Shelly's Story
When
I answered the telephone on that cold January 3, 1997 afternoon, I listened
intently to the Department of Social Services case worker give details
about a 2 month old baby at the University of Michigan Hospital who needed
a home to go to. The next words that came out of my mouth was “Yes, but
let me check with Mark first and I’ll call you right back”. With excitement
in my voice, I called Mark at his office (which is just walking distance
from our home) and repeated the case workers words: “she’s two months
old, five pounds, born with a severe congenital heart defect, already
had one open heart surgery, her parents could not take care of her right
now, she’s on a lot of medications, oxygen, a feeding tube, had arrested
two times, and she could die in our home but was stable enough to go home.”
Early that morning after
I had finished my devotion, I knelt down to pray in our living room. Our sons
Brian, a senior in college majoring in Aviation and Jason a sophomore majoring
in Criminal Justice had returned to college in South Carolina the day before.
Our daughter Kimberly would be finishing up her senior year in high school
after Christmas break and had already been accepted to the same college in
South Carolina as a nursing student in the fall. Mark was in need of my help
at our veterinary office because one of the receptionists had to take an early
medical maternity leave. Since I had worked at the clinic before, he asked
if I could fill in while she was off. We had been licensed foster parents
in our county for three years and we didn’t have foster children in our home
at that time. I prayed selfishly that “just maybe God would send a foster
baby our way so I would not have to go back to work outside of the home”.
I felt that God had answered my prayers but were we up to this new challenge?
Three years prior Mark
and I became licensed foster parents in our county for babies under the age
of 18 months. With our children
getting older we felt God was giving us the desire to have young children
in our home to love and nurture just like our own children. But by being foster
parents, the caseworkers and probate judge in our area knew that our intentions
were to be just that-“foster parents”. We had NO intentions on adopting any
of our foster children because we knew there were so many loving parents that
wanted to adopt children, and we didn’t want to rob them of that joy that
we had with our three children. We would love the children as our own and
then prepare them to go on to their adoptive parents—that’s called Tough Love!
The next 24 hours we learned
all we could about this severe heart defect called Hypoplastic Left Heart
Syndrome (HLHS). When a child is born with HLHS, the left chamber of the heart
is not developed and oxygenated blood can not get through the body. The parents
are given 3 options for the baby: 1) compassionate care (in other words take
the baby home and the baby will die within about two months because of lack
of oxygen, 2) three corrective heart surgeries that are done over the next
eighteen months, the first surgery done at about 2 days old or 3) heart transplantation.
The last two options were not guarantees but they were hopeful.
On January 4th, 1997,
Mark, Kimberly and I traveled the two hours down to University of Michigan
to meet this precious little angel named Shelly Lynn. We were told that her
Mom and Dad loved her but could not take care of her physical needs. U of
M staff did not give us much hope. They thought that Shelly would die soon
after we brought her home because she had already arrested two times in the
hospital. Because heart transplantation was not available after Shelly was
born, corrective surgeries were the plan.
What joy this little angel
brought to our home. Continuing to have supervised visits with her biological
parents for one hour each week, at the Department of Social Services, Shelly
grew and became stronger each day. By the time she was five months old we
were again traveling down the road to U of M for surgery number 2 in April
1997. As we walked down the hallway of the Pediatric Cardiac Unit, nurses
that had cared for Shelly her first two months of life greeted us. With tears
down their faces they were so happy to see Shelly and how well she had thrived.
What a true miracle of God’s love!
As we began the hours
of waiting in the family waiting room for updates by the staff on how surgery
#2 was progressing, our hearts just ached to think that Shelly was to have
to go through the healing process again from opening up her little chest.
But also excited to think that after this surgery was completed, she no longer
would have the supplemental oxygen and she only had one more surgery to endure
which wouldn’t be until she was about fifteen months old. Shelly did make
it through the surgery and came home with a lot of new medications and special
care. Shelly improved and on November 5, 1998 we celebrated Shelly’s first
birthday with family and friends. She began walking right after her birthday
and was beginning a gabber continuously.
Visits
with Shelly’s biological parents continued but there was concern by the Department
of Social Services if they could care for Shelly’s medical needs. It was time
once again to return to U of M for surgery #3. Shelly’s biological parents
also came down and waited for the surgery to be completed. As the nurse took
Shelly from my arms, Mark and I cried as she was wheeled down the hallway
to the surgery room in a little red wagon. We had grown to love her as our
daughter and we knew the feelings were mutual. After surgery was completed,
Shelly’s biological parents went in to see Shelly in the Pediatric Intensive
Care Unit and it was at the time they made the decision to sign off on all
parental rights. They had given us a beautiful gold heart necklace and asked
us to give it to Shelly. Several birthday pictures were taken with this heart
necklace on.
Ironically we met a young
Christian couple who worked at the hospital that could not have children of
their own and had grown to love Shelly and showed a desire to adopt her if
parental rights were terminated. Shelly again did so well after her surgery
and we began looking towards this young couple adopting Shelly. During the
process of adoption papers being approved by the state, one more surgical
procedure had to be completed when Shelly was 18 months old. After this heart
catherization surgery, the doctor came out with a tired disappointing look
on his face and proceeded to tell us that the surgeries that were done on
Shelly were not as successful as they had hoped and that Shelly would have
to have a heart transplant. With tears in our eyes and shock on our faces,
I looked at the doctor and said, “play God”. He said “What?” I again said,
“play God”. “When could she have the transplant, will she live long enough
to have the transplant, what do we do now because there is a young couple
that wants to adopt Shelly”?
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