Two months have passed since McKay's last check in with his cardiologist. Two months! Two months since the Glenn. Two months without oxygen. Two months of cautious optimism...
And today all the news is good.
Mac checked in with cardiology and now weighs in at 17 pounds 1 ounce and is a smidgen over 27 inches long. He's HUGE!! He's growing like a normal, very healthy kid. What an impostor!
I love it.
At one point today I had a doctor actually utter the words, "McKay is the healthiest heart kid I have EVER seen." Do we get a medal? A trophy? A sash? Oh please, a sash!
I'm seriously crying again just reliving the experience. I don't know if I can explain to you the utter joy that overwhelms my soul every time we get good news about McKay. It's almost as if someone who has been sitting on my chest for months, suddenly decides to get up. And as that weight is lifted I not only feel lighter, feel like I can breathe again, but almost as if I will lose contact with the ground and take flight. It's an amazing feeling that lasts about all of 30 seconds until they start talking "next steps." BLAH. No recap of next steps today. We are reveling in tiny victories that take huge commitments to attain. Today we are winning.
(SIDE NOTE: Be cautious--we were warned RSV season is vicious this year and is reaching a crescendo. Kids from a few weeks old to several years old are being hospitalized. PICU was FULL today. Yes, our lockdown will continue...)
As ecstatic as I was at the oodles of good news for McKay, I am devastated by the hurdles placed before his little heart friend Gracie. Today, too, was supposed to be full of good news and major steps forward for 11 month old Gracie. But as can happen, the tests came back with cruel results, and now her sweet family is wrestling with decisions no one should be asked to make. (Please visit Gracie's blog to learn more.) I want to share her story with you not only because she needs your faith and prayers, but because Gracie's story and struggle teaches me not to take anything for granted. I feel like I hold a miracle everyday--we all hold miracles of different types. Right now, Gracie needs a few extra miracles to come her way and her mom and dad need a whole lot of clear thinking and confidence in faith well placed. We send a TREMENDOUS amount of love to them tonight.
Hug your kids. Kiss your spouse. Praise God and recognize the miracles that are yours. Actually, I think one of mine is calling me now...