What a week! It started around Sunday at about 10:00. I had just gone to bed, and Joy comes in and tells me she is feeling a lot of pain. If there is one word you would never use to describe my wife, it’s the word “wimp”, or any word synonymous with it. She is the toughest person I have ever known. So when she started complaining about pain, I was certain that this was it. I asked if she needed to go to the hospital, and she said “Well everything’s not right”. So I called my mom to come over and sit with the girls, and we headed to the hospital.
When we got the hospital, they did some test and it appeared we were going home. As much as we hated wasting a trip to the hospital, we were glad Kennedy was going to get a little more time to “cook”. Just about the time they were going to unhook Joy, and we were going to head home, the contractions started back, and they decided going home wasn’t the best option. They kept us overnight so the doctors from ROC could look at her in the morning.
We spoke with two different doctors Monday morning, and the outlook for KC was really bad. The doctors had prepared us for the real possibility that Kennedy would not make it. A girl, only 33 weeks with a condition called Hydrops, a bad heart, and Down syndrome did not have a very good chance to make it. Joy and I cried on each other .We had not given up on our girl, but we were finally letting the reality that she may not make it sink in. It was one of the three times throughout the pregnancy that doctors had basically told us that it was very likely she wouldn’t make it.
They gave Joy a couple doses of steroids to mature Kennedy’s lungs, and get her ready to deliver on Tuesday. Inside the womb was rapidly becoming a dangerous place for Kennedy so they wanted to get her out for her best fighting chance.
The delivery was by the far the easiest of all three of our girls (easy for me to say). KC was here in a matter of minutes. We got to be close to Kennedy for a few seconds. It felt like 5, but it was probably closer to 30. They quickly rushed her to the NICU, where they needed to perform a bunch of test on her. They had her for about 45 minutes before we got any word back. It seemed like hours waiting to hear reports on our sweet girl. For the few seconds we saw her, everything looked perfect, but we sat there waiting, knowing that the news might not be good. Finally the doctor from the NICU came in. She stood there for a few seconds (it seemed like minutes) before she finally said, “She is doing really good, Dad you want to come back and take a look at her with me?”
I was able to stay with her for about an hour. I have never felt as much emotion as I did in that hour. The cardiologist came over me to talk about her heart immediately when I got in there, the same cardiologist who told Joy and me less than 24 hours before that she would almost certainly need heart surgery in the first month of her life. I didn’t hear what he said the first time he said it, because I was soaking in these first few seconds with my daughter. I think he knew that I didn’t hear him, because he started telling me again. He explained to me that her heart looks really good. He told me that her heart had some minor problems that will likely fix themselves over time. He said “The problems we were seeing in the womb, simply don’t exist.” Kennedy quite possibly will never need heart surgery at all.
I wept. I was simply in awe of God. God was more real to me in that minute, than ever before in my entire life. He has healed her heart. The God of the universe healed my baby girl’s heart. Thank you God for Kennedy Claire, and her beautiful heart.
This is not to say that we are completely out of the woods. She is 2 months premature, so there are still risks. We are still probably weeks from being able to hold her, and longer until we can get her home. But today, we will rest easy knowing that our God has placed his healing hand on our girl.
Daddy loves you sweet Kennedy, we are so thankful you are here.