We talk with the surgeon who explains what will happen, what to expect and the risks that accompany the surgery. I break out into tears as I hear that they will need to cut our tiny son's chest open to get to the pulmonary arteries. I think to myself how is it possible that a little person can take so much being so fragile and so young? Once again the answer is clear- our baby is meant to be here right here, right now, and he is fighting to stay with us. Oh, he is strong.
The surgeon assures me he "thinks" all will go smoothly. I look him in the eye and tell him I trust him, and he replies- "I will take care of your baby. I will do all I can to help save his life." That comforted me.
Lincoln looked so good before the surgery. I got to hold him and it was one of the most special nights of my life!
Our first family picture!
Lincoln and daddy's fingers. This is Dave's pinky:):)