What is a CHD?

A congenital heart defect (CHD) is an abnormality in any part of the heart that is present at birth.  Heart defects originate in the early weeks of pregnancy when the heart is forming.

There are more than 40 different types of congenital heart defects.  Little is known about the cause of most of them.  There is no known prevention or cure for any of them.

Congenital heart defects are America's, and every country's, #1 birth defect.  Nearly one out of every 100 babies is born with a CHD.

More than 50% of all children born with congenital heart defects will require at least one invasive surgery in their lifetime.

The cost of inpatient surgery to repair congenital heart defects exceeds 2.2 billion dollars a year.

Children and adults with certain heart defects, even after surgical repair, remain at increased risk of infection involving the heart and its valves.

There are an estimated 2,000,000 CHD survivors in the United States!

For the first time, more than 50% of the CHD survivors are adults.


*Facts compiled from March of Dimes and The Children's Heart Foundation


A Mother's Perspective
by Stephanie Husted

You passed me in the shopping mall...
(You read my faded tee)
You tapped me on the shoulder...
Then asked..."What's a CHD?" 
I could quote terminology...
There's stats that I could give...
But I would rather share with you...
A mother's perspective.

What is it like to have a child with a CHD?
It’s Lasix,aspirin,Captopril…
It’s wondering…
Lord what’s your will?…
It’s monitors and oxygen tanks…
It’s a constant reminder to always give thanks…
It’s feeding tubes, calories, needed weight gain…
It’s the drama of eating…and yes it’s insane!
It’s the first time I held him…
(I’d waited so long)
It’s knowing that I need to help him grow strong…
It’s making a hospital home for awhile…
It’s seeing my reward in every smile.
It’s checking his sats as the feeding pump’s beeping…
It’s knowing that there is just no time for sleeping…
It’s caths, x-rays, and boo boos to kiss…
It’s normalcy I sometimes miss…
It’s asking do his nails look blue?
It’s cringing inside at what he’s been through.
It’s dozens of calls to his pediatrician…
(She knows me by name…I’m a mom on a mission)
It’s winters homebound…and hand sanitizer…
It’s knowing this journey has made me much wiser.
It’s watching him sleeping…his breathing is steady…
It’s surgery day and I’ll never be ready.
It’s handing him over…
(I’m still not prepared)
It’s knowing that his heart must be repaired…
It’s waiting for news on that long stressful day…
It’s …praying…it’s hoping…that he’ll be okay.
It’s the wonderful friends with whom I’ve connected…
It’s the bond that we share…it was so unexpected…
It’s that long faded scar down my child’s small chest…
It’s touching it gently and knowing we’re blessed…
It’s watching him chasing a small butterfly…
It’s the moment I realized I’ve stopped asking why?
It’s the snowflakes that fall on a cold winter’s day…
(They remind me of those who aren’t with us today)
It’s a brave little boy who loved Thomas the train…
Or a special heart bear…
or a frog in the rain….
It’s the need to remember we’re all in this plight….
It’s their lives that remind us we still need to fight!
It’s in pushing ahead amidst every sorrow…
It is finding the strength to have hope for tomorrow.

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