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Thursday, April 22, 2010
Children's Cardiomyopathy Foundation Awareness Project
Cardiomyopathy or heart failure is just one type of congenital heart defect that a child can have. The scary thing is that some cardiomyopathy is congenital (meaning that a child is born with it), but sometimes a perfectly healthy child, born with a perfectly healthy heart can acquire heart failure as a result of a virus. As a sidenote, Julia, featured in this montage, did receive her heart transplant. She was transplanted a little before AnnaSophia, and we got to meet her and her mom during Cardiac Clinic at Denver Children's Hospital.
HINT: To hear the video montage without interference from the blog's music, just scroll down and mute the music.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Refocused
I am very sorry to all who have been checking our blog, and found that there have been no new posts. I have received emails and phone calls from people wondering how AnnaSophia and our family have been. I honestly needed a time of reflection and refocusing. I have felt it necessary to pull inward, focus on the Lord and my family. I have asked the Lord, "Where do I go from here? What do I do next?" I waited...and waited...and joined Facebook. Oh dear!
Actually, Congenital Heart Defect awareness has been so heavy on my heart. It's something that I HAVE to do. Like I need air to breathe and water to drink, I need people to know about the number one birth defect. I need people to know that Congenital Heart Defects kill more children than all childhood cancers put together. I need people to know how underfunded this cause is. For every dollar that is donated to the American Heart Association, only one penny goes to CHDs. This is unacceptable!!! When 1 out of 100 births results in a baby born with a heart defect, there should be money pouring into the AHA specifically to help fund research in this area. Plain and simple: MONEY=RESEARCH=CURE. At this point, doctors don't even have a clear understanding as to the cause of CHDs.
Locally, I have become part of a group called Mended Little Hearts. This is a support group started by some amazing moms of children with CHDs, who want to be able to provide support to families affected by childhood heart disease and to raise awareness to the general public. I encourage anyone who has a child with a heart defect, or any family that would like to provide support in a "mentor" capacity to contact Melissa or Alicia via http://www.thebeatgoesonmlh.blogspot.com/. We still need families to join so that we can become a chapter in our own right.
FAMILY UPDATE:
AnnaSophia has been doing well. She turned 2 December 31st, 2009, and she is such a joy. She loves princesses, babies and horses. AnnaSophia talks daily of wanting to sleep in Cinderella's castle. One day, sweetheart, you just might get your wish. January, unfortunately, brought illness to our house like never before. Ethan battled pneumonia, Emily was sick several times, and ultimately, AnnaSophia got sick. Not just a little sick-the entire household was flying the white flag.
AnnaSophia had a high fever, oxygen sats in the high 70's to low 80's, and ended up back on oxygen. That was not fun. Try to keep oxygen on a two year old. We put the cannula on her stuffed animals and her princesses. There was absolutely no convincing her-she just wouldn't wear it. Finally, Ethan came up with the idea of taking a paper cup and inserting the cannula into it. We made a homemade blow-by mask and cranked up her O2. Congratulations Ethan! Your invention worked like a charm!
All is well now. We are still watching AnnaSophia closely for signs of rejection, as that can happen after a bout with illness. We continue to pray that her immune system was not revved up too much and that her heart is "safe". Thank you to everyone who has prayed for and stayed in contact with our family. We appreciate it more than words can express.
Actually, Congenital Heart Defect awareness has been so heavy on my heart. It's something that I HAVE to do. Like I need air to breathe and water to drink, I need people to know about the number one birth defect. I need people to know that Congenital Heart Defects kill more children than all childhood cancers put together. I need people to know how underfunded this cause is. For every dollar that is donated to the American Heart Association, only one penny goes to CHDs. This is unacceptable!!! When 1 out of 100 births results in a baby born with a heart defect, there should be money pouring into the AHA specifically to help fund research in this area. Plain and simple: MONEY=RESEARCH=CURE. At this point, doctors don't even have a clear understanding as to the cause of CHDs.
Locally, I have become part of a group called Mended Little Hearts. This is a support group started by some amazing moms of children with CHDs, who want to be able to provide support to families affected by childhood heart disease and to raise awareness to the general public. I encourage anyone who has a child with a heart defect, or any family that would like to provide support in a "mentor" capacity to contact Melissa or Alicia via http://www.thebeatgoesonmlh.blogspot.com/. We still need families to join so that we can become a chapter in our own right.
FAMILY UPDATE:
AnnaSophia has been doing well. She turned 2 December 31st, 2009, and she is such a joy. She loves princesses, babies and horses. AnnaSophia talks daily of wanting to sleep in Cinderella's castle. One day, sweetheart, you just might get your wish. January, unfortunately, brought illness to our house like never before. Ethan battled pneumonia, Emily was sick several times, and ultimately, AnnaSophia got sick. Not just a little sick-the entire household was flying the white flag.
AnnaSophia had a high fever, oxygen sats in the high 70's to low 80's, and ended up back on oxygen. That was not fun. Try to keep oxygen on a two year old. We put the cannula on her stuffed animals and her princesses. There was absolutely no convincing her-she just wouldn't wear it. Finally, Ethan came up with the idea of taking a paper cup and inserting the cannula into it. We made a homemade blow-by mask and cranked up her O2. Congratulations Ethan! Your invention worked like a charm!
All is well now. We are still watching AnnaSophia closely for signs of rejection, as that can happen after a bout with illness. We continue to pray that her immune system was not revved up too much and that her heart is "safe". Thank you to everyone who has prayed for and stayed in contact with our family. We appreciate it more than words can express.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Congential Heart Defects Montage
While visiting our friend's blog, Keeping Up With the Younger's, I came across this montage that Mindy had posted. Lauren, who created this montage, did so to raise awareness about Congenital Heart Defects. I have watched this beautiful video several times, and it never ceases to move me. It brings back so many memories of our journey with AnnaSophia. Lauren did an amazing job of putting a face on CHD's. CHD's are real, they are common, and affect many, many families. I never imagined that we would ever have a child with a birth defect, let alone a Congenital Heart Defect. I hope that this video moves you as much as it has me. Please click on the link to the side of our blog labeled Congenital Heart Defects Montage.
Mary
Mary
Saturday, September 26, 2009
New times, new hope
The last several months have been very difficult. I have found it hard to blog as the words just never came easily. It's not that AnnaSophia has been sick. She is doing really well. She is amazing! She is showing no signs of rejection, and God healed her from the CMV that reared it's ugly head a few months ago--without medication. God is so good!
I guess I was not really prepared for how our lives would be changed. We all know that a new baby changes our lives, but none of us were prepared for having a very sick baby with severe cardiac defects. We were not prepared for, and would have never chosen, the hard times our family went through.
When the children and I came home from Denver for good, I didn't know what to expect. Somehow, I knew that it was not going to work to pick up where we left off, like we had just come home from an extended vacation. Things were different. Our life was now different. Steve and I both had our times when we just had to deal with our emotions. We were operating in crisis mode for so long, that we pushed some of our emotions aside, because we just didn't have time to spend hashing things through in our minds. After we were all home, those times came without warning.
For me, I was dealing with a lot of sadness over the realization that in the past year, we lost our church and most of our friends associated with that church. God has blessed us with a new church family, Grace Community Church, who have been absolutely wonderful, but the scars that were left behind from our previous church had affected me more deeply than I cared to admit.
In addition to our church situation, I realized that one of my best friends had completely abandoned our friendship during my long stay in Denver. She never once visited AnnaSophia and I in the five months we were in Denver. I received very few calls of support or concern from her. In the back of my mind, I knew something was not right, but when AnnaSophia was fighting for her life daily, it did not seem important at the time.
Other friends clearly did not understand our situation, and we have been admonished for being "overprotective" about AnnaSophia's health. I do not want to have to apologize for rearranging a play date, because someone's child or children are coughing and have snotty noses. For people who have perfectly healthy children, a cold is nothing to worry about, but for a heart transplant baby, a cold could cause her to become very ill and reject. I patiently explain each time someone doesn't understand, and most people do, but others think we are just being difficult. These are the people who just don't "get it".
When the dust settled, and we got somewhat situated at home, we still had a lot of work to do in caring for some of the special needs of our children. I spent a lot of time working on and praying about Ethan's school for the next school year. I made the very difficult choice to put him in a public school with a wonderful autism program. Ethan clearly needed services that Steve and I just couldn't afford privately. But even this decision did not come without friends weighing in and telling us that we had "given up" on homeschooling. He has also needed to continually be under the care of his doctors in Denver. God has blessed us, and Ethan is doing really well. He is growing so much, and his teachers are so impressed with how smart he is. God has blessed us and put in motion all that Ethan has needed, including wonderful Christian teachers who pray for him daily.
While Ethan is going to public school, I have chosen to continue homeschooling Emily. My sweet daughter has been sandwiched between two siblings who require a tremendous amount of care, and sometimes get a lot of attention--not all of it good. This time that we have had together has been wonderful! We have grown so much closer, and she is growing spiritually by leaps and bounds. She has such a wonderful, kind and loving spirit.
Unfortunately, she was having trouble reading, so we made an appointment with the eye doctor. She definitely needed glasses, but we were also told that she is having a terrible time tracking. The bottom line: Emily needs vision therapy. Vision Therapy??? Are you kidding??? And does my insurance pay for that? Big fat NO is the answer to the last question. We have gotten two estimates from two different vision therapy places and both are over $1000 dollars. Our case manager for our insurance company said that she knows that I'm a mom who will sacrifice a lot to do what is best for my child. Guilt, guilt, guilt. Emily absolutely needs vision therapy, and I will always figure out a way to provide for my children, but for right now, vision therapy is on the back shelf. I am praying that the Lord will make a way, and I know that the Lord is always faithful.
My faith has been tested, but grown stronger. Our family grows closer together and closer to the Lord. AnnaSophia was playing tea party by herself one day. She laid out all of her tea cups and plates and spoons. She carefully put her play food on the plates, then clasped her hands together, and closed her eyes and said "Pray". It was only after she prayed that she poured her pretend tea. I was touched by her innocence and sweetness. It takes moments like this to put everything into perspective. Pray and come to the Lord with the uncomplicated faith of a child.
The Lord has pruned us. He has sifted us. The bad things for us have been removed, making for a healthier family. We are now able to grow and bear fruit with distractions removed. This year has been very difficult, but the Lord continues to bless us. My friendship with Torry, my dear sister in Christ, has grown so deep, and I am so thankful for her. As we continue to deal with the stuff that life doles out, we listen, share and encourage. Sometimes, I have felt like a ship without a rudder this year, because a lot of things that I felt were solid and good, the Lord took away. But the Lord has put better things in place. I trust my life, my family and my future with Him, and I look forward to a new school year and new hope for the life that He has planned for us.
I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.
John 15:5
Mary
I guess I was not really prepared for how our lives would be changed. We all know that a new baby changes our lives, but none of us were prepared for having a very sick baby with severe cardiac defects. We were not prepared for, and would have never chosen, the hard times our family went through.
When the children and I came home from Denver for good, I didn't know what to expect. Somehow, I knew that it was not going to work to pick up where we left off, like we had just come home from an extended vacation. Things were different. Our life was now different. Steve and I both had our times when we just had to deal with our emotions. We were operating in crisis mode for so long, that we pushed some of our emotions aside, because we just didn't have time to spend hashing things through in our minds. After we were all home, those times came without warning.
For me, I was dealing with a lot of sadness over the realization that in the past year, we lost our church and most of our friends associated with that church. God has blessed us with a new church family, Grace Community Church, who have been absolutely wonderful, but the scars that were left behind from our previous church had affected me more deeply than I cared to admit.
In addition to our church situation, I realized that one of my best friends had completely abandoned our friendship during my long stay in Denver. She never once visited AnnaSophia and I in the five months we were in Denver. I received very few calls of support or concern from her. In the back of my mind, I knew something was not right, but when AnnaSophia was fighting for her life daily, it did not seem important at the time.
Other friends clearly did not understand our situation, and we have been admonished for being "overprotective" about AnnaSophia's health. I do not want to have to apologize for rearranging a play date, because someone's child or children are coughing and have snotty noses. For people who have perfectly healthy children, a cold is nothing to worry about, but for a heart transplant baby, a cold could cause her to become very ill and reject. I patiently explain each time someone doesn't understand, and most people do, but others think we are just being difficult. These are the people who just don't "get it".
When the dust settled, and we got somewhat situated at home, we still had a lot of work to do in caring for some of the special needs of our children. I spent a lot of time working on and praying about Ethan's school for the next school year. I made the very difficult choice to put him in a public school with a wonderful autism program. Ethan clearly needed services that Steve and I just couldn't afford privately. But even this decision did not come without friends weighing in and telling us that we had "given up" on homeschooling. He has also needed to continually be under the care of his doctors in Denver. God has blessed us, and Ethan is doing really well. He is growing so much, and his teachers are so impressed with how smart he is. God has blessed us and put in motion all that Ethan has needed, including wonderful Christian teachers who pray for him daily.
While Ethan is going to public school, I have chosen to continue homeschooling Emily. My sweet daughter has been sandwiched between two siblings who require a tremendous amount of care, and sometimes get a lot of attention--not all of it good. This time that we have had together has been wonderful! We have grown so much closer, and she is growing spiritually by leaps and bounds. She has such a wonderful, kind and loving spirit.
Unfortunately, she was having trouble reading, so we made an appointment with the eye doctor. She definitely needed glasses, but we were also told that she is having a terrible time tracking. The bottom line: Emily needs vision therapy. Vision Therapy??? Are you kidding??? And does my insurance pay for that? Big fat NO is the answer to the last question. We have gotten two estimates from two different vision therapy places and both are over $1000 dollars. Our case manager for our insurance company said that she knows that I'm a mom who will sacrifice a lot to do what is best for my child. Guilt, guilt, guilt. Emily absolutely needs vision therapy, and I will always figure out a way to provide for my children, but for right now, vision therapy is on the back shelf. I am praying that the Lord will make a way, and I know that the Lord is always faithful.
My faith has been tested, but grown stronger. Our family grows closer together and closer to the Lord. AnnaSophia was playing tea party by herself one day. She laid out all of her tea cups and plates and spoons. She carefully put her play food on the plates, then clasped her hands together, and closed her eyes and said "Pray". It was only after she prayed that she poured her pretend tea. I was touched by her innocence and sweetness. It takes moments like this to put everything into perspective. Pray and come to the Lord with the uncomplicated faith of a child.
The Lord has pruned us. He has sifted us. The bad things for us have been removed, making for a healthier family. We are now able to grow and bear fruit with distractions removed. This year has been very difficult, but the Lord continues to bless us. My friendship with Torry, my dear sister in Christ, has grown so deep, and I am so thankful for her. As we continue to deal with the stuff that life doles out, we listen, share and encourage. Sometimes, I have felt like a ship without a rudder this year, because a lot of things that I felt were solid and good, the Lord took away. But the Lord has put better things in place. I trust my life, my family and my future with Him, and I look forward to a new school year and new hope for the life that He has planned for us.
I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.
John 15:5
Mary
Friday, July 10, 2009
One year ago today
One year ago today was the day I received a call that there was a heart for AnnaSophia. For three weeks, it was the moment we had been waiting for. AnnaSophia was so sick, she was at severe risk for sudden cardiac death. I had just finished eating dinner at Ronald McDonald House, and had returned to our room to prepare AnnaSophia for bed. My phone rang and it was Dee Dee with transplant. I couldn't believe that the moment had come. I was so thankful, but also scared to death. There was no turning back. She needed a good heart, and she would surely die if she didn't receive one.
As I waited nervously in the CICU with AnnaSophia for Steve to arrive, my thoughts turned to the family on the other end of this transplant. I told Steve that we needed to pray for this family, because I couldn't imagine what circumstances led up to someone elses child dying. We were thankful for the hope that we now had for our daughter, but at the same time, very cognizant of the pain that this other family was experiencing.
As we celebrate AnnaSophia's one year heart anniversary, the one word that describes how Steve and I feel is thankful. The experiences of this past year have changed us. I take pictures of the children like crazy now. (You probably wouldn't know by the fact that I still haven't figured out how to post slideshows to our blog.) I am thankful for everyday that our family has together. Steve reminded me tonight of how many little things remind him of AnnaSophia around our home: the smudge on our mirror where AnnaSophia was kissing herself, the cheerios she put down our bedroom vent, the Barney DVD case she was carrying around after dinner. These are simple little things, but so extremely precious to us. The funeral we attended yesterday reminded us that we really don't know how much time we will have with her. She has been given a second chance at life, because of a selfless decision that the Hibbert family made. Everyday is a gift, and we feel extremely blessed and grateful as we remember our journey of the past year.
Mary and Steve
As I waited nervously in the CICU with AnnaSophia for Steve to arrive, my thoughts turned to the family on the other end of this transplant. I told Steve that we needed to pray for this family, because I couldn't imagine what circumstances led up to someone elses child dying. We were thankful for the hope that we now had for our daughter, but at the same time, very cognizant of the pain that this other family was experiencing.
As we celebrate AnnaSophia's one year heart anniversary, the one word that describes how Steve and I feel is thankful. The experiences of this past year have changed us. I take pictures of the children like crazy now. (You probably wouldn't know by the fact that I still haven't figured out how to post slideshows to our blog.) I am thankful for everyday that our family has together. Steve reminded me tonight of how many little things remind him of AnnaSophia around our home: the smudge on our mirror where AnnaSophia was kissing herself, the cheerios she put down our bedroom vent, the Barney DVD case she was carrying around after dinner. These are simple little things, but so extremely precious to us. The funeral we attended yesterday reminded us that we really don't know how much time we will have with her. She has been given a second chance at life, because of a selfless decision that the Hibbert family made. Everyday is a gift, and we feel extremely blessed and grateful as we remember our journey of the past year.
Mary and Steve
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