Ground Hog Day has a different meaning to me!

To me Ground Hog's Day doesn't mean Punxsutawney Phil seeing his shadow and six more weeks of winter. On Feburary 2, 2005 Garrison was only three years old and had open heart surgery. It was the foggiest morning I have ever seen in my life. We almost missed the exit for the hospital. It was the scariest day of my life not because of the fog but because I was not the one in control here, God was. I put my trust and faith in the doctor's and God. I was very glad my family was there to support me. Garrison came through the surgery just fine. I couldn't wait to see him and kiss him. The doctors and nurses told us to be prepared when we saw him, he would be very swollen and have a lot of tubes and machines hooked up to him. I didn't care, just let me see my baby. I stayed at the hospital with him I didn't want to leave his side. Randy had to force me to go eat and a sleep.

The day Garrison woke up was so hard for me, he was trying to cry and couldn't because he was still intubated, he was reaching for and wanted me to hold him. I just cried because there was nothing for me to do (again not the one in control). Once the nurses got Garrison extubated they told me I could hold him....uh ok. I was a little scared, I didn't want to hurt him. After a few days the nurses got Garrison up and said he could walk around. WHAT? I was hovering over him, I didn't want him to fall and get hurt after all he just had his chest cracked open. Of course, he was fine.

On Feburary 6th the doctors release Garrison from the hospital. He still had his chest tube in for drainage and I was instructed on how to take care of that and his incision. Today you would never know Garrison had heart surgery except for the faint scar on his chest. I love this kid and would be lost without him (both of my boys).