It's strange now, when I go back and look at photos of Owen when he was first born, and right after his first surgery. I'm more upset now, when I look back, than I was at the time.
I've had two more babies since Owen. And neither of them has gone through what he has, thankfully. But it just shows me how it "should" have been, and what Owen has missed out on, and how much he's had to endure. And it makes me sad.
I've been going back through these pictures because I've been asked to speak about my experience with heart disease and Owen. I'll be giving this talk tonight, and using pictures in a Powerpoint presentation to illustrate. Hopefully, this will all go well. And when I say "go well" what I really mean is that I won't cry. =)