Word of the Week

This is Tom.
Tom was born at 36 weeks.
Tom stopped growing just after 30 weeks.
At 10 weeks Tom was admitted after an ultrasound, he had pyloric stenosis.
A few days later he had surgery.
I crumbled.

Tom has always been my soldier.
Always poorliest, first, and for longest.

On the occasions we take him to the GP they will detect his heart murmur. And ask us to bring him back healthy for a second check. Where they would tell us he is fine.
It is repetitive.

At a referral to a paeditrician a second opinion on a niggle, the heart murmur was identified at full health.
We were asked if we would mind going for an ECG. We did. And we went home.
We waited.

Today, we had an appointment with a cardiologist.
Another ECG.
An ultrasound of Tom's heart.
Tom, in proud possession of a photograph of his heart.
The Cardiologist confirmed. Tom has a heart murmur.
And then specifically.
Tom has an innocent heart murmur.
Everytime he has a temperature, his heart rate changes, and the murmur becomes more apparent.
There is nothing to be concerned about.
From now on, everytime a GP finds it, we can tell them what we know.

The week started with Easter.
Our Puppet Ministry was warmly welcomed at Easter Service.
We had our first Easter Egg hunt in the garden.
I spent a lovely Easter Monday with the children at a local fruit garden.

With a mid week blip, as events caught up, and the worry of Friday built.

This is my word of the week: