Sweet Home Arizona

576 days ago the date was Tuesday, February 5th, 2013. Jill was 20 weeks pregnant. We didn’t know yet if we were going to have a boy or a girl, but shortly after our 10 am appointment we expected to get the answer. It was the day of our 20 week ultrasound – the anatomy ultrasound. We found out we were having a boy and were overjoyed, but we also found out that not everything was quite right. It was a day of mixed emotions. Three ultrasounds over the ensuing three days would confirm the fears, our tiny baby boy’s tiny esophagus was not connected to his stomach. 

Indeed, for the last 576 days, we’ve been told that Lucas’ esophagus isn’t quite right. That changed today. 

Today’s surgery started out much like any other. We said a prayer. I carried Lucas back in my arms into the operating room. Lucas cried, aware enough to know what would happen next. The anesthesiologist injected a small amount of medicine into Lucas’ PICC line and within a few seconds Lucas’ entire body was limp. I gently laid him on the operating table, gave him a kiss, and left the room. I joined Jill in the hallway and we walked to the waiting room. I called my parents and Jill went to get us food. This is our routine. We’ve done it 19 times. 

Except there would be nothing routine about today.

Within a few seconds of me getting off the phone with my parents, and before I had the chance to eat the sandwich that Jill had just returned with, Dr. Manfredi walked in the waiting room. He had a grin on his face that Jill would later describe as a smirk. He was pleased. Very pleased.

He said, “Lucas’ esophagus looks good. I didn’t even dilate.” We were speechless. It was completely unexpected news. The doctor continued forward explaining how great things looked and showed us pictures and fluoroscopic images in which you’d be hard pressed to see there was ever a distal stricture. Then Dr Manfredi shocked us again by saying that Lucas wouldn’t need another dilation for 3-4 weeks. I immediately looked at Jill and tears of joy filled our eyes. 3-4 weeks was enough time to go home.

576 days. And each and every one of those days just make today, this day of blessings, that much sweeter. The miracles continue. The power of prayer is demonstrated again. And for the very first time, we were told that Lucas’ esophagus looks good.

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