Pre-Medical EducationMassachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) 1975
Medical SchoolYale Medical School 1979
University of Texas, Houston, 1979-1984
University of California, Los Angeles, 1984-1987
CertificationAmerican Board of Thoracic Surgery
FellowshipsAmerican College of Surgeons
American College of Chest Physicians
That night was My baby shower. It was held at my Sister in Laws house, It was a great baby shower and I got so many nice things. It was nice that Louis's grandmother had came by, for the first time The Morales And the Quevedo family was all reunited. Due to some fucker stealing my camera that day, I have very little pictures of that day. He is clearly going to hell though.
The following day I looked and found so many great things about him, But nothing about operating on such a tiny baby. I mean he went to MIT and graduated from Yale but did that mean he could save my baby? We were going to fnd out. The Next morning he had scheduled to meet me at 11. I skiped work and decided I would take time to spend with my boy in the early morning. I had called in the morning to get an update and everything was going great. Mason was still toleraring feeds and was in a good mood, she even said I could possibly hold him if I wanted to. I got their around 9 am and spend time reading to my boy and taking lots of pictures. He was in such a good mood and I happened to have got one of the best pictures I have ever gotten of Mason. He kept smiling although he was still feeling a little sick. His CBC from that morning looked alright and he was almost done with his course of antibiotics. These were the pictures of that morning.
Dr ad asked me to meet him at Masons bed side so before I knew it, it was around 11:30 and he had not arrived. I asked the nurse that we had an appointment at 11 and that it had been past 30 minutes so if she could see what was going on and if he was still going to make it. She called and they informed her he had got caught up in a surgery but that he was on his way. Then nurse had previously told me that doctors were ALWAYS late. I never thought this was true until today, lol he showed up at like 5 to 12 and he apologized for the delay. He introduced herself and so did I, I asked him all my questions and he was VERY good about answering them and telling me the truth, I trusted him right off the bat, I knew he was the right person to do this surgery, How did I know?? I have no clue but he made me feel safe which is what I wanted in the end. Then he proceeded to tell me he would do surgery the following morning. My heart sank a little, does this mean I might loose my baby tommorow? If Mason did not survive this surgery this would be the last day I would spend with him. I wont lie I had a mini panic attack but he assured me he would try his best and that more than likely everything would be ok. I immediately called Louis and told him the news and we both agreed to spend the night before with him.I spent the whole night talking to Mason, I held him and told him he needed to be strong for momy and daddy. I could not bare the thought that thy would open him up and work on his tiny little heart but it was something that needed to be done. We kissed him so much that night, In a sence it felt like goodbyes and I cried before leaving him. I just wish I could camp by and sleep next to him...Just this one night. But we both needed our rest. It was the big Day tommorow and he was going to get transferred to the PICU at around 1am.
I had a major panic attack in the waiting room, I was so tired because I could not sleep the night before so I kept dosing off, thinking I was going to wake up and they were going to tell me my baby boy had died. I even had a little dream where that same scenario happened and I woke up panicked. It was the longest 2 hours of my entire life. Louis fell asleep as we waited too and I remember being awake for a while crying my eyes out thinking "How could he be asleep, she should be comforting me right now" But I managed on my own, Ask me how? I have no clue but I did. I walked up and down the cardiology unit, there was several people in the waiting room who were obviously waiting for there family members to also come out of surgery. This was when I lost it, a doctor came in and told a wife her husband had not made it. I ran to the bathroom and cried, as I was in the restroom I started feeling a little light headed. I sat on the toilet and calmed myself down a little and that is when out of the corner of my eye I saw like a foggy shadow, I quickly turned around and it was gone. I lost it once again thinking that might be Mason coming to say goodbye, I washed my face and in distraught went back out to the waiting room. About 5 minutes later Dr. Bethencourt walked in the room. My heart stopped and sank, he sat down and said everything went good (I started crying) He shook my hand and told me it was a though job and the thoughest part was closing his giant PDA but that he had gotten it done and it looked like it was good blood flow. My first question was can his coarc narrow again? He told me it was possible but very unlikely, but that when kids had this surgery so early on they were more than likely require a second surgery down the line. He told me he was gonna go close him up and that I can see him in the PICU where he would recover. I took a few breaths, and smiled and thanked God. Finally after 2 months of contemplating his surgery it was now over. We could finally move on, Me and Louis went downstairs to get something to drink and to call our parents while they finished everything up. Everyone was so relieved and thankful that all had gone alright. I then went back upstairs and waited for him. I wasn't prepared to see him like this...My poor baby, But I had to be strong for him