Today I'm unpacking bags, washing wet clothes before they turn sour, and doing my best to get this water out of my ears, but it's tomorrow I want to talk about.
We take Ethan to see the wonderful Dr. I (his cardiologist) tomorrow morning. It has been six months since his last appointment and I'm not sure what to expect. I know three things. One - his heart is a complicated, unpredictable mass of muscle. Two - it must be doing one heck of a job to keep up with his energy levels. And, three - God knows even more than I do.
As always, the gradient pressure where the conduit meets the pulmonary artery is our biggest concern. I don't even remember what it was in January (who AM I?!), but I'm trusting that it has stayed within an acceptable range. Will you pray with us, specifically for that?
Ethan has matured so much in the past six months that I genuinely don't have any concerns about how he'll behave with the various tests and procedures. In fact, a couple of weeks ago at the pediatrician's office it was as if I wasn't even in the room. To be funny I asked, "Ethan, do you even need me in here to help you?" He sat perfectly still, shook his head, and confidently stated, "Nope."
Sorry, buddy. But I'm in that room for quite a few more years at least!
I'll be back tomorrow with an update, and sometime after that with some photos from our lake trip. For now, I'll leave you with my favorite from the weekend...
|Ethan's 1st catch - July 14th, 2012|
We covet your prayers and thank you for praying alongside of us for our sweet boy.