Going Down Different Roads in Adventures of New baby and family

There’s a family on fb that I have been following as they grew up in the city I’m from. My heart goes out to them....they had a post tonight that there 6 month old passed away due to congenital heart disease. Half of his heart didn’t develop properly. They found it on the last ultrasound before he was born and prepared for him. He had to endure several surgeries to even survive to 6 months and the last one was too much for the little guy. That little guy and mine were less than a month apart.

On the flip side there’s mine..... if statistics was to be followed he shouldn’t be here. He was checked, rechecked and rechecked over and over. I knew every inch of him. They knew every inch of him. The angst about whether he would survive week by week. It being out of your hands all around this time last year.

Here I sit with my almost 7 month old sleeping in the background with nothing more than clubbed feet. Otherwise he’s a happy (sort of since he’s teething) healthy, little guy that is thriving.

The world is cruel.... Miracles happen and others are not as lucky. Not saying they didn’t fight or that it wasn’t a miracle he survived for that long. Its just the cards that are dealt sometimes. You hope for the best, prepare for the worst and cherish what you have.