“I’m sorry. There’s no explanation for why this is happening,” she apologized, pointing to only half of a heart beating proudly through the 18-week ultrasound scan.
“I’m sorry. There’s no explanation for why this is happening,” he sympathized, instructing us to pack our bags for a month-long readmission due to heart failure.
“I’m sorry. There’s no explanation for why this is happening,” he marveled with glistening eyes. “No one is really sure why or how but on Annie’s pre-op tests this week her heart shows that the once-diminished function is now fully restored.” He chuckled again. “We planned to discuss her in surgery conference yesterday, but we got to skip over her name. Because of this medically-unexplained improvement, this surgery poses no higher risks to her than any ‘healthy’ baby who undergoes it.”
So today Annie conquered her stage two open heart surgery in a mere two hours. Everything went exactly as planned. The surgeon did not have to stop her heart to perform the procedure. He was able to easily and flawlessly make the new connections to reroute her blood flow. He closed her chest during the procedure. She came out of the operating room extubated (breathing fully on her own). And he even told us that he saw no problem with her ventricular function while he worked on her heart today.
Finally, after another hour of waiting, we got to see this baby who no one can explain! She is pinker than ever! Her sats rest at 84! Four hours after surgery our chunky muffin was begging to eat. She guzzled down 2 ounces of pedialyte to prove she was ready for real food. Tonight she ate 5 ounces of her regular formula in an hour and is sucking away on her thumb begging for a refill. She’s off her sedation meds. Down on her morphine dosage…and wondering why she has to sit up to be burped. We are well on our way to having our Annie back.
There may not be a medical explanation. But I have a pretty good feeling that the Great Physician has been gently, lovingly massaging Annie’s little half heart. He’s been whispering healing through his soft, careful hands.
Thank you to so many friends and family who have flooded us with prayers, love, and support today. We could not even begin to think of walking this journey without y’all. Thank you for wanting a front row seat to our huge God loving on a tiny heart.
“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forevermore.” -Psalm 73:26