Echo tomorrow...Worry Today

“Welcome to fear... It's hope, turned inside out. You know it can't go wrong, you're sure it can't go wrong...But it might.” - Terry Pratchet, Going Postal

Tomorrow morning Teddy has his second echo-cardiogram since his last surgery. He had one about 3 months after to see how everything had settled, and it looked good enough that his cardiologist was good waiting for 9 months for the next one. An echo is always a little bit stressful for me. They're necessary, and they generally have been fine so far. The only time that they ever saw anything wrong was the last time he had surgery, and it was expected that he had grown and needed to have his valve replaced. The echo did exactly what it is meant to - find any problem before it becomes a problem. Also, Teddy has been great and he seems perfectly fine to us. He is an active and happy little guy with no outward signs that there's anything wrong. That, of course, is what the quote at the top is about.

I know he's fine. He seems fine. I'm sure he's fine. But there's always a chance that they'll say, "Yeah, he needs another surgery already, after only a year." That's the absolute worst case for us. Again, there's no reason to think that he might need surgery. Of course, there was no reason to think that there was anything wrong in the first ultrasound we had of him. This isn't a new stress or worry. This is the little spike of anxiety that I always get before an echo. Tomorrow afternoon, Teddy will be recovering from being zonked out of his tiny little head and hanging out with his Mommy at home, dancing to Thomas songs. And it will all be fine. But until then, I have a little voice in my head saying, "It might not be..."

In the mean time, enjoy some pictures...

This little looped GIF is pretty much representative of Teddy every night.