The Call

August of 2016. We have been in our house in Fort Atkinson for a few months. We knew our unborn child had some heart “issues” and were made aware that there is a chance this issue was connected to him having Down Syndrome. I was in complete denial that could even be a possibility. I was born with Atrial Septal Defect (ASD) of the heart. Basically, a small hole in the heart. When I was two years old, I had a surgery to correct it. ASD is quite common and “easy” for a heart surgeon to repair without any further consequences. I was later told it’s the “best” heart condition to have.

With all our kids, we did an extra ultrasound with a heart specialist. I believed having a child born with ASD was a very real possibility. That really didn’t scare me at all. I basically looked at it as no big deal. When our son was identified as having a heart issue, I convinced myself it was ASD connected to me having an ASD. Nothing else genetic. Nothing else.

We had a few heart doctors that believed the baby could have Down Syndrome. I completely removed this possibility from my thought, there is no way the child could. It had to be related to my heart issue and it is no big deal. We had a Doctor suggest we get a blood test to find out for sure. This test would confirm what I knew already. Michelle went to St. Mary’s hospital in Madison for this test. I was to busy with my work to go with her. I knew it was not big deal anyways, just a routine lab work. We would get back the result I knew we would and we could move on with our disrupted lives.

When we moved to Fort Atkinson 2 years earlier, we had a fantastic dog, Fiona Sadly she died of cancer a few months before we moved into our house. A week after she passed, we got Rosie. She is a little dog full of energy. In Late July of 2016, we decided our life wasn’t full, so we got Wrigley. They are both rescue dogs and they are still with us. I love them dearly. We got Wrigley on Sunday July 31, 2016. Life was smooth sailing. Everyone was healthy, I was in complete denial that anything could be wrong with our baby.

Welcome to Monday. Monday, August 1st, Michelle received a call for a job offer. She was offered (and accepted) a Full Time position with the School District of Fort Atkinson as a Counselor. Things were really starting to work it’s way out for a smooth transition and to settle in.

As a typical Monday I was very busy at work. Michelle tried calling me several times, my phone did not pick it up, or I ignored it. Either way, I don’t remember. Finally she reached me and there was screaming on the other end. Trent (8 years old) was on his scooter going down a hill. He stopped and his scooter swung around and hit his lower right leg. The scooter gave him a huge “spiral break” in his leg. By the time I raced home, he was already off to the hospital and received a cast from above his knee to his toes. Just in time for our summer vacation to Northern Michigan to go swimming, hiking, etc.

Tuesday went by and I frankly forgot about the blood test Michelle had the week before, then Wednesday….. August 3, 2016.

It’s funny in life you live so many minutes, but remember some like they just happened. Our wedding, our kids birth and The Call. I pulled up after work to our home. Excited to see the kids and play with the new dog. Michelle was on the front porch, on the phone. She hung up and said directly to me “Our Baby has Down Syndrome.” I only said one word “F—.” That is it. Threw what I was holding to the ground and started to cry. I thought at the time this was the worst news a person could get. I frankly had zero positive thoughts. Why me, why us? Our life was really getting on track and now this will ruin our life. I never imagined how wrong I would be and had no reason to be upset!

The reason write this is mainly to speak to someone who is going through this or knows someone who is going through this. Fast forward 3.5 years, if I knew what I know now, my reaction would be 100% different. Having a child with Down Syndrome is the biggest blessing a parent could have. I AM THE LUCKY ONE. I’m not saying that to convenience myself, but to share with you. Our son is amazing and our life was so incomplete without him. What we would learn about Down Syndrome is life changing.

I look forward to sharing our journey. There are so many bumps ahead, the Doctors, the Birth, the Heart, the Job, the business the Move(s)…. Then there is my mother fighting ovarian cancer in 2016 for almost 2 years.

Thank you for reading.

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Trent and I with Coach Paul Chryst 6 days after he broke his leg. I became a huge Badger fan this day.

Everything is going to be fine, what if it is not?

July of 2016. We just moved into our “final” house in Fort Atkinson, WI. It is a great house, 3 bedrooms for the kids, finished basement, awesome backyard. Michelle was pregnant with our fourth. We took the 3 kids to the ultrasound as a celebration to “see” the baby and to get excited!

It was a Wednesday, I was very busy at work, but took some time to drive to the hospital. There was Michelle and our 3 kids. Michelle’s parents were nice enough to help bring the kids. In fact, her parents helped a ton, even thought we were 1.5 hrs away.

Michelle laid down and we were all excited. We didn’t want to know boy or girl yet (that was for the reveal party). We just wanted to see our very healthy baby growing! Then the tech started. Showing the feet, the hands, etc. All the fun stuff we were all excited about. Then the organs, and the heart…… long silent pause….. why is she taking a million pictures of the heart….. why is she looking worried.

We ask if everything is ok, She didn’t need to speak to tell us no. Just a simple lie is all she could get out. Something to the effect of that she just wasn’t getting good pictures. I’m not a poker player, but her words were not fooling anyone in the room. We knew something was wrong. We could hear the heart beat, we could see it moving, so why isn’t she (the ultrasound tech) smiling?

She kept leaving the room and coming back looking at the heart. She would not answer our questions, just that she was getting more pictures. Why more pictures is what I wanted to know.

Then it ended, our session was done. Nothing but simple words that our Doctor would be in touch. That was it. We knew something was very wrong. Then just like that, I’m back at work. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my job in Fort Atkinson, I loved who I worked with. Quitting that job is for another post, maybe multiple posts…

The next day went by, no news. I remember not sleeping much. Lack of sleep is something I was going to get use to. I was excited for Thursday night. By far and away my favorite thing in Fort Atkinson was slow pitch softball on Thursday night. I am not a good player by any stretch of the imagination. But for that one hour a week, I had friends outside of work. I will be forever grateful to that group of guys who were so sincere to me and listed to me for the months to come. We played for 1 hour, celebrated for a few after the win or lose. Winning the championship the next year was pretty awesome, but being able to talk our issues coming up was very helpful. Having people that listen is huge. Not tell you how it’s going to be ok, not tell you their stories, but just listen.

Then we packed up and hit the road for a Family Reunion in Southern Indiana. The Doctor called Michelle when we were in the car. There were concerns with the heart and all our treatment was being transferred to University of Wisconsin Children’s Hospital Pediatric Cardiac Unit in Madison. That was it. Time to try to enjoy a vacation.

I loved the family reunion, in fact, I’d like to go back to it. But it was horrible to let your thoughts wonder to what is going on with our 4th child who was due in just over 3 months.

We live in a small town, know almost no one, related to no one, have very few friends outside of work. What are we doing? We just bought an awesome house, we have an awesome family, but maybe now we don’t. Our child was going to need us, need us to be strong, need us to be brave, need us more than I ever knew someone needed someone. Our child was going to need us to fight for his life as we are going to be asked several times by Doctors if we wanted to abort our child. Being told by Doctors it’s ok to have a late term abortion. (much more on this later) He’s our child and he’s going to be great. But what if he’s not going to be great? What if everything isn’t going to be just fine?

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Matea and Lydia excited for the new baby in Summer of 2016.

Why Now?

Why start a blog? Why do it now? Easy, there is no time like the present. At the risk of quoting myself: “To mean to do something, without action, is meaningless.” This is a line that came to me while I was preparing my mother’s funeral eulogy, for her funeral on May 1st of 2019. To be perfectly honest, I haven’t felt like preparing many things since then.

I’ve always thought New Year’s Day was an extremely overrated holiday, but this year was different. 2019 was a full year. Tons of joy, excitement, changes, challenges and tremendous sadness. When the calendar turned to 2020, I felt a weird pull to go do something good and share my story, really our story as a family.

I consider myself the most blessed person I know. I have an amazing wife (Michelle) four incredible children (Trent, Lydia, Matea and Malix). All kids change your life, but Malix REALLY changed our life. Malix was born on November 2, 2016. Just so happens the Cubs won the World Series that day!!! It also just so happens he has Down Syndrome. It also just so happens he needed a major heart surgery shortly after birth.

The past 3 years have been challenging, stressful, but incredible. I want to use this blog to process it all and share some insightful, funny, crazy stories along the way.

Please follow below and I promise you the content will be enjoyable, insightful and maybe a little bit funny.