15 years ago today, I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. We said goodbye to our 6 week old yet again as they wheeled him back in the OR. We prayed that his ENT would be able to do the surgical procedure she had hoped she could do but when she came back to the waiting room 20 minutes later we knew the news wasn't good. A tracheotomy was his only option so later that day we saw our baby with a tube in his neck. At that time, at least to me, his future looked so bleak since we knew nothing about his future at that time. Nothing. The doctor couldn't tell us anything because she didn't know either. All they could tell us is that they would look at his airway again in 6 months.
Today I cried tears of joy. Today Evan showed his history project video to the judges during the school's history competition. I was already proud of the work he had put into it but then while I stood back and watched him interact with the judges, I was blown away. I spoke with his Humanities teachers and they told me how well received his video was by his class and how they could tell this project has made him so much more confident. One of the peer judges came to me and told me how good it was. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine this back on February 26th, 2001.
https://youtu.be/S148SwtbwOU
