Still.
Even after the Fontan, I still worry about Eli and his health. It is always present on my mind. And I'm surprised, actually.
Before his last surgery I thought that once it was over, wow, no more anxiety! We'd be free!
Not the case.
Eli is a big, beautiful boy. And he's three now, which is a big mile stone for me and my husband. Eli's third birthday always seemed more like a beautiful idea than a probable reality. I was very weepy on his birthday, and all the emotions that came with that day--of remembering his birth and all the crazy that went with it--was almost too much to handle. It really made me realize that once one becomes a heart baby parent, he/she will always be a heart baby parent.
Having Eli changed me, for the good I believe.
But sometimes I wish I didn't "feel" so much!
