Paul's Skydive for Young At Heart

At one week and four days Acer had open heart surgery. I cried pretty much the entire time he was in theatre, even though I knew it was the best place for him. It wasn’t like I hadn’t cried every day since finding out his diagnosis anyway.

When we saw him in recovery, I broke down. There were machines and wires all hooked up to my tiny 6lb 12oz baby, but all that machinery was needed to help my little boy. He came off the sedation a day later, the morphine made him look so out of it, it broke my heart.

The day after we were moved back up to the ward and I could hold my little boy again. Slowly he was weaned off the oxygen and medication and started to look like a normal healthy baby. A week post op and we were looking at the possibility of coming home! I was shocked and over the moon.

Two days later we were in the car driving back to our home. It’s now been a week since we’ve been home and it’s hard. I have to give Acer three different medicines three times a day, I’m constantly worrying about his heart rate and breathing. But unless you knew about his operation or heart then you’d be none the wiser that my baby was seriously unwell.

At my routine 20 week scan, we were told they just couldn’t get decent photos due to the baby’s position. However, this wasn’t the case. We were sent to Birmingham Women’s Hospital for a detailed heart scan. That’s where me and my partner were told our little boy’s pumping chambers are the wrong way around, one is smaller than it should be and he has a whole in the middle, meaning the blood mixes.

This being our first meant our world came crashing down. The consultant and midwife said that our baby would be really unwell, need open heart surgery and possibly multiple surgeries and that we should think about a termination. For us this wasn’t an option as we were completely in love with our baby.

We continued the pregnancy, but also had to have a heart scan every month as well as heartbeat checks every two weeks. My waters broke at 36 weeks and four days, and Acer arrived at 36 weeks and six days. I was completely relieved when I heard him cry.

I got a quick hold before he was rushed off to intensive care. He was in intensive care for two days before being transferred to Birmingham Children’s Hospital. Once we arrived there it really hit home how many babies have major heart defects. In a way this was a relief because I knew it wasn’t just us going through this.