At 8 days old, we’re rushing our baby to A and E with breathing difficulties. A few doctors later, and a bombshell of a diagnosis. Significant Heart Defects.
Leon River was blue-lighted to London and hooked up in intensive care, while the consultants conferred. He’d need open heart surgery on his walnut-sized heart.
My world shrank to the size of a crib and a hospital chair.
Everything was an unknown: how long we’d be waiting, whether the operation would work, whether he’d live.
Overnight, Leon had become ‘a cardiac baby’, with life-long health implications. But he’d also become this vivid treasure. Camped out together in the corner of an IC Ward, we dreamed for his years to come.
That his heart would beat.
That he’d adapt to his course.
That he’d become everything he was meant to.
That he’d race without getting weary.
That he’d run like a river.