I cried at his bedside every day. And at a week old, I finally got to hold my son. Well, they laid him in my lap because I couldn’t cuddle him (he had the IVs everywhere and the breathing tubes).
On his one week birthday, he had open-heart surgery.
And on that surgery table, a miracle happened. The world-renown surgeon Dr. Reddy opened the valve that was closed (so blood could flow to the lungs) and his heart began to work on its own. This first heart surgery was to put in what is called a “Shunt.” This shunt would act as a temporary bypass keeping open the blood passageway from the heart to the lungs. Since the heart was working, questionably– but working, the shunt was capped on both sides (not for use unless in an emergency) and permanently left in.
They closed his chest THREE days later just to make sure his heart could handle the new workload. We could literally see his heart beating through a cellophane shield they placed over his chest, but my husband insisted they place a napkin over it so that I wouldn’t have to look at it.