Zeb came up trying to hand me something, he said " Here's the shrimps Mommy". I said What?? I looked down at what he handed me and it was 10 or so steri strips from his incision. I literally was about to panic. Daddy came in to save the day and lifted his shirt to check out the situation. It was steri strips, but not all of them, actually only about one half the incision was uncovered but enough. This you see is the first time I have seen the small line down the middle of our precious boy's chest. It wasn't even the complete line and the glimpse of it just took my breath. I know it sounds bizarre, because I was there, I know he had open heart surgery, I saw him in the PCICU, I saw the vent, the tubes, the lines, the bandages. I was there, but this small little one half of a line, made it real to me. I had to regain my composure because I don't ever want him to be ashamed or worried about this. It was just for a moment as a Mommy, I see the reality. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, I wanted to be upset, because I can, because I am his Mommy, because it is unfair he has had to go through this, but I won't. I will Praise God! I will Thank Him for this Precious Line on his Chest and I will get used to seeing it and my finger will one day trace it on his little body, and Praise God even more. I will never forget what God has done for him, and I will be reminded every time I see this line. Our son's chest was opened to save his life and he will forever have this line on his body. This scar?? NO I think not..I think this is a Badge of Courage, His Superman Badge, He is our Hero.
I am his Mommy, I can cry if I want to , but Praise God through my Tears ~