It has been a year since our ultrasound where we learned you were a Luka and not a Lillian. I KNEW it. I told your Daddy you were a boy. I won. I told everyone you were a boy. I got a muffin and a smoothie as part of a bet. Krysten bought you a onesie and we agreed that boys had a crappy selection to choose from. But all of those things were just to ease my mind. I was devastated. One year ago today, we got our ultrasound that started our HLHS adventure.
Today, you are an amazing 7 month old baby boy. You are meeting and beating expectations. You are everything the doctors weren't sure you'd be. You are fully bottle fed donated breast milk from some seriously amazing mommas. You are rolling over and scooting and babbling. Luka, it isn't you who is the lucky one. I am the lucky one to have such an amazing miracle in my life.
You flew through your second surgery and came home for the first time when you were 15 weeks old. I will say though, after your Glenn, seeing you in pain, I questioned whether or not I was doing the right thing. I wondered if it was right to make you suffer through that pain. But here we are, home...And you are thriving...And I know I made the right choice.
You amaze me with your spunk, determination, love for everyone. Despite what you have been through, you are the happiest baby that I have ever seen...And that is saying a lot because Zephyr was a really happy baby too. You have a smile for everyone and it is contagious. You have defied the odds...Luka...You are my hero. You and your brothers and Daddy make my life have purpose. And I will always love you.
Thank you for being such a fighter.
