“How am I going to tell my older two kids that their brother isn’t going home this week as we thought, and that he may not go home at all?” I pondered as I sat helplessly waiting out the hours until our sweet baby, Peter, would have open-heart surgery, simultaneously wishing time would stand still in this moment and also speed up so we could get our child’s heart repaired and healed.
At our doctor’s suggestion, our entire family was on the way to the children’s hospital where Peter had been since shortly after birth.
Earlier that day Peter had been moved from his NICU room to the PICU to prepare for surgery. This weekend would be the first time our kids (then 7 years and 3 years old) had seen him intubated, sedated and with multiple IV
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