A healed heart

One day, back in May 2012, we found out Eli would be born with a heart defect. That news was heartbreaking (no pun intended). We have fretted over his heart for almost a year and a half. While I was still pregnant, we went to countless ultrasounds where we would stare at his heart and multiple echocardiograms where they would tell us what was wrong with it. He went into heart failure at 2 weeks old and had open heart surgery at just shy of 3 months old. Recently, it was noted that he had some elevated pulmonary pressure. Because of this, we met with the anesthesiologist to make sure he was even a candidate to undergo another surgery (for craniosynostosis). He suggested Eli have another echocardiogram closer to the surgery date (3 weeks away now – ugh) to see what happens to those pressures. Today, Eli had that echo. And the results were phenomenal! His cardiologist said his heart looks PERFECT. He is officially cleared for surgery and cardiology will not need to see him again for ONE YEAR! No more worrying about Eli’s heart.
It. Is. Healed.


Just another pretty great Sunday

So we’re still challenged to get out littlest guy to eat. He just tuckers out so quickly. It’s sad. We have an appointment with the cardiologist on Wednesday. She was supposed to present his case to the cardiac surgery team to see if we could move forward with surgery. She was thinking the answer would be yes as he isn’t gaining weight anymore. The other option is the feeding tube.

Thankfully, Eli’s spirits are still up and he’s quite playful – when he’s awake! It’s hard to be disappointed that he won’t eat when he gives me this smile!

He did hit his minimum fluid intake yesterday – thanks to the persistence of my awesome hubby! We’re back to needing to get up once or twice in the middle of the night (he started sleeping through the night at one month old!) but whatever it takes we’ll do.

In other good, albeit unrelated news, Eli witnessed his first Seahawks playoff win! He really was very interested in the tv. It could’ve been more that he was interested in what his mommy and daddy were yelling at for the first quarter of the game. Luckily, we have perfected our kid friendly cursing and Cody didn’t learn any new words! Although, he did say “son of a biscuit” (I say that) which cracked me up!
Looks like we may have another diehard football fan in the Harrington fam!