Journey to Transplant: Part 3

Some of my memories are a little fuzzy from the emotions and trauma of it all, but please bear with me as I try to share our story. After almost losing Emma that September night in Spokane, we were very shaken up and weren't sure what to expect next. The doctors plans were to try to get as much fluid off Emma as possible, in hopes of getting rid of the fluid that had built up around her lungs. The hope was that doing so would help her heart function improve. But as time went on (which hours felt like days back then...) it became clear that there were more issues than just the fluid on the lungs. Her heart was very enlarged and the right ventricle was really struggling to do the work of the entire heart.

We never expected her heart to start failing so soon. After the hybrid went well, we thought we were in the clear, at least for awhile. We had read so many success stories of kids with HLHS. There is a series of surgeries (Norwood, Glenn, and Fontan), to help an HLHS child live with only half of a heart. But it turned out that Emma's heart just couldn't handle it. The initial plan was to continue monitoring her heart to see if it improved with the new meds she was on, and they also scheduled a cath for Tuesday (5 days after being admitted) to go in and see if there was anything that needed to be ballooned or stented. They wanted to try to get her more stable before the cath and on echo it didn't look like there would be anything they could do.

In the meantime the doctors starting talking to us about options. We basically had two options: comfort care or transplant evaluation. There wasn't even a choice in our minds. Of course we would go for a transplant. We were willing to do whatever it took to give our baby a chance at life. The day she was born we were given the choice to let her die, and we chose to proceed with a very risky surgery, because it gave her a chance at life. We knew that her life was in God's hands and He knew the number of her days. It's not up to us to decide that. Yes, she could have died in that very first surgery, but she didn't for a reason. So likewise, as we proceeded towards transplant we did so with the understanding that she might never make it, but no matter what, her life is in God's hands. We believe that Emma will live no matter what, either here on earth, or in heaven with our heavenly Father.

So Emma's fight continued. In the days leading up to the cath, we began pushing to get transferred to Seattle for transplant evaluation. Some of the doctors were supportive and others weren't. But we knew we needed to get to Seattle, because she needed to be somewhere with a pediatric transplant center. The day of the cath came and they were 98% sure that there would be no intervention that they could do. But we said that no matter the outcome, we still wanted to be transferred and get a second opinion. It turned out that there actually was some narrowing, which was a good thing, because there was something they could fix! They placed a stent in her aortic arch and although Emma did not show immediate improvement, that improved blood flow would help her get through the next several weeks.

At some point after cath, Emma had another heart episode. Her heart rate started dropping rapidly and her eyes rolled back in her head. It looked like she seized. This was so scary, especially since she was already intubated at this point. It was another one of those terrifying moments that you never want to experience. After that, it was unclear whether these episodes she was having had to do with her heart, or if they were seizures. So then began the 24 hour eeg to watch brain activity and check for seizures. They also went ahead and started her on anti-seizure medication...because if it was a seizure, her heart and body couldn't take much more trauma like that. It ended up showing that she didn't have any seizures in that 24 hour period and everything looked okay. So it must've been her heart. The team in Spokane tried to get her extubated for transport...but that didn't work.

Monday morning, the day after Emma turned 4 months old, we left for Seattle. That day was so full of emotions. We were headed to Seattle to have Emma evaluated for transplant, knowing that this was her last chance. That was terrifying. Mickey and Emma flew with Medstar and I drove. I knew that Mickey would handle dealing with a new hospital/new team better and I wanted to be able to stop and pump milk if I needed to...I also really appreciated the time in the car to process my emotions and pray. As an introvert, I really needed some space from everything and all the people. It was so hard to leave Sacred Heart though. The team there had become like family and the hospital felt like home. I went back to the Ronald McDonald house and packed up. They knew the situation and told me not to worry about cleaning the room and just to get on the road. It meant the world to me for them to give me that extra time to get to Seattle to be with Mickey and Emma. They also gave me restaurant and gas giftcards for the trip. I was in tears because of everything...all of the emotions of the day, as well as the amazing kindness I was being shown. I stopped at the Dutch Bros to get some caffeine to get me through the trip. I ordered and paid and then the barista asked what I was doing today. So I told her. "My daughter is being lifeflighted to Seattle to be evaluated for transplant, so I'm driving there to meet her." I'm sure that barista must have been a bit shocked... I don't even remember what she said. I just remember that she was so sweet and gave me two fully stamped punch cards to use when we got back. So many acts of kindness carried me through that day, and have also carried us through the past 16 months. I stand amazed as I look back and am reminded of all of the love we've been shown.

I got to Seattle and had no idea where I was going, but was able to meet up with Mickey in the CICU. I had milk in hand, so they could restart Emma's feeds. In the process of transport, milk was forgotten, so Emma had to go a few hours without it until I could get there. Then I said hi to my baby girl and met her nurse. I had only been there for a few minutes before Mickey and I were taken back to a conference room to speak with the heart transplant doctor on duty. They had evaluated Emma's scans and cath results and not only was her heart function very poor, but she also had a leaky valve. They were certain that a transplant was her only option at this point. After talking with the doctor for quite a while and asking many questions, we signed paperwork and the transplant evaluation began.

It was a weeklong process, but it felt so much longer. She had to have more scans done and many blood tests, and we had lots of paperwork to read through and fill out. But what made it so long was wondering if she would be approved. There had been a couple doctors she had seen previously who had told us that she might not make it onto the transplant list. This put a lot of fear in our minds that I wish we wouldn't have had. But it also pushed us to rely on God that much more. During that transplant evaluation week, Emma began making improvements and was able to be extubated! Being on milrinone to help her heart pump was helping so much. It wasn’t enough to fix anything, but just to give her body a break for a little while. The day finally came when we got word that she was listed 1A (top priority) on the transplant list! We were overjoyed!! Of course we didn’t want her to have to have a transplant at all, but since that was her only hope, we were thrilled that this was one step closer to her getting a second chance at life.

Since Emma had stabilized and showed so much improvement, we figured she would be okay waiting months for a heart. They had told us of a child in a similar situation who waited a year, but another child in a similar situation who waited only 24 hours. The average wait time was 3 months. So we began our wait. It was so strange waking up every day not knowing if today would be the day…that became more true the more time had passed. In the meantime we enjoyed the days together. Mickey went back to work during the week and came back over for the weekends. That meant he was 7 hours away from us most of the time, so we really looked forward to the weekends. 3 weeks passed.

 Then one weekend my mom and older sister came to visit us. That weekend Emma started throwing up a lot. We figured it was just her normal response to them increasing her calories. The nurse that weekend told us that it could also be a sign of heart failure. But I was sure it was just because they had increased the fortifying formula to increase her calories. My mom and Elizabeth left on Sunday to go back home and Mickey left on Sunday to go to a military training in Georgia. The nurse who had been on that weekend went home and a new nurse took over. That’s when things got really bad. The weekend nurse was exactly right. All the vomiting was a sign of worsening heart failure. I guess I just didn’t want that to be true. But that evening Emma was throwing up even more. She was absolutely miserable. She was having trouble keeping her sats up, and she started letting out these horrific screams of pain. That night there was talk of intubating her. They ended up trying cpap instead and then going back to highflow because she hated cpap so much.

On Tuesday, the doctor, transplant coordinator, and social worker came in to talk to me. I knew it wasn’t good. The transplant doctor was preparing me for the fact that Emma wasn’t going to make it much longer, and they were running out of options for her. They were going to try another cath to see if they could open up her aortic arch anymore to help with blood flow. They planned to intubate, sedate, and paralyze her in order to take as much work off the heart as possible. They also expanded the search region and the size of heart they were willing to accept, because they knew that Emma might only have a few days left to live. Mickey got on a flight back to Seattle that day. He got to hear her voice a little bit and see her smile before she was intubated and sedated. He was so excited to see her and Emma was so happy to see her daddy again. We didn’t know if we would ever see her smile again after that. Thursday morning they intubated her and started the sedation and paralytic. They wanted her to stay as calm as possible and we weren’t even allowed to turn on Frozen for her, because they were worried the sounds might stimulate her too much.

That Friday Emma went back to the cath lab. We were so nervous because of all the risks associated with this procedure. One of the major risks was that if they ballooned or stented, it would stop the blood flow for a second and could potentially stop her heart, due to her anatomy and heart function at the time. They weren’t sure she would be able to recover from her heart stopping, even just for a few seconds. We spent so much time praying and just clinging to God. Eventually we received word that they were done and Emma was doing okay. Praise the Lord!! The doctor told us that he was able to place another stent and in doing so created a better curve of the aortic arch to help with the blood flow. They expected this to help her improve, at least for awhile.

On Saturday, the Heart Transplant Doctor told us that her heart function hadn’t improved as much as they expected or wanted but they were going to give her just a relaxing day without any changes. That day, my sister was there visiting us and doing what she could to help out but really, nothing short of a heart transplant was going to help. We just spent time with Emma, trying to cherish every moment. As we came back from ordering pizza for lunch, the doctor walked into the room. This seemed odd to us, since they weren’t planning on making any changes that day. He then told us that they were accepting a heart for her – but with much hesitation because it was a high risk heart.

Just a little update

We keep thinking that life will slow down and yet it never seems to! So instead of putting off writing because I'm too busy, I'm going to write a quick update on our lives right now.

We are currently living with my parents who have been so gracious and hospitable. Even though we didn't leave our apartment on the best of circumstances (the flooding kind of led to a phase of chaos for us), it's been really nice to have the extra time with my parents. It's been especially good for Emma to have the extra attention from grandparents when they aren't working. :) Right now Emma is doing really well health-wise. She has her "normal", which is much different than the average persons normal. She is still on 8 meds/supplements 3 times a day, has to have vitals checked daily, has to have blood draws every couple of weeks, and has multiple appointments a week (doctors, dieticians, therapists) including a monthly trip to Seattle. We also deal with stomach upsets and diaper blowouts almost daily because of her medications. We are pretty used to the routine of it all, and it feels fairly normal to us. But it can still be exhausting. There are times that I hate the fact that she'll never get to live a "normal" life. But on the flip side, I am so completely grateful that she's alive at all, and she really does seem to enjoy life right now! If I stop and think about it, it all seems somewhat unreal. It just seems like a whirlwind has happened since she's been born. We expected to have a healthy baby and take her home and begin life as a family of three! Instead we had a baby who was born missing half of her heart, thought we would lose her, and then ended up spending most of her first year of life in the hospital, and she ended up receiving the heart of another child who had lost their life. It's just hard to fully grasp all that has happened in the past 16 months. Needless to say, I often struggle to even understand my emotions. But overall Emma is doing well, and she is loving life! She knows how to crawl and she crawls everywhere, even up steps! She recently learned how to pull herself up to standing and cruise along furniture, and she's been having fun getting around that way. She says lots of new words everyday. Some of her words are dada, mama, doggy (oggy), kitty, Minnie (mimi), hot, hi, baba (grandpa), papa, nana. Plus she knows "all done", "more", "please", "eat", "ball", "milk", and "music" in sign language. :) Emma loves to read books and listen/dance to music! She also loves to play with the doggies and has recently discovered how fun it is to share her food with them! She also really loves her Minnie Mouse doll now and if she doesn't know where Minnie is she will try to find her and then give her a hug. It's so sweet. :)

Mickey is on dayshift at work now which has been really nice. He used to be on swing shift and we didn't get to spend the evenings with him. Now he gets to come home and spend time with us after work, which has been a blessing! I'm getting ready to start working a little bit to help with bills. Money has been so tight ever since Emma was born. There were just so many unexpected expenses, but the hardest part was the time off from work, especially since I had to quit my job to be with Emma in the hospital. That was the best decision for our family at the time, but we are entering a new phase of life and I've been praying about other ways to help with finances. We are also getting ready to buy a house and will hopefully close at the end of this month!

Transplant Clinic Day 9/12/16

Today was Emma's monthly transplant clinic day. She hadn't gone to sleep until after midnight so it was hard to wake up early. But we got up bright and early and got ready to go. We put wet/heat packs on her arms in preparation for her blood draw and drew up her 8am meds so we would have them ready. Then we headed to the hospital to check in.

Her blood draw was first. As soon as the phlebotomist put on the blue gloves Emma lost it. The whole thing was traumatizing as usual. She hates the whole experience, not just the poke. The first poke didn't go so well, but it did draw a tiny bit of blood. They were able to get the rest with the second poke which was good considering how hard of a stick she can be. 

Then we checked in for echo and clinic. Since we have to get the blood draw first because of timing and drug levels, she's always traumatized about everything else that happens after the blood draw. So she wasn't happy about echo. She eventually settled down and watched Mickey Mouse after she realized the echo didn't hurt her.  Then it was time for ekg, blood pressure, pulse ox, weight, and height. Emma wanted none of it! She kept signing "all done" and pushing things away from her. Poor baby has had enough, and isn't old enough to understand that all these tests are helping her stay healthy. 

Next we met with a transplant nurse coordinator, transplant pharmacist, and then the transplant Doctor.

Emma's BNP is higher than it should be, which could indicate some heart failure or rejection. But it wasn't high enough to be alarming, it's just something to be monitored. The doctor said that her heart function is not as good as it should be for someone her age. Her blood pressure was also high, so they'll be monitoring that as well. Because of this they'll be doing a cath in January, rather than waiting until Spring like they talked about last month. It's scary to think that something could be wrong, but we are thankful that it's nothing emergent at this time, and we are continuing to trust God with Emma's life. He knew the plan for her life before she was ever born! 

Some good news is that Emma only has two more weeks of her pulmonary hypertension medication and then she will be done with that! One more med down!! We were comparing her current med list of 10 medications and 3 med times to her med list when she first left the hospital of 24 medications and 8 med times and wondering when we ever slept or how we kept up with washing that many syringes!! But more than that, it's just a reminder of how amazing it is that she's alive! 

We are in the process of transitioning to two med times, which is exciting! It will mean no more midnight meds! So she'll get her transplant meds at 9am and 9am, and two other meds at 3pm.

Because the med times changed, she will have to get another blood draw next week to check drug levels, but hopefully it will go smoothly. 

On the way home we stopped to get Chick Fil A. It's Emma's favorite restaurant, so it's becoming our tradition to go there on our way home from the hospital, so she can get a special treat. :) Her favorite part was pushing the rolling highchair back and forth from the table, and dropping little pieces of food between the holes in the table. But she also enjoyed the food! ;)

The drive home went well until the last couple hours when she was just done with being in the car! This picture was taken during one of our stops when she just needed to get out and stretch and look out the window! 

Thank you for your prayers! We would appreciate continued prayers for Emma's health, specifically her heart function and blood pressure. 

Blessings to you all!

Journey to Transplant: Part 2

These memories can be difficult to write and I’m sure difficult to read for some. I’m not writing this to rehash painful memories. I’m writing it because I wasn’t able to last year. While we were going through this, the emotions were absolutely crippling and our undivided attention was on Emma. There was hardly ever time to write, and when there was time, the emotions were overwhelming. But I also want to write it because as I look back I see so many answered prayers and how God had His hand on Emma every step of the way.

After we brought Emma home from her gtube surgery. It seemed like things were going okay, she was just having a more difficult recovery from most. She was still swollen and in a lot of pain. So we were keeping her on pain meds around the clock. But we had to start reducing the stronger pain meds, because we were only given a small amount to get her through the worst of the pain. But then things got really got bad when we started reducing those pain meds. We were trying to wean them as instructed, but it felt like she just wouldn’t stop screaming in pain. So we tried to fill in the gaps with Tylenol, but that didn’t do much good. I remember at night waking up every hour to her screaming. Mickey and I weren’t getting any sleep. We were on the phone with the doctors every day. Emma’s sats were dropping and her weight was increasing (she was swelling). Her doctors thought that she was gaining really good weight because she finally had the gtube! But because her sats were dropping, they did have us slightly increase her diuretics.

As time went on things just kept getting a little bit worse. I remember on that Wednesday night (September 9^th) her oxygen saturations kept dropping into the 60’s (normally they were 70s-80s). We called the on call cardiologist and were told that she was fine as long as they were just dipping into the 60s but then coming back up. If they stayed in the 60s we were to put her on oxygen and take her in. Mickey and I were utterly exhausted at this point. We hadn’t had a decent nights sleep since before her gtube surgery. This night was just brutal. We had her hooked up to her pulse ox machine and it just kept alarming all night long. But her sats always recovered. So we never had to put her on oxygen. In addition to the alarm constantly going off, Emma was waking up every hour screaming in pain. We were staying on top of the Tylenol and ibuprofen, but that’s all we could do. We gave her the last dose of oxycodone. Earlier in the day we had scheduled an appt with the surgeon for the next day, because he didn’t understand why she was still in so much pain from the surgery.

So we got up Thursday morning and started getting ready to head to Spokane. Mickey was loading the car, while I pumped and watched Emma. She wouldn’t stop screaming. We put her in the car and hooked up the pulse ox. We kept her hooked up to her pulse ox monitor continuously at this point. Her sats were consistently staying in the low 60s so we pulled over and had to get her on oxygen. This was the first time we ever had to do this, so it was extremely scary. We talked about taking her to the ER in Lewiston, but we were told to just keep her on oxygen and get her to Spokane. Being on oxygen helped for a little bit, and we were able to make it up the hill. But then her sats started dropping again. Mickey and I knew we weren’t going to make it to Spokane and after Pullman and Colfax there are no more ER’s to stop at. So we made the decision to go to the Pullman ER and called them to let them know we were on our way. They called an ambulance to come meet us on the road. By the time the ambulance arrived, Emma’s sats were in the 40’s. She was crashing fast.

By the time they got us to the ER, my sister, who is a nurse, had called them to update them on Emma’s health history. Also the ER doctor on duty at the Pullman ER had called Sacred Heart to talk to them about Emma’s health history. It just so happened that the ER doctor on duty was the wife of the PICU intensivist on duty at Sacred Heart that day. So they were communicating about Emma and talking with her cardiologists as well. The MedStar helicopter was on the way. So when we got to the ER, they did an evaluation and worked to get her stabilized to fly. They did a chest xray which showed that she had fluid on her lungs. They couldn’t get an IV in her, so they had to do an IO because she was crashing. So they drilled two holes in her leg and got the IO in. It didn’t even bother her because she was unresponsive. It started to hurt her later as she started waking up again. It wasn’t too much longer before they had her ready to fly in the helicopter, but it felt like forever. Only one of us could fly with Emma, so Mickey drove and I flew. But I had to sit in the front seat, so I wasn’t able to see Emma. I was scared to death that she wouldn’t make it through the flight. I had no idea what was going on back there. The flight was beautiful, but it was hard to focus on the scenery when I was worried about my baby. The pilot was pointing out how close we were and I couldn’t hear him. I finally realized my headphones weren’t plugged in. So after that I was able to hear that things were going okay.

We arrived and Emma was taken directly to the ICU, and it seems like the ICU intensivist and the cardiologist immediately began evaluating her. It seemed that the major problem was her lungs, because they had so much fluid on them. So the first goal was to work to get all the extra fluid off her. Emma became much more alert than she had been earlier in the day, and her sats were stable so she didn’t need to be intubated. Out of the blue, she seemed to have a strong desire to suck, which she hadn’t had before. So she sucked on a pacifier and a bottle for the first time in weeks! We were so amazed at how well she was doing!

Just when it seemed like things were going well, she started having episodes where her heart rate would increase to the 200’s and then rapidly drop into the 60’s. Several people were monitoring her, but this went on for a couple of hours. Everytime when her heart rate when up, she would make a high pitched type gasp. Then after a couple hours, the heart rate dropped to the 60s again and continued to quickly drop…50s, 40s, 30s… Emma’s eyes rolled back in her head and Mickey and I were absolutely terrified. The nurse called for help, several people ran in the room, and Mickey and I stepped out. They started doing CPR and we were led to a family lounge. We didn’t think Emma was going to make it. We were crying and praying that she would be okay. Then the charge nurse came in and told us “we got her back.” We were absolutely overwhelmed with relief!! Praise God she was still alive! But then we realized just how close she had just come to death. For the nurse to say “they got her back” means that they thought they lost her, even if just for a moment.  

This was just the beginning of a new season with Emma…an extremely difficult season full of heartbreak, fear, and faith, but also one of tremendous blessing that ultimately led to a heart transplant.

Journey to Transplant: Part 1

Seeing the pictures come up on facebook from “on this day last year” sure bring back a lot of difficult memories. Emma went through her first round of major medical challenges right after she was born, with two heart surgeries and a long hospital stay. But we got to go home six weeks later, and although it was extremely difficult having her home, and being constantly on edge with her medical condition, we were so happy that she was home.  Things were hard at home, but we knew it just had become our new normal. Seven med times a day, continuous feeds through her feeding tube which caused her to throw up frequently throughout the day, vital checks every few hours and sometimes constant oxygen saturation monitoring. Emma refused anything by mouth and feeding had become such an issue that it was time for her to get a gtube. We had fought it for awhile, in hopes that she would start eating by mouth. But her oral aversions seemed to be getting worse rather than better. The NG tube made Emma miserable and caused her to gag and retch everyday. We hated seeing her miserable and we knew she needed to start keeping her feeds down so she could gain weight for her next open heart surgery.  She had already needed another hospitalization because of vomiting and dehydration. So her gtube surgery was scheduled for September 2^nd 2015. This was the beginning of her second round of major challenges and worsening heart failure.

Even though Emma’s heart was failing and she was throwing up all the time, she tried so hard to be a happy baby. She has always had the biggest smile, even in the midst of her worst heart failure. The night before her gtube surgery was no exception. My mom and I went up to Spokane the day before and got Emma settled in the Ronald McDonald House. Mickey had to work but he came up later that night. I remember how happy Emma seemed. I put her on the bed and she stretched out and had a big smile on her face! I laid down next to her and tried to facetime Mickey but the internet wasn’t working, so we took selfies to send him instead. Emma was in such a good mood and she still had that smile.    

                                       

That night we stopped Emma’s formula fortifier and gave her regular breastmilk through the night, then early in the morning we stopped that and gave her plain pedialyte, then a few hours later she couldn’t have anything until after surgery. It really didn’t bother her that much, because she didn’t understand the feeling of hunger yet. So we took her to the surgery center and after awhile, we went back to a pre-op room and got her prepped for surgery. It was a lot harder letting her go into surgery than I anticipated. The first two surgeries she had were emergency surgeries and the third was planned but was still a part of her first hospital stay. So at that point we were just desperately trying to keep her alive. This was different because it was an elective surgery, but still had it’s risks as with any surgery. We said goodbye to our little baby with an NG tube. This was supposed to be a straightforward procedure with no complications, and it was, for the most part…

Surgery was straightforward as excepted. But when we went to see Emma in recovery, I about lost it. She was crying and whimpering in pain, and just looked miserable. I couldn’t handle it and I started crying. I immediately felt horrible that we had just put her through this. Even though it was a recommendation from her doctors and Mickey and I were trying to make the best possible decision for Emma, I still felt horrible. Her recovery was rough. She didn’t want to be touched at all. Anytime anyone touched her, she just cried out in pain. I didn’t hold her for awhile. I don’t even remember how long, but she just didn’t want to be touched or moved at all. She was in so much pain that they kept increasing her pain meds. I remember a couple of days into her recovery, the ICU doctor, nurses, and therapists were all in her room talking about alternative ways to comfort her because they couldn’t keep increasing her pain meds. So they ended up having me hold her in an effort to comfort her. I think it did help some to have the comfort of mommy. But I just remember sitting there and wondering what was going on, why she wasn’t recovering as quickly as other kids, and when we would see her smile again. It was hard. But slowly they got her weaned off a lot of the pain meds and a few days later we were headed home. She was still really swollen when we left and required strong pain meds around the clock, but the doctors didn’t seem concerned. We went home on a Saturday (four days after surgery) and things didn’t improve…

To be continued...

Emma turned one!

It's been a big week of milestones around our house!

Emma turned one on Friday! I can't believe it's been a year since we met our precious baby for the first time! The day she was born was the happiest day of our lives that quickly turned into the scariest day of our lives. Our life has been a roller coaster ever since. Emma has been through so much to be here with us today. She may be little, but she is so so strong. She has come near death so many times, and just kept fighting. She also has had thousands and thousands of people praying for her. It's so amazing to see the power of prayer in her life! Looking back at the past year, it feels like it's been a lifetime, not just a year since she was born. But on the other hand, the good times have gone by way too quickly. Those months in the hospital with heart failure just seemed to drag on. Emma was on the transplant list 23 days, but it felt like months. Then ever since we got home we have loved every second of it but the time has just seems to slip away!

We love our baby girl so much and are so proud of her! She has already taught us so much and it is such a blessing to be her parents! There were many times that we thought we might never make it to this point. But we just kept trusting God because we knew that no matter what He would always take care of Emma, whether it was here on earth or in eternity with Him. We are so thankful that she is here with us today and for the miracles that God has worked in her life to make that possible! We are also so thankful for her medical team and her donor family. They are heroes to us, and are constantly in our thoughts! We hate all that Emma has had to go through, but we are so thankful for the lives that have been changed because of her story and the struggles that we have faced. We pray that God would continue to be glorified through Emma's life and our lives. But we are also praying for a "boring" second year!

Emma took turning one very seriously! On Sunday she cut her first tooth and started crawling for the first time! Now she can crawl to her books and toys all by herself! She can also get herself into a lot more trouble now! ;) So we are in the process of doing more babyproofing now that she is on the move!

Here is a video that looks back at Emma's first year! It's been such a difficult journey full of trials, but it's also been a journey that has brought us so much joy and deepened our faith and hope in the Lord in ways we never imagined. Our little warrior is so strong, determined, full of life, and has a smile that lights up a room! Even in the worst of her heart failure, she always tried to keep smiling. We are so thankful for our miracle baby! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmWO0qWzHow&feature=share

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

We enjoyed a precious Christmas together as a family of three! We were finally able to make up for some lost time! Emma had only spent two of her seven months of life out of the hospital, and those two months were incredibly stressful times, where we were constantly worried that any little thing might send her into a cardiac arrest.

So, it was such a gift to be able to spend this Christmas season together, OUT of the hospital!

Here are some pictures of our Christmas.

We drove around looking at Christmas lights several nights leading up to Christmas. We also visited and walked through Candy Cane Lane which was a very fun family outing, other than Emma getting a little cold by the end. She was very bundled up, but she's still getting used to outside temperatures, after spending so much of her life in the hospital. 

Mickey and I found this sign for our home to remind us of all of the incredible things God did in our lives this year! We put up this pink Christmas tree in Emma's hospital room the Saturday after Thanksgiving, since we didn't know if she would be out of the hospital by Christmas, and we wanted to go ahead and start enjoying Christmas decorations! Someone sent her the string heart art that represents her heart beat before her heart transplant and her stronger heartbeat after getting her new heart! 

Christmas decorations and presents and our favorite present, that precious baby under the tree!

A big thank you to the Ronald McDonald House and to outside donors for leaving stockings, cookies, pajamas, a Christmas movie, and a Nintendo 2DS outside everyone's door on Christmas Eve!

Here are some sweet pictures from Christmas Eve

Emma woke up with a huge smile on her face on Christmas morning!

Christmas Day was Emma's 2 month Heart Birthday! We are so thankful to God and the donor family for this amazing gift of life!

Soulumination took some beautiful Christmas pictures of our family. We are so thankful for these priceless keepsakes that so beautifully capture Emma's first Christmas!

2015 went nothing like we expected. It was full of the greatest struggles and pain we have ever experienced, but it was also full of the greatest joy and blessings we have ever experienced. 

- Mickey got a new job and his employers have been amazingly supportive of us through everything that has happened with Emma. 

- We had a beautiful baby girl on May 20, 2015! Emma Claire was 9lbs 4 ounces and 22 inches long. She is more of a blessing and bundle of joy than we ever could have imagined! 

- Emma was lifeflighted to Spokane just hours after birth and we found out the heartbreaking news that she had a severe heart defect (HLHS) and would need emergency open heart surgery and multiple heart surgeries throughout her life, and would have a shorter than normal life expectancy. We were devastated.

- I had to quit my jobs to stay with Emma in the hospital, but then got to start my dream job of being a stay at home mommy to my sweet baby girl. 

- Surgeries and recovery went well and we all got to go home!! 

- We moved to Clarkston to be closer to family, friends, and church. The support we received during and after our move was amazing. Sadly, we only got to spend a few weeks in our new home before living the rest of the year at the hospitals in Spokane and Seattle. 

- Emma had a gtube placed because she was unable to eat anything by mouth. 

- Emma was lifeflighted for the second time in her life, had worsening heart failure, and multiple cardiac arrests. 

- Emma had to be transferred to Seattle Childrens to be evaluated for heart transplant, where she stayed in the cardiac intensive care unit and was listed at top priority status. 

- Emma's heart failure had gotten much worse. She was on the brink of death, and they were talking about the possibility of her not being able to make it until a new heart became available. Then she miraculously received her life-saving gift of a new heart in October. 

- Emma had an amazing recovery from her high risk heart transplant and got to leave the hospital and stay at the Ronald McDonald House with us in December, where we celebrated Christmas together! 

We are so thankful for all of the Lord has done in our lives this past year. As we enter this new year, we face so many unknowns, especially with Emma's health. But we continue to put our hope in the Lord, and trust Him with all of it. 

"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God." Hebrews 12:1-2

We have learned and grown closer to each other and the Lord during these difficult months. We would never want to replay the challenges or pain that we experienced during these past 7 months. But, we are thankful for the joy that has come as a result of them. The future is full of so much hope, and we are looking forward to seeing what God has in store for us this new year! 

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone!

Love,

Mickey, Catherine, and Emma