This is very personal to me but also very important to share. He is the bravest person I know. He had 3 major surgeries before even turning 2 years old. He changed our lives, like any child will do, but more so. He has taught me things no one else could.
Luca Bo is 8, turning 9 in June. The 10 of June 2004 was his birthday. I remember it clearly. The excitement. It was finally happening. The baby was coming. We had to stop at the petrol station on our way to hospital. How silly. Me in contractions leaning towards the gas pump. Us laughing, my husband and me.What a great story this would be to tell our son one day...
Birth was relatively easy with no drugs. It was after birth that wasn't so easy... In a country where everyone spoke Spanish and I didn't understand. Where the medical care is very technical and impersonal... After birth was... Well, I don't want to talk about it...
One in 700 children are born with a cleft palate or cleft lip. It is one of the most common birth defects our expected babies are at risk for during pregnancy. Still scientists can't tell why this happens. It just happens. Still we don't really talk about it. Do we? A cleft palate baby is a broken baby. Visually broken. It hurts. But they can be mended. That is the good thing. Today's medical care is fantastic. Making progress everyday. New techniques, less pain, less scars, incredible results. Charity workers saving lives everyday with free surgeries in the third world.
Our Luca is one of a kind. He is one of 700. Unexpectedly so. The journey for this little boy has been long and still he is only half way through his primary medical treatments. Tomorrow it is time for surgery number 4, a transplantation of bone graft into he is upper cheek bone. After years of just living life it is now all put to the surface again. The memories of birth, hospital visits, the fact that Luca is different - always will be. But yet just a kid like any other. He is lucky to have had the best medical treatment possible at Uppsala Akademiska, Sweden and now here at CHUV in Lausanne, Switaerland.
I am hooking away on my Gypsy blanket edging with unconditional love... Counting down for the big day... Counting stitches to the finish... Suddenly my blanket has turned into more than just a blanket. It is now a symbol for this upcoming day and will always be in my memory. And so I managed to weave in some crochet bliss into this otherwise a bit heavy and very personal post. I might just be ready for a glorious Gypsy Blanket VOILA when all this is over. To celebrate the new start of the rest of Luca's life.
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