My husband and I knew from the beginning of my pregnancy that we didn't want to find out what we were having. It was such an exciting time guessing boy or girl (although deep down I felt we were having a boy). My husband is the last to carry his name so he really wanted a boy! Fast forward 10 months, over a week due with induced labor... I gave birth to my son Quinten! A beautiful, strong and healthy baby boy; or so we thought. Never in a million years did I ever think that my son would literally change my world. 12 days after he was born (while wearing his Kickee sleeper) before we were going to put him down to sleep we decided to change his diaper. A normal parenting routine. During that day he was fussy but just blew it off as gassy. While we were changing his diaper, he started to cry and then suddenly froze. I told my husband to pick him up to comfort him thinking he just got too mad but when we went to bring him down from his shoulder he stopped breathing. My husband performed CPR and his instincts were to turn him over on his stomach on his forearm and rub his back. This caused him to start crying and start breathing again. In the meantime 911 was called, ambulance, fire truck all came and we took him to the hospital by ambulance. Panic didn't sink it for me until we got to our local hospital and there he got mad again and stopped breathing this time while I was holding him. They whisked him away and mind you this hospital has a poor reputation. They couldn't really tell us what was wrong with him they just knew he supposedly was septic, dehydrated, had an enlarged heart and very very sick is all they kept telling us. They finally called our local children's hospital Valley Children's in Madera to have him medi flighted there because they couldn't stabilize him. Thankfully this hospital (Valley Children's) knew what they were doing and told us that our son probably had heart disease. My heart sank. My whole world was turned upside down. Heart disease???? What is even Congenital Heart Disease? No one in either side of our families has heart disease? What does that mean? Is my son going to live? What's going to happen to him? The list goes on and on with questions. While Quinten was being medi flighted; we had to drive there which took us over an hour to get to the hospital. Finally when we arrived, they had a team surrounding him and told us, Your son has Congenital Heart Disease his diagnose is Coarctation of the Aorta. Huh??????? We learned that his aorta valve had a kink in it and the reason why he stopped breathing was because his body from the his heart down wasn't getting any blood flow. He didn't have pulses in his feet or groin and his organs took a hit and he was going into heart failure. We almost lost our son. Thank goodness is all they kept telling us that we "caught" it in time. Wow! He had to have a balloon done to by us some time before he had to have heart surgery because if they would've did surgery on him then he wouldn't of made it. His heart was too weak. They told us his heart ran about 3-4 marathons back to back. Our poor baby. Fast forward 4 LONG weeks once we got released at home Quinten finally had to heart surgery and I am proud to say my son is a Heart Warrior!!! He is so strong!! Kickee's has been there for my son every step of the way! That's all he ever wore and still wears! He wears them to every single Cardiologist Appt they are soo comfy and easy for them to do his echo! All they have to do is just unbutton a few buttons and he gets to still keep his clothes on!! Quinten is now 4 months old!! Almost 3 months out from heart surgery and thriving!! He is Mr. Personality and shows is each day to live life to the fullest!!
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