Thank-you for what you do. My 2 year old had open heart surgery at 7 months. He's fine now, he has a LOOOOOT of energy and is a great kid. Needless to say those 7 months before he was fixed were bad, really rough. I can't say enough good things about all the doctors and nurses who helped us. VSD repair on a Thurday, we were home by Sunday night and it was like walking out of a hole in the ground and seeing the sun again.
I want to say something to you that I can't bring myself to say to the surgeon who operated on my son. The day before his surgery, we went to his office and he showed us what he was going to do, how long it would take, all about the procedure, things we needed to know about post surgery and pre-surgery. And the whole time I didn't say a word to him. I could hardly look at him. I had to turn away when he showed pictures of a heart and of the main points of the surgery. In short I was about as rude as I could ahve been. He was a very nice man, not to mention the fact that he saved my sons life, but I was terrified of him before the surgery. No fire breathing dragon could have scared me more than he did. I had the urge to stand up and run from that hospital with my baby in my arms and never come back to a place where they wanted to cut him and hurt him so much. I knew he needed the repair, I wanted him to have the surgery, but I still felt that way. After the surgery I was able to talk to him and to thank him every time we saw him, but I was never able to bring myself to apologize for how I treated him the day before. I'm sorry.
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Thank-you for what you do. My 2 year old had open heart surgery at 7 months. He's fine now, he has a LOOOOOT of energy and is a great kid. Needless to say those 7 months before he was fixed were bad, really rough. I can't say enough good things about all the doctors and nurses who helped us. VSD repair on a Thurday, we were home by Sunday night and it was like walking out of a hole in the ground and seeing the sun again.
I want to say something to you that I can't bring myself to say to the surgeon who operated on my son. The day before his surgery, we went to his office and he showed us what he was going to do, how long it would take, all about the procedure, things we needed to know about post surgery and pre-surgery. And the whole time I didn't say a word to him. I could hardly look at him. I had to turn away when he showed pictures of a heart and of the main points of the surgery. In short I was about as rude as I could ahve been. He was a very nice man, not to mention the fact that he saved my sons life, but I was terrified of him before the surgery. No fire breathing dragon could have scared me more than he did. I had the urge to stand up and run from that hospital with my baby in my arms and never come back to a place where they wanted to cut him and hurt him so much. I knew he needed the repair, I wanted him to have the surgery, but I still felt that way. After the surgery I was able to talk to him and to thank him every time we saw him, but I was never able to bring myself to apologize for how I treated him the day before. I'm sorry.
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