I am currently sitting on the bench at the back of my son’s hospital room. Three days ago he had open heart surgery to correct a his atrial ventricular heart defect. He has just had his breathing tube removed and he is doing great. During that procedure however, I was not. I stood frozen in the door way, hands covering my eyes even though I was peeking through. I was unable to help my crying little baby while 4 nurses and a doctor huddled around him to ensure he was doing fine as they took him off the device that was making sure he kept breathing. The doctor turned around once he was satisfied, saw me and said “Oh my goodness mom, don’t worry, he is doing great. Crying means he is breathing.”
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