This is the third installment of Griffin's story. You can read the first and second in case you missed them. After Griffin had his second surgery in June of 2009 the doctors told us that he wouldn't have another until his body was a little bigger. They told us to prepare for when he turns two years old to have the third and final surgery. The only thing we had to do for a year and half was go in for regular check ups with our pediatric cardiologist. It was a season of relief after all that had happened in the first six months of his life.
Finally after he had turned two and his body was ready we planned to have his third surgery on April 6, 2011. The surgery went well and everything seemed to be heading in the right direction other than the fluid that had built up in his lungs which prolonged the recovery. But all in all we were home about ten days later.
Here was a video I compiled of the day of his surgery:
It was a few weeks later that I took him in for a routine check up and I will never forget it. It was a Wednesday, someone had just invited us to a Cubs game that night, and everything felt very normal. Until the doctor came in after Griffin had his heart looked at. He was very serious and began to ask questions about how Griffin was feeling and what his behavior was like. He turned to me and said "We need to rush Griffin to the NICU immediately! He has a dangerous amount of fluid collecting around his heart that could cause his heart to go into failure at any moment. We need to insert a tube into his chest and attempt to drain the fluid."
I sat there stunned.
What just happened.
Then I had to pick up the phone and call Amber. Tears rolling down my cheeks I tried to explain that we would not be coming home that day.
That started an almost two month long journey of procedures, tests, and other attempts to remove the fluid around his heart so he could go home. It even got to the point where they had to do another heart surgery in effort to solve the problem. It was by far the hardest season of our lives. To add to it, Amber was nine months pregnant with our youngest son Flynn. It was in the midst of this two month long hospital stay that she gave birth, at a different hospital. I had to leave Griffin at one hospital and drive to meet Amber where I was with her and Flynn for about 24 hours and then I had to return back to being with Griffin.
It was hard.
So many tears.
So many unknowns.
And yet God was faithful.
God intervened and healed his heart.
We hope to never forget His faithfulness.