Stanley faced every appointment with a smile. I hid my fear behind that smile. It kept me going, it kept my feet moving, it kept me confident in my son's resilience.

Seventeen years ago, I was told my baby had half a heart. Today, I look at my son and I don't see half of anything.

I never imagined that 35 years later I would find myself on the other side of the hospital bed watching my own son fight a battle so similar to mine.

There is no such thing as a silly question or asking too many times. We need to know.

Sometimes, that mom gut can save a life.

For the first time in a long time, we are simply grateful to be able to look at our daughter, hold her in our arms, and know that she is here.