I was born with a misshapen heart. Still, I spent my childhood swimming, dancing, running bases, and hearing doctors marvel at the excellent surgical repair I’d received.
From a young age, I had only one question for my cardiologist: could I carry children. He’d always laugh and tell me childbirth involved organs outside of his cardiac expertise. I never got a straight answer, although I felt optimistic since no physical limitations were ever set on me.
One of the happiest days of my life was in the delivery room, pushing between laughter until Caroline was born. I never imagined childbirth could be so fun. Her name means “beautiful joyous song,” which is exactly what her life has been to all who love her.
Last week at Caroline’s well check-up, the pediatrician’s brow furrowed as he held a stethoscope to her chest. “I’m referring her to a pediatric cardiologist,” he said. “Do any heart defects run in your family?”
Do they?! Yes, in her mother, her grandfather, and her grandfather’s sister who died as an infant. I wondered if I should worry, but every time I looked at our oldest daughter, I felt God surely intended to continue using her to spread more joy and beauty. (I realized I could be right or wrong.)
A week later, Caroline’s cardiologist gave us another “beautiful joyous song”… news thats Caroline’s heart is healthy. Two innocent sounds came from her heart: a “Venus Hum” and a “Still’s Murmur.” The first is literally the hum of her body working. The second is described as “a unique musical, resonate, vibratory sound.”
Her healthy heart is literally humming, making music. How fitting for Caroline, our “beautiful joyous song.”