June 11th, we started our journey in Palo Alto. Those first few days I was optimistic that everything would work out, but was so scared that it wouldn't. My emotions were all over the place and I cried just about everyday. Owen and I were alone, chillin in a hotel, waiting for a room in the CVICU or the RMH. We spent plenty of time outdoors at the mall and hanging around Palo Alto.
On June 14th, I was ready to jump on a plane back home because things weren't working the way I'd planned them. I was so scared to be on this new journey, away from home, with no light at the end of the tunnel. They found a bed in the PICU and we were admitted that evening. I'm glad we know our transplant team at LPCH so well, so they know that I am really not an emotional wreck, like I was this week. We started Owen's IV Milrinone and by morning, he was bumped to the top of the transplant list {1A}.

That week we experienced just a little bit of hospital life as Owen had his PICC line placed and we got him discharged. I learned how to care for his IV Milrinone outpatient and we got a room at the RMH. That brings us to the 21st of June. Again, I was overwhelmed as I felt like a college student moving into my first dorm, only with a critically ill child in tow. We bought rugs, towels, and had to adjust to using a community kitchen and family room. If I could go back and talk to myself that day, I would tell myself that this was going to be a life altering experience... for the better!
Owen and I made friends quickly, some have come and gone, but other's are still with us today. We got into a routine that worked for us and it took a few days until I convinced myself that everything was going to be alright. I got out there, went to the family dinners provided by volunteers, got involved in crafts, music and BINGO nights.
I was overjoyed when Carson and Kam came up for their first visit for the 4th of July. It was just what the doctor ordered and even better, because Kam got to stay for the summer. We had fun exploring our home away from home. Then, the day we had been waiting for, the phone call that changed our lives forever.
On July 16th, at around noon, we got the call from Dr Hollander delivering the great news. I was weak in the knees, punched in the gut and tears streamed down my face. Kam jumped off the bed with a mix of emotions and I watched as my 13 yr old tried to process her emotions.. joy, fear, excitement. I could hardly process my emotions as overwhelming grief took over when I thought of our precious donor family. I took a good 30 minutes to get it together, before I came out and shared the news with Owen. This video makes me laugh and cry at the same time! He had no idea how much his life was about to change.
Adrenaline takes over in a moment like this and the best way to explain it is that I went into auto pilot. Peace took over my heart and I felt nothing but pure happiness for the next 24 hours. Owen sailed through surgery and his nine day recovery was remarkable! We were out of the hospital with a new boy. Owen had only known poor oxygen saturations, poor circulation, half a functioning heart, a leash of oxygen attached to his face and just enough energy to get through the day.
My husband and daughter went home just a day after Owen was discharged. There was work and school waiting back home for them. Owen and I were once again on our own, but we had work to do. Weekly biopsies, lots of trips to the lab, IVIG and Cytogam infusions, therapies, and then school on top of it all. We have been so busy the last three months and time has flown by! Lots of family visitors have helped made the time pass by too.

We have made friends with the valet attendees at the hospital, our friends at the information desk that give us our parking passes, the security guards that print our daily badges, teachers at the hospital school, preop nurses, cath lab teams, every cardiac anesthesiologist, the LPCH cafeteria staff, the whole heart center team, echo techs, the RMH cart volunteers, the SSU nurses and so many more. We can't even walk around the corner at the hospital without running into someone we know. It's going to be bittersweet not making our morning trips to the hospital, but we'll be back soon, and again, and again...

The RMH.. where do I start? They have given us a home away from home. It's not perfect, don't get me wrong, there are things I won't miss. The spotty internet, the smell of smokers when getting on the elevator, the early morning false fire alarms, the parking basement in the wee hours of the morning, and the air mattresses. What I will miss is the amazing staff, volunteers, family and friends we have grown to love and care about. Owen will miss his friends. He will miss going out back and playing with an abundance of friends after dinner. We will both miss music with Don, magic with Art, Sprinkles cupcakes, music classes, cooking classes, craft sessions, Family Album Project photo shoots, Bingo nights, Bunco, the Fire Fighter Birthday BBQs, doing all my laundry at once because I have six washers and dryers, and being surrounded by families that know exactly what we are going through because they are living it as well. As we joke about it being Real World Palo Alto in here, you get to meet some characters, but overall it's been wonderful. I have such gratitude for the RMH and what they have done for us! Thank you.

As I sit here looking around our suite, I am half way packed and I am having some bittersweet feelings. I am so, SO happy to be going home!! At the same time... this phase of our journey is over. It has been overwhelming at times, but WE did it! We made it through a heart transplant!! My five year old has a new quality of life and for that I am beyond grateful.

Our journey home will begin this week. We will be coming back to Palo Alto on a monthly basis for biopsies and infusions. Our journey home is just the beginning. Owen is going home on 11 medications, all to keep his body from rejecting his heart and treating the side effects of each medication. Owen is never "out of the woods" as his body will always try to reject his new heart, which is foreign to his body. We will always be trying to balance rejection vs immunosuppression. He will require a lifetime of daily medications and will always be a cautious of illnesses that will land him in the hospital. You know what? It's all worth it!! It absolutely is!!
A boy born with only half a heart, survived three open heart surgeries, many cardiac catherizations, a heart transplant, and he is ready to LIVE LIFE!!! There is no stopping him!!