Yesterday, David found a closed group on Facebook called "Children With Congenital Heart Defects." There are more than 3,000 members, and I have already met several parents whose children have DILV! I know I shouldn't be excited to find other parents whose children have this defect, but as one member said, "It's nice knowing that you're not alone." There are other people out there that are going through the exact same thing. Now I appreciate all my doctors - they have a vast knowledge about the diseases, surgeries, and procedures in their fields, and the ones that I have chosen are all board certified (I chose them carefully), but there is just something about listening to someone whose child has gone through this and connecting with them. When these people tell their stories, I listen attentively because I know that they have experienced the surgeries and all the emotion firsthand. Doctors are very good at hiding their emotions, although I have felt empathy from some of them already, which is much appreciated.
While in this group, I have learned a very important acronym. I kept seeing people post about an 'OHS' and that their child has had several. Wondering if my child would have to have that, I posted, "I'm sorry about my ignorance; I just found out my son had a CHD, DILV, and will have to have several surgeries. I was wondering if my son will also have an 'OHS'. Can you all tell me what that stands for?" Boy, did I feel dumb when they told me it stood for 'open heart surgery'. Yes, my son will be having at least two of those!
Now the other 'stuff' that is happening to me: spider veins and varicose veins. I didn't have these with my three other pregnancies (although I developed some spider veins after my third child was born), but boy, does it hurt to feel the rush of blood flood down my right leg when I get up in the morning! I finally got a prescription from my doctor for compression stockings and they cost a whopping $140. "Insurance should cover some of that," the doctor said. So, I'm going to call our insurance up to see how much they cover. Meanwhile, my loving husband told me, after I had lamented to him about swimming with unsightly veins (I remedied that by purchasing surf capris, but ended up getting a weird-looking farmer's tan!), "Babe, we are getting older and our bodies are going to wear down. But we will always love each other." That is commitment, and I would rather have this kind of love than a fleeting, lustful love that only stays with good looks. And this is why I love this man! Dave is my rock, my constant companion, my lover, my researcher, my best support after leaning on God. I am so thankful that Dave is the one going through this journey with me.
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