On October 1, 2009, we first heard the words "your baby has a severe congenital heart defect." Like so many parents, the news was received at our structural ultrasound, when I was 17 weeks pregnant. The experience was traumatic, to say the least, not the least of which was because, save for our incredible cardiologist (who by the grace of God happened to be in the office that day, doing prenatal consultations), the response from the medical team was largely negative, with most surprised that we were not choosing to terminate. Although they were compassionate, the overall feeling that we were given was that our child was in grave danger and would likely not make it to term - and, if the baby did, would not have a good prognosis. It often felt as though we were fighting our medical team to stay positive. The frustrating thing to me is that I now know that there is a great deal of HOPE with these kids, and none of that hope was conveyed to me by the medical team (again, save for the cardiologist).
Every year, on October 1, I send our perinatalogist a letter, just wanting to show him that kids with HLHS can do well and thrive. You can find my 1-year letter here, my 2-year letter here and my 3-year letter here. This year, on the 4-year anniversary, I am once again taking the opportunity to reflect and share Bodie's story with him. Here is my letter...
October 1, 2013
It seems hardly possible that 4 years have passed since I met you. Since you walked into that exam room with 2 other doctors, echoed my unborn baby’s heart for what seemed like hours, pushed your glasses down the bridge of your nose, looked at me and said in a soft voice, “I am so sorry.” And, just like that, my life was never the same. The weeks and months that followed would be a blur of fear, worry and the unknown.
I wasn’t sure whether I was going to write you a letter on the anniversary of our diagnosis this year. Honestly, we’ve been living life and I wasn’t sure I’d find the time.
But then, as life with a medically fragile child tends to be, things got unpredictable. And we found ourselves back in the hospital. And I realized that this year, perhaps more than ever, under these circumstances, you needed to hear from me. You needed to know, even with my son lying in a hospital bed, with talks of a picc line and iv antibiotics and infection, I don’t regret it. Not for one minute.
I don’t regret giving my son life. I don’t regret fighting for him. I don’t always love this new world our family has found ourselves in, fraught with fear and worry and the unknown. But we don’t ever regret our choice to continue the pregnancy.
In this world, in the fear, we have found strength and resilience we never knew we had. And we have gotten to know and love the bravest boy we’ve ever known.
2013 has been a bit tougher for Bodie, with another open-heart surgery followed by an open-chest surgery (although, I suppose, when you’re talking cracking through my son’s sternum in either case, the fact that his heart itself was not cut open in the latter seems somewhat like splitting hairs) 4 days later, a cardiac catheterization, 2 cardiac ablations and now a hospital stay for a pacemaker site infection. But, even so, all told, we have only spent 12 nights in the hospital this year. And the rest of the year? We’ve been LIVING LIFE.
I won’t lie. This year has brought plenty of tough moments. Realizing that my son’s ablation wasn’t successful and that we had cauterized parts of his heart for nothing was one of them. Hearing that a possible infection prevented them from replacing his pacemaker during his planned open-heart surgery and that his chest would have to be re-opened in less than a week to insert the pacemaker was another. Helping medical personnel hold my child down through 3 attempted iv placements was another.
But that’s not what I will remember this year for. Not even close.
I will remember 2013 as the year that he started preschool.
I will remember that, when evaluated by LAUSD to determine whether he needed any services, we discovered that he tested at or above age level across the board. (In cognitive abilities and receptive communication, in fact, our amazing 3-year old boy tested mostly in the 4-5 year old range.) And I will remember the woman who stopped us in the Bed, Bath & Beyond checkout line to ask how old Bodie was, her surprise that he was only 3, that she thought he was much older based on our conversation and his reasoning abilities.
I will remember this was the year I realized what a magnetic personality he has, how strangers are drawn to him and want to talk to him, how they are amazed when they learn everything he has been through.
I will remember that he learned to memorize Bible Verses, and is obsessed with AWANA and starting the Cubbies program this year.
I will remember how much he loves his sister, and how much fun they had together at Tahoe this last summer.
So, Dr. Rotmensch, when you ask me whether I regret giving my son a chance, whether parenting this fragile child is worth it or I wish we could somehow start over with a “healthy” child, I will tell you that I don’t regret it, and that I wish EVERY parent facing a new HLHS diagnosis could see how incredible these kids are, how fantastically "normal" their lives can be, and that for so so so many of these kids, the seemingly insurmountable medical challenges early on are just stumbling blocks in the every day typical lives they lead.
So yes, tell expecting HLHS parents that this is a battle that will never be over, that their child won’t be perfect, that they’ll have to adjust their expectations for what their future was going to look like. But then, tell them that it, all of it, is 100% worth it, for the chance to parent such incredible kids. Tell them they will learn more about themselves, about hope and about love than they can even begin to imagine. Tell them their 3-year old may someday be running circles around them, and telling them incredible stories, and making everyone laugh with their infectious laugh. Tell them that ½ a heart does NOT mean ½ a life.
And then, give them a Sisters by Heart brochure. We can take it from there.
Dusk, Amy, Sierra & Bodie Bennett.
I couldn't love this letter more. Thank you.ReplyDelete
Amazing letter. Even with all you are going through at this moment, you manage to capture all the beauty of life so eloquently. And just so you know you are not alone, my 20 week ultra sound resembled yours. I reminded the radiologist at the hospital (not to be named), what miracles are happening EVERY DAY down the street at Children's Hospital Boston in a letter myself. You've inspired me. I think it is time for an updated version. Thanks you for sharing. You are amazing. Sending prayers your way. xoxo Kristen at One in 1hundredReplyDelete
Oh my gosh. This letter was absolutely amazing. So heartfelt and just amazing. What doctor would encourage termination of a pregnancy after reading this is beyond me. Let me encourage you to use this letter to help other parents that will face the same things that you have. If I was a parent who had to decide whether to terminate a pregnancy because of the heart defect, and read this letter, my mind would be made up to give my child a chance and never look back. If I was a parent who had a newborn with the same issues, and did not know what the future would hold, this letter would be a God-send. This is wonderful and please use this to help other parents in the future. I did not read your other letters that you sent before this one (I will) but this said it all. God bless you and your husband for your love for your unborn child over 4 years ago.ReplyDelete
Your letter is phenomenal! Besides being a wife, mommy, daughter, friend, etc. you are an astounding writer. Someday you really need to write a book. It will give other parents SO much "hope, strength, & joy."ReplyDelete
I have to stop reading your blog at work because your entries always bring me to tears!ReplyDelete
Just curious, has the doctor ever replied or contacted you in any way?ReplyDelete