I remember the first blog I posted was about Oliver's possible spina bifida. And he was fine. Well, now there's a new worry that we're enjoying this holiday season.
So, this is a coarctation.
The graphic doesnt really capture his button eyes and his cute way of dealing with every probe, poke and catheter. He smiles, sleeps and is such a tropper throughout this whole crappy thing. Poor little guy.
It's too serious to be fixed by balloon, so they have to go in and cut out the narrowed section. That will happen the 27th. I'm sure he'll be fine. Primary Children's Hospital does this all the time. But if it were me getting the surgery, I would have to decline and accept the possible strokes, hypertension and possibly death. No doctor will ever touch my chest with an instrument of any kind. Be warned; if I wake up from a coma and find that I've had chest surgery, crotches will be pummeled.
Have a good christmas, all 2 of you that still read this blog.