Our Little Miracle Boy

I really never intended to show these pictures or to post this post because I feel like these moments are private to me as well as my family and also sacred in a way. And you never know what people are going to do with information you put on the internet, which is concerning... But today I've felt especially compelled to share them because they come with a message; my testimony. I don't often put too many religious thoughts in my blog but this very special post deserves it. I do believe in Jesus Christ and that he is our living Saviour. I believe that he knows the pain our family has gone through and has personally felt each moment we've felt. I also believe that through his power and Heavenly Father's mercy our child has not needed open heart surgery. Doctors told us they thought he would need it before he was one. Now he is edging in on two years old with not even a catheterzation. He won't need to be seen back at Primary Children's Hospital until he is three. How strong is my God! How powerful is my God! He is bigger than heart defects, there is no battle too large for us to fight as long as we have God on our side. We pray for the doctors at Primary Children's to know the right decisions to make and also for all the rest of the staff handling our child. We are grateful to live so close to such a miraculous hospital. Andy is doing well. Thank you for all the prayers on his behalf. All is well. All is well. The cocktail of drugs all lined up.........

Nurses working to put an I.V. into his arm. A mother's personal hell, he wanted me to rescue him and I couldn't.
Sedated out of his mind. His eyes moved rapidly back and forth, he looked like he'd been hit by a bus. This is the part where they actually do the echocardigram, which is painless- just not the stuff leading up to it.
Making our way to the recovery room. Cute Andrew couldn't focus his eyes and the nurses told us he would see stars. He kept saying "WOW!" He was still completely out of his mind.

Daddy loving on Andy.

Nana comforting Andy. He was so sick he couldn't even drink a sippy. =(
We did think that he was good enough to take some juice but it ended up all over daddy. Matthew's been puked on so many times!

Still pretty sedated... "Mom, don't ever make me do that again!" He's feeling a touch better and as you can see he's good enough to try his sippy again. I can't complain too much, he bounces back well.