02/27/2019
My beautiful Megan was born 29 years ago today, she did not, however, live to see her second birthday, but the legacy she has left changed my life forever!
Monday, February 26, 1990, was a gorgeous sunny day, but bitterly cold and at 4:10 pm Keith and I were a little nervous, as we entered the hospital because she was three and a half weeks early, but once we saw her, we were elated. Megan was Keithâs third child, but she was our first together...we had such plans. Three weeks later, however, everything changed!
Over the next 3 weeks I was having a lot of problems with what I thought was Megan having diarrhea, but instead of losing weight from it, she was gaining weight. I went back and forth to doctors, and at first, they did not seem to think that anything was wrong, they were pleased that she was gaining weight and I was treated like a nervous mother. But there WAS something wrong, Meg was in congenital heart failure it was called Myocarditis (an enlargement of the heart) and all of a sudden our world turned upside down.
Over the next 6 months, we were introduced to a Pediatric Cardiologist and medicines so toxic that an accidental overdose was very real. We were able to keep her stable, but nothing was improving, but then things took a turn for the worse on Sunday, October 7, 1990. Keith allowed me to sleep in that morning, while he played with Meg, at about 10:30, I came downstairs, and he just put her down for a nap. We were able to enjoy a half an hour to have breakfast and talk about plans for the day when we heard this gut-wrenching noise that came from Meganâs room. The two of us bolted up the stairs, and as Keith lifted her from her crib, her whole body went limp. Her skin was grey, and she was unconscious, we were so freaked out. Keith called 911, and I ran down the stairs with her in my arms. We were so frantic, and the waiting for the paramedics to come to the house seemed to take forever. When they arrived, they carried her away in the ambulance, and as Keith and I rushed to the hospital, we couldnât believe that she was not there. As it would turn out, she would not arrive for another 40 mins. The paramedics needed to stop the ambulance twice to start her heart again. When she finally came to the hospital, four large firemen were surrounding her around the gurney. Her cardiologist spent the next 5 hours getting her stable. He told us that Megan suffered a Cardiac Arrest and a Stroke, she now has Cardiomyopathy, and it is irreversible Keith and I were devastated. He said to us that he needed to stabilize her so she can be transferred to another hospital, she needed a heart transplant.
In 1990, Organ Donation was still such a rarity, but for a baby - it was virtually unheard of. The first hospital that she went to immediately listed her for the transplant, but because of the stroke, as time went on, they believed that she was a vegetable and before they even gave us a chance to prove them wrong, they dropped her from the list. We were on a mission to prove them wrong, and after we got a physical therapist to help get Megan stronger four months later, we went to Columbia Presbyterian hospital. When Dr. Linda Addonizio interviewed Keith and me, I brought all of my notebooks with her progress over the last 4 months, so that she would not be swayed by her outward weakness versus the great strides that she had gained since October 7. The Dr said she wanted to get a head CT to see how severe the damage may have been from the stroke, but based on our story, she said, I do not believe that she is a vegetable! On February 4, 1991, Dr. Addonizio showed us where the bleed was, she told us kids are resilient, I believe in Megan, we just listed her, she is the number one child in the nation for a heart transplant. So now we wait!
Over the next months, the stress of waiting was both stressful and frightening, knowing what was ahead for her and us. On Friday, September 13, 1991, the call came, and when Dr. Addonizio asked how Meg was, I told her, she was doing well, we are just anxiously waiting, she told us we donât have to wait any longer, the heart was here. At that moment, I was terrified, knowing that another mother, just lost her child and the fear of the actual surgery itself.
At around 4:00am the next morning, Dr. Addonizio came out of the OR beaming telling us that the surgery was a huge success, she said that as soon as they placed the new heart in her chest, they did not need to help it to start beating, it started on its own. She was so thrilled, and Keith and I just embraced each other knowing we did it and she is going to be ok.
Megan broke all kinds of records, she was out of ICU after 2 days, she was in her walker flying up and down the halls greeting all the kids in each of their rooms. Dr. Addonizio told us that she was the most successful pediatric heart transplant at that time in Columbia history! We were so full of joy! But unfortunately it did not last, two weeks later she got an infection that she could not fight. Six weeks after her surgery, Megan lost her battle with the virus, and on October 23, 1991, she died.
Our hearts were so broken, but not our belief in Organ Donation, and to this day I do my best to educate people for the importance of giving the gift of life - in Megan's name! Be The Gift! đđ