After holding Liam for a while in the Neonatal ICU, by 9:30 I was back in bed, and a doctor was telling Jim and me that we had three choices:
- Heart Transplant ("your best option")
- Several Palliative Heart Surgeries ("higher risk and my confidence is low")
- Compassionate Care ("at least you can take him home")
So, I get a little crazy around the time of Liam's birthday with lots of celebrating. Tonight we're having a big party and I'll share some photos tomorrow. Tomorrow, we'll fade away from the intensity of that memory and get back to the routine of every day.
But just for today let me say, THANK YOU, to every other doctor, nurse, tech, advocate, volunteer, chaplain, cheerleader, and prayer warrior along the path that led to being able to take Liam home from school every day and send him again in the morning. As "over it," as I am most of the time, I never take one minute for granted, and today of all days is the right day to remember how far we've truly come to bring our son home.