June 12, 2013
Today I heard your heartbeat for the very first time. My own heart fluttered in anticipation of all the beautiful days to come. What will you look like? Sound like? How amazing will it feel to hold you to my breast, comfort you, keep you safe…Your heart was beating so rapidly and loud. The doctor said your heart is very strong. It was the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
September 12, 2013
You’re a BOY! I knew it! I felt it with every part of me…and I also felt for weeks, that there was something wrong. The ultrasound technician was hovering too long today. She stopped talking. She was intent and focused. Repeated freezing of the screen, contrasting red and blue…The doctor explained there is something significantly wrong with your heart. He didn’t give much detail, only that we will need further testing in the next few weeks.
September 24, 2013
You have coarctation of the aorta. We are being referred to St. Christopher’s Hospital for Children. Oh – and we’re not supposed to Google…I’ll behave – for now. Because maybe, just maybe, if I don’t Google, then it’s not real. There’s a chance this could all be a mistake…some blip on the screen that was misread. This is one time when I pray my intuition is completely wrong.
October 2, 2013
We went to St. Christopher’s today for a very detailed – and long – echocardiogram. I didn’t want to be there. I hated that I was there. I hated the reason. Despite what I felt in my soul, I prayed they had it all wrong. These doctors would apologize for us having had to drive all this way for nothing but a mistake on an echo. We would stop for lunch on the way home, shop for more nursery items…that’s what I prayed. That’s what I knew deep in my soul, would never happen. Life wouldn’t be the same after today. There’s no un-telling of a truth…Right there, in black and white and gray…contrasts of red and blue…it was all laid out. Your defect was critical…I was critically devastated. “Immediate surgery”…I made it through the consultation, drawings of your heart, questions of whether I’d ever taken any medications while pregnant, family history…I had few tears…I was holding it together. Until I wasn’t…Until I made it to the parking deck and clung to the railing as I sobbed, unable to take another step. As if climbing the stairs would signify the uphill battle we were now about to face.
June 20, 2017
We’ve been facing battles of all kinds for the better part of nearly 4 years. And on this, the eve of my sweet Luke’s yearly echo, I am yet again reminded that this heart journey never ends. It’s sting lasts long after the scars begin to fade, and like a houseguest who’s outworn their welcome, it lurks in hidden chambers, refusing to ever completely leave. It’s like a lost soul, inhabiting it’s host…never fully here, never fully there…if we are fortunate, it will stay at rest, find peace.
I’d like to say I’ve made peace, found peace. But I’ve not…this dance with a disease I can’t see brings tremendous burden…and it’s not Luke’s heart that is the burden. It’s my dance. It’s my own feet that get in the way…I stumble, I trip. I’m falling all over…
It’s my own heart, my own fears, my own anxiety, that are the real uphill battles. It’s in the 2:00 AM wakings – 3 years later – to check on him. It’s in the visual reminders of arterial line scars, cut down scars on his neck, arms, groin, feet…and his back.
The yearly echo is a reminder of how far we’ve come and where we’ve been. It’s a yearly dose of reality slapped square in the face. I wish I could say I am beyond the anxiety and the fear that this day brings…but I’m not. I clumsily continue the dance, stumbling with the ghosts. They can’t ever leave because they are the truth of the past. They hold all that was ever lost, all that has ever been gained, and all that is yet to come. I fear to let them go, I will lose footing on sacred ground. That I will forget, that in great pain and grief, the dance must continue. And I understand that while I may dance with peace and acceptance for a song or two, ultimately, my partners will change – often. It’s the impermanent nature, the uncertainty, of CHD.