Remember back in the fall that Preston's cardiologist said to stop the Captopril that he took three times a day? (original post here)
As exciting as it was to know that she considered Preston's heart healthy enough to stop, I was a bit sad. And scared.
Sad because, well, I'd given that medication to him three times a day from the age of 2 weeks old when he was discharged from the hospital. Stopping it was like cutting the umbilical cord once again.
Scared becuase, well, how would I know if his condition started declining as a result of stopping the medicine. Just as luck would have time, Preston came down with a stomach bug about 2 weeks after stopping it. He was lethargic and his belly was a bit distended. In hindsight, I know that can completely happen with any gastroenteritis, but y'all know me by now, I freaked out thinking it was totally related to his heart.
I called his cardiologist, she reassured me but told me she would meet me in clinic if needed the day before Thanksgiving to check out his heart if his symptoms weren't better in a couple of days. Within a day, he was back to himself. I think I finally started to breath easier then.
Anyhow, back to my story, that full bottle of liquid, compounded medication has been sitting in my fridge since November. I couldn't bring myself to pour it out. When I opened the fridge I saw it, and it would remind me of how far we'd come, Preston had come, and how blessed we were. He went from doctor's doubting his ability to survive to taking absolutely no medications at all (knocks on wood).
If you follow me on instagram you might have seen that I finally worked up the nerve to pour out his old medication a couple of weeks ago.
It tugged on my heart strings a bit, but overall I felt extremely blessed and really grateful for a healthy boy!
Thankful for the opportunity to witness this miracle and to serve a God who can do immeasurably more than we could ever ask or imagine. (Eph 3:20).