracle last week".

So now you need some background...Tommy and I have decided to participate in a research study about left-sided heart defects and their genetics (shout out to Blake's mom Christie Huggins for sharing the info.). As such, we thought it would be good to have everyone's hearts checked via echo cardiogram. Luckily, Emily and Matthew's hearts were perfect (James' was checked before and after birth). Mine was also perfect. Then, Tommy received a call from the cardiologist. They told him that his echo came back abnormal. They performed a special test on him called a bubble test as his EKG was abnormal. The bubble test is an echo where saline is injected into the vein and it is watched as the saline goes through the heart. If the saline bubbles, it indicates a possible hole. Tommy met with the cardiologist and she told him that the tests indicated a possible ASD or PFO and that he would need a TEE (where they put a tube down his esophagus and look at the heart via echo from the inside). Tommy has always had a murmur, so we weren't too surprised that the echo was abnormal. Sooooo, the TEE was last week. When the cardiologist came out (Tommy had to be sedated), he told me that Tommy's heart was "perfect". What? Perfect? No ASD? No PFO? WOW!

So this is what Jill meant by our miracle. She shared that God knew we wouldn't be able to handle another heart defect. That He knew how to heal Tommy's heart. Tommy saw the bubbles as they crossed over his septum. The cardiologist showed him the bubble test. God heals and God healed. Thank you, Jill, for sharing this. God put you in my life so long ago for a reason. You are a miracle to me.

Other miracles are still happening, not only in our lives, but in the lives of others. There are so many miracles who are born each day, fighting for their lives. Thank you for your constant prayers for these children and their families. God bless you all and check the site soon for pics from our summer trip!