So were going back down to C.H.L.A for another procedure Dr Pruetz says we should only be down there for the day. Please keep us in your prayers.

I love this face!

He sure loves he's daddy!

Out for a walk..

I had to show everyone the faces he makes when he's asleep sometimes!

He's 10 pounds now. I look at him and think of all he's overcome and feel that pain all over again. I don't think it will ever go away. Like a nurse told me while we were there "funny thing is he wont be able to remember it and you will never forget it. So true!
Life is truly amazing and beautiful now that he's home.

My own little piece of heaven

Homecoming

I never felt to happy as I did that day walking out of that hospital with my son!

Still fearful of the unknown but mostly just genuinely happy because for the most part my nightmare had ended!

the 6th floor

After being in N.I.C.U for just a few days they moved him up to the 6th floor. Here Icould stay with him and pretty much take care of him. I stayed there for 4 days and really did not sleep.

He caught on to bottle feeding very well and we were able to go home on May 15,2009!

Recovery.

His little chest had to stay open for two days before they could sew it back up. The next step was to get him off the ventilator. 48 hours later they tried to excabate him and was not successful. So that day we took a step backward. I guess he just wasn't ready to breath on his own yet. About a week later they transferred him back to the N.I.C.U. They told us he no longer had a heart issue, his heart was doing fine, it was now more of a respiratory issue. He was sent back to the N.I.C.U for two days and finally we were able to excabate him successfully. So now the only tube he had was the feeding tube in the nose!

The roller coaster ride.

During this time we stayed in the Ronald McDonald House. Which I must say, "If you ever have extra money that you want to donate, this would be a great place to donate to." Anyway there I was, 3weeks after giving birth to my first son and trying to make since of this whole new world I was placed in. The day had finally arrived for him to have his surgery and I was so scared for my little guys life. My whole family, from both my side and Billy's side were there for support. I thank God for that everyday. Waiting for him to come out of surgery I felt so sick to my stomach. Billy was so quiet, but I could see the pain in his eyes and I just wanted to take it away. When they told us he was off the bypass we all shed a tear and a sigh of relief. Not to much longer they wheeled him by us. As they were pushing him towards us I could hear his little heartbeat on the monitor. There he was, 3 weeks old and had just had open heart surgery. He looked a little pale to me but I knew he was going to make it. Such a strong little boy!

Waiting for surgery to end.