This sweet little boy came into the world this morning sometime between 5 & 6. He still doesn’t have a name but I’m calling him GusGus after the fat mouse in Cinderella. He’s my cousin’s son. Her first baby. We knew before he was born that he had a deformity in his aorta. We knew that he was going to need an ultrasound at birth to determine just how severe it is. Everything looked fine. He’s fed and he’s needed diaper changes. His color is good. He’s 8lbs and 5oz of pure cuddlebug.
He’s also in the NICU now. I’m not sure what happened to cause the transfer. He’s not on life support, his heart didn’t stop or anything like that. I’m pretty sure he’s breathing on his own. His poor mother is scared out of her mind and exhausted from the whole birth process. Right now his grandmother, my aunt, is looking into cardiologists here in Chicago that would be willing to accept him as a patient. Odds are, this little angel is going to need surgery.
I don’t like asking people to pray because I don’t like to assume anyone’s religious beliefs, but I am a huge believer in the power of positive energy influencing a person’s ability to heal and the universe giving back good things when you put good out there. So if you wouldn’t mind thinking good thoughts for this little guy, I would be ever so grateful.