After hearing our fate we couldn't decide what to do. Do we stay in Corpus? Do we move him to Dallas or to Houston? Do we uproot our other 3 kids in the hopes of giving our baby boy the best fighting chance possible? Our next move was to meet the surgeon. I began researching online and found the doctors on the Driscoll Children's Hospital website....but the names I found just didn't sound like the man that Dr. Patel had told me about. I called the specialist and got his name, Dr. Durham, and I requested they give me an appointment to meet him. Luckily they got us in with him ASAP and immediately I knew he was the answer to our questions and prayers. Both Bruce and I loved him and after about 2 hours of talking with him he assured us he would do absolutely everything he possible could to save our child and give him the best possible chance at a fullfilling life. A little background into our surgeon....he came to Corpus from the Mayo clinic where he has done over 300 surgeries. He found himself back in TX because he was tired of the cold and he wanted to build the heart center at the children's hospital. I can not say more positive things about this man, he is the answer to our prayers.
Our next step was to make arrangements for our kids. Luckily God has placed some pretty amazing people in our lives. A good friend of mine selflessly took our beautiful 2 year old Colt to live with her for 2 long weeks (anyone with a 2 year old knows how trying they can be). I will forever be grateful to her for giving us that time so that we could be with our beautiful baby.
After taking it extremely easy for a few weeks so that there was no baby early situations the day was finally here.....
It was no sunshine and roses oh we are having a baby kind of day. Bruce and I were both terrified, we were not even sure our baby was going to live, we never let ourselves really get excited. In fact it took us until about the week before his birth to even really decide on his name. I had a c-section and and 10:17 am on September 20th our son was born. At the words of, "Look dad, your son is here," and after Bruce assured me he was alive and breathing I completely broke down and instantly fell in love with our little angel. He was absolutely beautiful. The doctors had all told us he would be born very blue, but it wasn't that way at all, he was amazingly pink and perfect. If we had not been told there was an issue it wouldn't have shown in his appearance. I had also been told I probably wouldn't be able to see him because they would get him to nicu so quickly but luckily he was stable for the moment and I was able to get a quick peek and a kiss. My parents also got a quick peek in the hallway.
Once in recovery I again got to see my son. The transport team from the children's hospital brought him by for a little visit before they moved him. Bruce traveled with Case and I stayed in the hospital for another 24 hours until I could break free and be with my child.
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