My son was born with a hole in his heart. I was a first time Mom. Just hearing those words….”Hole” and “Heart” sent me into full-on panic. I had fears. I had questions. I had so many emotions running through me. But I also had access to doctors, cardiologists, a state-of-the-art hospital, and a rock-solid support system. Even with all of those supports, it was still one of my hardest moments. Turns out it was on the minor side, and only required monitoring for several years – eventually resolving on its own.
But every time I read a file of a child with CHD, I am taken back to that moment….New Mom, hearing the words…”Hole”…”Heart,” and my heart aches for the mothers in other parts of the world who had the same fears, questions, and emotions that I did, but with no supports. With no state-of-the-art facilities to turn to. With no way to help their baby. And my heart aches for them.
