Three years ago today, we tucked our little nukum in bed, said our prayers and then the phone rang... It was the hospital, "I think you know why we are calling at this hour," is what Pam, one of the heart transplant coordinators, said to me. I was in a state of shock... I was expecting a beeper to go off... not just a phone call a little after bedtime. Plus, we had been waiting so long for Carla's perfect heart that we quit thinking about it and started just trying to live as normal of a life as possible. I hung up the phone and told Carla, she cried because they were having a play at the school tomorrow and she wanted to go. I told Bobby, called family, calmed Carla down, packed a bag, cleaned up the house... let Carla play some video games (to calm her nerves) and FINALLY headed over to the hospital. We were minutes from the hospital but it took us a little more than an hour to get there. The thing is, we knew that 1) they were going to do the surgery in the morning so there was no need to rush over to the hospital just to hurry up and wait; and 2) these were the last normal moments were were going to have for a while.
|Carla, before school that day...|
|Carla, before we left for the hospital...|
Another family was having a total different experience that night, they were saying goodbye to a beautiful little boy, taken too early. We feel so blessed that during their grief, they chose to let Justin live on through organ donation. Justin's perfect heart was a perfect fit in Carla's chest cavity, and even though she was highly sensitized, Justin's heart was also a perfect match for Carla.
Tomorrow we will celebrate Carla's Third Heartiversary, it is the day she was re-born, so we treat it as a birthday. We will also celebrate Justin, think of him and send balloons to heaven for him. We will be forever grateful for the wonderful gift of life his family gave Carla.