I've attempted to write this blog three different times and have not been able to finish a single one. While I am overwhelmed by God's grace and mercy, my heart aches at the pain and suffering we endured exactly one year ago today. That's right, today we are celebrating Easton's Heart-iversary. One year ago, Stephen and I held on to each other, in tears, as we watched Easton's surgical team carry him off, at a mere five months old. At five months of age, our sweet baby boy had his heart operated on and his heart put on a bypass machine during a ten hour operation, as the surgeons tirelessly worked to make improvements for his overall quality of life. I remember sitting across from Dr. Fraser (after the surgery) feeling confused and overwhelmed by his words of it being such a difficult and grueling operation and just have to wait and see how Easton's body responded to the changes. Oh how my momma heart ached then and even more so as we made the daunting walk to the CVICU. They left his chest "open" (covered by a special bandage but still able to see more than any one would ever care to see) due to the swelling and inflammation of his little heart. I wasn't prepared to see him looking so lifeless in the shell of the same body that was laughing and rolling around just earlier on in the day. I couldn't bare the sight and had to walk away. Even now, the pain is still real, it's tangible, it never gets easier. Easton was a very sick little boy but God decided that he wasn't done writing Easton's story, and He still isn't. (Praise God!)
Easton is our hallelujah (along with Bennett but this post is devoted to EB). He is our daily dose of God's goodness and sweet reminder to live life abundantly. The laughs, the tears, the smiles, and the tantrums (yes, all of them), are a treasure. On our toughest of days, I can hear that sweet "mama" being uttered out of his mouth and it be a moment to bring me to my knees, out of sheer thankfulness for our boy's life. A life we weren't sure he'd get to live but how grateful we are that God isn't done with his story yet. I'm humbled beyond belief that Easton is ours. The pain and agony of his diagnosis and future is nothing I would ever want for anyone to experience, BUT God has used Easton to teach us and others about so many things. Our Easton Bauer has brought more people to prayer (even us); he has touched the lives of so many people at a mere 17 months of age. I've been so blessed by so many--near/far, friends/strangers, by your genuinely expressed love, care, support, and concern for our little boy. For that, thank you.
To the little cotton headed, blue eyed, string bean little boy that first made me a momma, you have not left us wanting for much (other than complete healing of your little heart)! We praise and pray for Easton and for his heart, for healing, for the opportunities that await him, for the testimony his life is and continues to be. May today we laugh a little more freely, love a little bigger, and be genuinely thankful for the breath that fills our lungs. Happy one year heartiversary, our Easton Bauer❤️❤️
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