My husband was born with a hole in his heart. I have been explained by both his Mother and a specialist of the specifics of his condition but I think it comes down to the fact that the hole was allowing bad blood back into his body? This could be wrong of course. He will still have to have another surgery when he is in his 50's to correct another issue with a valve.
Anyway, on the last day of summer vacation, I snapped this picture of Nate and Arlo at the pool. I'm not sure if you notice his scar down the center of his chest. I don't see it anymore, I rarely noticed when we were dating either.
Cece asked one time when she was about 3, why he had that line on his chest. He responded that he was sick and because he had really good doctors they were able to make him better and now he gets to be here to be her Daddy. I was listening from the hallway, while they were laying on the floor of her room. I walked away crying and thankful for those doctors.
While we were pregnant with both kids, I had to have special ultra sounds in order to check their hearts for any deformities. Worse case scenario they would fix any issues, while I was still carrying them. Best case scenario, there wasn't anything to be found. God blessed both kiddos with healthy hearts.
Nathan was born with a flaw in his heart, which I always thought was so ironic, since he has the best heart I know.
On the same day this picture was taken, a father came up to Nate before we left and introduced himself. He grabbed Nate's hand and told us that his daughter was so happy to see a person with a matching scar. She was only 9 and was sporting the same scar down the center of her chest. She apparently was usually very self conscious about it, but was more comfortable being out in her swim suit seeing that someone else was like her. I found the little girl a few feet away, looking at Nate. Her tiny red scar was just peeking above her swim suit top. I wanted to hug her.
Nate laughed and said it was one of his best features. He would. If you know my husband you know that being shirtless is how he is most comfortable, he never thinks about what people may think of his mark. He wears that scar proudly. He was more than happy to share that with a little girl who was still getting used to hers.
A physically perfect heart was not given to my husband, however, God gave him a heart full of patience, forgivness, kindness, love, loyalty and confidence. I don't believe it could get more perfect than that.
I thought of all this beceause while scrolling through facebook, I saw a prayer page for a little baby who had to have open heart surgery after being born and now has a scar down her tiny body. The first thing I thought was I hope her parents raise her to wear that scar proudly and with confidence. I feel like what a great way to give Death the middle finger, then showing your battle wounds.
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