Baby Maverick

This blog was created to keep family and friends updated on what's going on with the pregnancy, birth, and surgical plan for Maverick. We'll also be able to keep everyone updated during his surgery and recovery and hopefully be able to show you some cute pictures of him, Maddie, Carter and Chloe along the way.

This was the original intent; however, when we started this blog we had no idea the twists and turns our lives would take. Our sweet baby Maverick was born September 12, 2008 with Transposition of the Great Arteries, ASD, and VSD. We expected to have a baby boy to bring home three to four weeks after his surgery. He had numerous complications after his arterial switch and fought through many that would have taken the life from an adult. He passed away February 24, 2009 - without ever coming home.

This blog is now a place I share my feelings, work through the grief, remember Maverick, and try to make sense out of our life without him. I hope in doing so I am giving a name and a face to babies everywhere born with congenital heart defects.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

videoHere's Maddie reading, "Brown Bear" to Maverick. For some reason the sound and video are off a little. If you look at Mav's mouth it looks like he's reading part of the time.

videoHere's Mav watching his aquarium. He can't quite decide whether to look at me or the aquarium.

2 comments:

Carol Bass said...

Julie,

That's the cutest thing ever..big sister reading to Maverick. He seemed very alert and ready to chime right in on the animal sounds. I am sooo glad things are looking up. What a testimony Maverick and your whole family are to us all.
Love ya, Carol Bass

Anonymous said...

Hi Juli,

So glad you got to hold Maverick...I'm sure he felt the love from his Mama. Maddie is such a great big sis. Carter's pic with his sundae was cute.

Okay, here's a funny story for ya. My husband, son (Dillon) and I went to California. I had a business trip there and they came along so they could go to Disney Land. Dillon was about 11. The hotel we stayed at had a buffet. One night Dillon came running to the table with a bowl full of whipped butter. He had a look of fear on his face. Just seconds later, the waiter came over and said he was chasing Dillon to get the bowl of "butter" back from him. Dillon knew he was being chased but not why. Dillon thought he had picked up ice cream...not the butter. The waiter was very nice and said it had happened before...then he brought Dillon a bowl of real ice cream.

Dillon's face when he was being chased was priceless.

Ok, that's my humor for the evening. :)

So glad to see Mav is doing better each day. Continuing my prayers!

Sherry