Following Your Heart is a blog by Sarah Plant. She shares her experience as a first-time mom whose daughter was born with a congenital heart defect. Sarah lives in Mineral Ridge, Ohio, in Trumbull County with her husband, Christopher, their daughter, Rebekah, and their rabbit, Gussie. She is a former high school English teacher.

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Going out of the way for MRI results

For the first time we didn’t have a cardiology appointment in September. We’re spreading them out to a little over a year apart for the next few appointments so they won’t fall during the school year. Instead, Bekah had an appointment with Dr. Lawhon, eye doctor extraordinaire.

Akron Children’s ambulance is one of the most beautiful vehicles on earth

I grew up seeing cars every day. My dad owns an auto body repair shop. But there is vehicle that always stops me in my tracks, brings a tear to my eye, and a prayer to my heart – Akron Children’s transport van.

Lifelong bonds form in NICU

Friends come about in all sorts of ways. Some grow up together because their parents are friends, some we meet at school or church or the park. Sometimes, in the midst of life, young or old, we end up with people who have things in common with us. We share friends or interests that repeat often enough that we can’t seem to escape knowing one another.

A new adventure — an MRI

Bekah is going for an MRI, and I really think Chris and I are the ones who should be sedated for it instead of her. You may think that a simple brain MRI to check Bekah’s eyes would not be a big deal after dealing with open heart surgery, and yet I still found myself awake, not necessarily worrying, but thinking.

Celebrating hearts in March

We think about hearts a lot here at our house. In fact, while everyone else celebrates hearts in February, we reserve most of our excitement for March 6, Happy Heart Day, the day of Bekah’s open heart surgery.

Cherishing our special memories every day

Until Bekah and Sam arrived, I was unaware of just how short time can be. Now, I am sometimes brutally aware that there are small, seemingly insignificant moments that I’d like to remember forever.