Beaver and Baby Hearts

It’s been a while since I’ve wrote down anything, let alone in our blog. But I have a second today and wanted to update. Rob is doing his family practice rotation for Medical school in Beaver, where he grew up. It’s a month long rotation, and he is loving being back in his old stomping grounds and seeing people at the clinic. It’s a rare medical practice in that since the town in so small, these family practitioners are allowed to do almost all procedures…all. So Rob is getting tons of surgery, colonoscopies, baby deliveries, and about everything else. We are staying with his parents there in Beaver, and I thought I really could do the “small town” thing. Well it turns out the “small town” really isn’t so much my “thing”. Ive spoiled my child living in a super active area with preschool, weekly zoo & museum visits (season pass), pool, and play dates almost daily. It’s pretty easy when your whole ward in in one apartment complex to always entertain your 3 year old. Beaver, not so much. We needed to come home every week for my doctors appointments anyways, and after my week trying to figure out how to entertain my kid in the in-laws house with nothing to do, we decided that we’d come back to Salt Lake during the week, and do weekends with Rob, since that is when he saw us anyways. We miss Robbie, but are happy to have some things to break up our days here.

This week was a little crazy to start off with. While down with Rob this weekend, Tommy said he was feeling sick. Understatement. He was sick all day Sunday and through the night. At one point in the night, I went in to see him throwing up on himself but not waking up. He was unresponsive, and I panicked and threw him in a blanket and in the car to go to Primary Children’s. Upon having him evaluated, I was lectured on the risks of dehydration. I reassured them that they are dealing with the most OCD mom there is, and I don’t mess around with my kids being sick. His levels in his blood were so off the charts that they said this is when little bodies start shutting down. It made me sick that within 8 hours my kid was so dangerously ill. They admitted us to make sure that he could level out, and 13 hours, 4 ½ IV bags later, and Zofran, we were able to get home. That very same day I had the appointment for my baby that I have been dreading for weeks, and I knew I had to do it without Rob.

With all the karyotypes coming back normal, all of us were shocked. They said with the levels I had, it would be likely there would be heart problems however. This was still a relief to hear knowing that we could fix most of them so the baby could live. I had to wait till the baby was big enough that they could do an echocardiogram on the baby itself. Crazy how they can do it on a BABY! I had the EKG done, and had 2 different doctors come and do it, as the first one was sure that maybe she was missing something. But she wasn’t…WE HAVE A HEALTHY HEART! The baby is anticipated to have a perfectly normal heart at birth, and be normal. I sobbed of course and felt the urge to throw up for a few seconds, but called Rob. We both were thrilled, but still had weird reactions inside. It’s like we finally can be excited that this baby is going to make it, but we didn’t know how to handle that news and try to start to be excited. We have had nothing but worry and tears for months, and now in the matter of one day, we flip the switch and are supposed to be unworried and ready. We didn’t want to set cribs up, go through storage and get the baby stuff cause it may be too hard to put it back. Now we can, and we need to get used to the idea that all will be okay, and this baby is coming in about 12 weeks. Now we can finally soak up the miracle that is inside me and not worry about what will happen when he’s born. He will be like every other baby as far as we can tell, and it is a miracle. There are times in your life when you say, “Wow, we got so lucky”. This isn’t one of them. This isn’t “luck” at all. This is divine, and we know it. Drue is meant to come to us, and we are going to work on getting ready for this little powerhouse of a spirit.