Logan's Heart Journey: Our First Taste of Spring

Monday, May 9, 2011

Our First Taste of Spring

It is raining and cold today, but we did get our first taste of Spring last week (we really wish it would stay).
Logan thought he literally needed to "taste" Spring- I think he decided the dirt didn't taste like chocolate!

When people ask me how Logan is doing now I don't hesitate to say "Great." Before I always wanted to say say fine, but....... there was always a but. Now I feel like we are in a really good spot. He is "pink," he is chord free during the day, and he is happy and growing like a weed. We are thrilled and plan on enjoying this time to its fullest!
Happy Spring!

2 comments:

RachelMay 10, 2011 at 12:30 PM
I LOVE to see this sweet face and know that he is doing GREAT!
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StaceyMay 11, 2011 at 11:14 PM
Looking good, Logan! Love those rosy cheeks!
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The Day I Became A Heart Mother

One day my world came crashing down,
I'll never be the same.
They told me that my baby was sick.
I thought, "Am I to blame?"
I don't think I can handle this.
I am really not that strong.
It seemed my heart was breaking.
I have loved him for so long.
I will not give up on this child.
I will listen to your advice.
I will give my son any chance
No matter what the price.
I will learn all I need
To help my baby thrive.
I'll even use that feeding tube,
My child must survive!
Will he need a lot of therapy?
Will he gain the needed weight?
Please God, help me do this.
As I accept our fate.
When the monitors beep at night,
it serves as my reminder.
How many parents would love that sound,
Tomorrow I will be kinder.
As another Angels earns his wings,
I run to my baby's bed.
I watch him sleep for quite a while,
I bend down and kiss his head.
I cry for the parents whose hearts have broken.
I look to You wondering why?
Oh Lord, I just can't know your ways...
no matter how I try.
And yet, I trust you hold his life,
and guide us through each day.
My mind says savor each moment he's here,
but my heart begs, "PLEASE let him stay!"
From pacing the surgical waiting room,
to sitting by his bed.
From wishing for a good nights sleep,
to learning every med.
From wondering, "Will he be alright?"
to watching him reach out his hands.
With every smile my heart just melts,
despite life's harsh demands.
For all who see that faded line.
I look to them and smile.
You see my child is loved so much,
I would face ANY trial.
That scar I trace with my finger
(It's the door to his beautiful heart).
God must have known how much I'd love him
(Just as He loved him from the start).
A heart mom is always a heart mom.
Now wise beyone her years.
For those who have angels in heaven,
Our hearts share in all of your tears.
Every day I will try and remember,
I was chosen for him (and no other).
I will always embrace that beautiful day....
When I became a "Heart Mother."
- Stephanie Husted
Mommy to Braeden HLHS