Four years ago on Jan. 21, 2012, we brought our first child, Bekah, home from a 70-day stay in Akron Children’s NICU. For many it would have been a day for celebrating. For me, it was one of the most terrifying days of my life. Three days earlier, Dr. Feick, a neonatologist, had begun prepping […]
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.
Today Bekah turns 4. I almost can’t believe it. Chris has gone to work, and Bekah and Sam are both still asleep. I have a million different things I should be doing. Instead, I am laying in bed, typing this, thinking of how different my life was just 4 years ago. At this very moment […]
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.
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.
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.
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.