That. Is. All. Ragnus – we miss you already!!!!Read more "We are Home!"
There’s a secret part of all of us, and not so secret for some, that wishes they were part of that elite one-percenter club. Those ~34k affluent families enjoying a luxurious lifestyle. We are not that kind of one-percenter (to the shock of no one who knows us). We’re in an even MORE exclusive club […]Read more "The Wrong Kind of One-percenters"
The last week and a half have been quite a roller coaster with Hope. Our last glimmer of hope of coming home for Christmas was dashed as Hope continued to have runs of a-tachycardia, which she needed to be treated with an IV anti-arrhythmia med that can only be administered in the CICU. So we […]Read more "Ho, Ho, Hope!"
This week has been rough on Little Hope. Really rough. It started with such potential. We were full of nervous excitement as we watched Hope on Sunday, curious if she would give us a reason she needed to stay in the CICU. Sunday night she gave us the first inkling of what the next few […]Read more "Over the River and Through The Woods To The CICU We Go!"
It was not all that long after transplant that the CICU started throwing the words “step-down unit” around sending both John and Hope into a panic. Hope went from possibly going to the step-down unit last Monday to buying herself another week in the CICU with atrial tachycardia. We progressed through beta-blockers (esmelol, propranolol) and […]Read more "Getting to the Step Down: Take Two"
All you have to do is say the Q-word (quiet) and Hope is almost sure to respond with a new ride on the Heart Rollercoaster. As much as we hoped to have a quiet weekend, Hope had something different in mind for the holiday week. On Monday she was supposed to go in for her […]Read more "I got 99 problems, but a PIC aint one"
On a more serious note, I’m sure many of you are craving, just like we are, more details about the origin of Hope’s donor heart. We are given extremely little information about the donor out of respect for the grieving family. We don’t know how old the child was, the sex of the child, the […]Read more "P.S. Forever Thankful"