Two years ago today, Henry had the hole in his heart fixed.
This is us just before they took him into surgery. I love this picture, though I often think I'm smiling too broadly for a mom whose baby is going under the knife. I was nervous and oh, so hopeful too. We thought this was a new beginning for him.
After a week in the hospital, we had two glorious weeks—Henry's golden age. No oxygen, no impending surgery, a fresh start. It just didn't last. But I didn't know that then. Here in this picture, I think the rocky start is about to end. I think things are about to get easy, "normal." I have no idea what is ahead.
Two years ago, today, Henry had the hole in his heart fixed. Two years ago today, my heart was still whole.