Our Precious Ethan Carter

Ethan Carter Lane was born on March 12, 2010, perfectly healthy except for a rare congenital heart defect (Supravalvular Aortic Stenosis and Supravalvular Pulmonic Stenosis) that has been passed down through the generations in my family. His sister, Emily (born November 22, 2004), has the same defect. She had two cardiac catheterizations with balloon angioplastys and open-heart surgery, all before the age of one. She is a happy, energetic little girl who has never been sickly (you would never even know she has a heart defect) and has an incredible future. Her little brother Ethan was expected to follow a similar course. He was a "normal baby"... he never looked or acted sick, never struggled, never let us know just how severe his heart defect really was. On June 4, 2010, at two months and three weeks of age, Ethan underwent his first procedure--- a cardiac catheterization with balloon angioplasty. Only they never started the actual procedure. When someone is put under general anesthesia, their blood pressure drops. When the doctors put our precious Ethan under, his heart could not handle the drop in blood pressure. He went into sudden, unexpected cardiac arrest, and teams of doctors tried everything they knew to save him. But, Jesus did the saving that day in His Own special way... and Ethan went to live forever in Heaven. This blog is simply one mother working through her grief and reconciling a Loving God with One Who allows us to suffer the loss of a child. It is also one mother wanting the world to know about her incredibly special son--- and the God Who loves him.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Grampy and Ethan

This day last year was Ethan's memorial service.

And on this day three years ago, my Daddy went to be with Jesus.

I remember being pregnant with Ethan and being so sad that my Daddy would have to wait so long to meet him...

I never dreamed I would be the one having to wait to be with Ethan.

My heart aches for them, and it is inconsolable.

I know my Daddy must be telling my son all about me when I was a little girl.

I'm 31 years old, and I'm still a Daddy's Girl.

I wish so much the three of us could share those stories together.

One day very soon, we will.
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  1. SueJuly 30, 2011 at 7:23 PM

    I'm so very sorry for your loss, and grateful to God that one day, you will see your little boy again. Praise His Name.

    hugs, Sue

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