My Baby’s Broken Heart (Transposition of the Great Arteries)

This is a pretty heavy subject matter for a blog post but what happened changed me, it changed my outlook on life and it changed the way I think and even the way I feel. I  have a need to write about it. So here we are…

Day 1

Newborn Zaki. Not a hint of anything wrong.

On 17th July 2015 at 4.48am I gave birth to my second baby boy, Zaki. I’d had a c-section with my first and I was pretty pleased that I’d managed a vaginal birth with 8lb 5 Zaki, mainly because it meant I could go home soon and bask in the post-birth afterglow and mist of love that surrounds you when you’ve just had a baby, and be with my two precious boys. Or so I thought.

Everything seemed fine at first. I took some snaps of my new arrival and texted my nearest and dearest to let them know that he’d arrived.

Zaki took his first feed from me. Not much, hardly anything really. But hey, he’d just been born, he needed a rest, so we let him off. When I attempted another feed around an hour later Zaki wouldn’t wake or attempt to drink at all. Not too worried, I told the midwife who was in the room at the time. She suggested we try with a syringe to get him interested and left the room to get one. It just so happened that there was a doctor outside when she opened the door. She asked him if he’d come to check over Zaki. He hadn’t, but he would do, as he was there. I still wasn’t worried.

The doctor started checking over Zaki and after around a minute shouted outside that he needed help. A midwife rushed in. I started to worry. He told the midwife that Zaki’s sats (oxygen saturation levels) were very low. The midwife replied that they couldn’t be because Zaki was “a good colour” and his machine must be wrong. He tried again with another machine; still very low. He told the midwife to get Zaki to special care immediately. There was absolute panic in his voice. I was crying now.

We found out over the course of the next few hours that Zaki had been born with a congenital heart defect (CHD) called Transposition of the Great Arteries (TGA). I won’t go into too much medical detail (if you want to know more this website explains well) but basically two arteries were in the wrong position and pumping blood to the wrong parts of the body. They needed to be swapped over and a consultant who came in especially to diagnose Zaki told us that if something wasn’t done that day Zaki would die.

Zaki being prepared for the journey to Leeds General Infirmary by air ambulance.

Zaki was deteriorating rapidly. He was put into an induced coma and onto a ventilator. The air ambulance was called, and he was flown to Leeds General Infirmary within the first few hours of his life. I couldn’t fly with him, I had to say goodbye, knowing that it might be a forever goodbye. Not knowing if he’d be alive when I saw him again. My heart was broken into a million pieces seeing his tiny body in that pod, knowing there wasn’t a thing I could do to help him. I put my trust in the air ambulance doctors who were amazing at trying to reassure me. They told me he was “very very sick but we’ll do everything we can”. The looks on their faces gave more away than their words though.

I was told that as soon as Zaki got to Leeds a procedure called a balloon septostomy would be performed on him to create a hole in his heart so that the blood could mix and more oxygen would be circulated around his body.

The rest of that day is mostly a blur. I don’t remember the journey to Leeds. I do remember that I Googled like mad to try and find out as much as I could about TGA. I’m the kind of person that clings onto statistics, so I was comforted when I read that 90-something percent of babies born with TGA are successfully operated on and go on to live healthy lives with no need for further major surgery. Zaki’s case was more complicated, although nobody knew why until the surgeons actually opened his chest and looked at his heart. But if your baby is born with TGA, the chances are, he or she will be fine.

In Zaki’s case we didn’t know that he had TGA before he was born, it wasn’t picked up at his 20 week anomaly scan and apparently around 50% of cases are not picked up pre-natally. If we had known, Zaki would have been born in Leeds, rather than in our local hospital.

Usually the balloon septostomy will buy time for a baby to grow and become strong enough for heart surgery, around 7-10 days after being born. When I arrived in Leeds I was told that the procedure hadn’t improved Zaki’s sats as much as was hoped or as much as it usually would. Sats should be as close to 100 as possible; Zaki’s were in the 60’s. The doctors couldn’t work out why.

Day 2

The next day was probably the worst because it really hit home what was happening. The doctors couldn’t understand why Zaki was so poorly. A consultant in the Peadiatric Intensive Care Unit (PICU) told me that “Zaki probably wouldn’t survive”. I looked at her blankly. She said it again. I nodded but I didn’t believe her. My brain wouldn’t let me believe her because it knew that if I did I wouldn’t be able to function.

A few hours later she told us that Zaki was so ill they might have to operate as an emergency that day. It was a Saturday but she had called the surgical team in to discuss whether to operate. She told us that if they didn’t Zaki would probably die but if they did, he was so ill that he would probably die in surgery. I really don’t know how I survived as she was telling me this. I was on autopilot. I was hearing the words but not taking them in. I was responding to her but it wasn’t me speaking. It was decided the doctors would try  everything they could think of to improve Zaki’s condition as much as they could and he would be operated on the next day.

Day 3

Zaki looked so ill that day. His whole body and face were extremely swollen due to the extra fluids that were being pumped into him.  
I signed the consent forms. The surgeon and cardiologist spoke at length about the operation and the risks. I only heard “death, brain damage, organ failure”. I begged the surgeon not to let him die.

I was told the operation would last around 3 hours. It was more like 9. The longest 9 hours of my entire life, it felt like days. Some people go shopping, go for a meal, go to sleep while their baby is in theatre. I couldn’t do any of that. I didn’t eat or drink anything. I was in a daze. My stomach was in knots, I could feel my heart physically aching. The last thing the doctor had told us was that Zaki was in a really vulnerable situation and that I had to prepare myself for the worst.

For the majority of the 9 hours I sat in the waiting area of PICU, I moved only to go into a private side room to express the milk that by some miracle, kept on coming despite the stress. The doctors had said they’d come and get me as soon as the operation was over. It was excrutiating and when the nurse finally came to tell us the operation was over I was shaking, through anxiety and sheer exhaustion.

I was taken into a room with the surgeon, a cardiologist and a nurse and it was explained to me that upon opening Zaki’s chest they had found that he had TGA and 2 holes in his heart. But what was causing the biggest problem was his coronary artery, which was too narrow; a quarter of the size that it should have been. That’s the reason he had been so sick. The amazing surgeon, Stefano Congiu, had managed to make it bigger but he had no idea how successful the surgery was going to prove to have been. He’d never performed this kind of surgery before and neither had anyone else. Newborn hearts are the size of a walnut, the suture the surgeon was stitching with was finer than a strand of my hair. That this kind of surgery can be performed at all is a miracle to me.

The surgeon told us that 1 in 4 babies in this situation would die. I immediately flipped that statistic and replied that that meant that 3 in 4 would survive.

While Zaki was in theatre his heart was stopped and he was put onto a bypass machine (called an ECMO machine) so that the surgeon could operate. The ECMO machine pumps the blood around the body, bypassing the heart and lungs.

I’d been warned that he might come out of theatre still on that life support machine so that his heart and lungs could rest, but he didn’t, which I was told was a very good sign.  But it didn’t last. After about 2 hours the doctors asked everyone to leave PICU because they needed to implement theatre conditions to put Zaki back on the ECMO machine. His heart was too weak after the surgery and couldn’t function, it was failing, so he needed the ECMO machine to do the work for him while he recovered. His surgeon told us that 1 in every 2 babies in this position would die. Again I flipped it and said “yes but that means 50% survive”. The odds don’t sounded much better when I put them like that.

The ECMO machine is on the right.

After surgery Zaki’s chest was left open. I was warned that it would be. I could see his poorly heart trying its hardest to beat. Looking around the intensive care bay I could see that none of the other babies or children were in the same situation as Zaki. He was the only one on ECMO, as well as being on a ventilator and an enormous amount of life support drugs. We were told the situation had to be assessed on an hour by hour basis. The number of consultants, registrars, surgeons and nurses caring for Zaki was overwhelming. Each of them really trying their absolute hardest to save my baby. I owe each of them, and the NHS, so much more than I will ever be able to give.

Days 4-9 

Zaki’s surgeon told us that the maximum number of days he could be on the ECMO machine was 10. After that the blood would start clotting and there were other risks that came with the machine that would become greater, such as organ failure and brain damage. Also, in their experience, if a heart isn’t well enough after 10 days of rest, it’s never going to be. Each morning an ECHO (scan) was done on Zaki’s heart to assess the function. Each day I was told there was a slight improvement and that’s what I clung onto. As I walked down the hospital corridor on my way to PICU each morning I would beg and pray to God that the ECHO showed an improvement.

I was told on several different occasions that Zaki probably wasn’t going to survive and I should prepare for the worst; that he was deteriorating, that I should call people to come and say goodbye.  But I always kept the belief that he could fight through it. I never once allowed myself to fully process that I might not be taking my baby home to meet his brother. And he was such a fighter, he always bounced back after each set back, his strength gave me strength.

After 5 days on the ECMO machine the doctors decided to try to take Zaki off it. It was another agonising wait, this time for 4 hours. But he came off it and his heart and lungs were now working, his body was working, with the help of a ventilator, a dialysis machine and too many drug infusions to count. I was ecstatic, I started to dare to think about taking my baby home one day soon. That night though, Zaki took a turn for the worse. I stayed with him until 4am when his nurse persuaded me to go and sleep and she would call if there was any change. I didn’t get a call and when I called PICU at 8am they told me that Zaki had started to improve again and was doing much better.

Days 10-17 

 Generally, things improved and improved from there on in. We had a few blips, a few blood transfusions, a few bad blood gas results and changes in medication. But we were starting to slowly relax and daring to believe he would be ok soon. His chest was closed 2 days after being taken off the bypass machine and as the sedatives were reduced he became more alert and opened his beautiful eyes on day 11.

Zaki was still sedated and on a huge amount of morphine, which was gradually being reduced. The next big hurdle was coming off the ventilator and making sure Zaki could breathe for himself without tiring. After a few failed attempts he mastered the breathing thing on day 20, which meant that I could finally hold him!!! I was so happy I thought my heart would burst. I still tear up thinking about that moment he was placed into my arms.

The first photo of me and my boy.

He spent 3 weeks exactly in PICU before he was transferred to the high dependency unit (HDU) of the paediatric cardiology ward.  

Days 21-28

My oldest boy, Omar, only just 2 himself, finally got to meet Zaki when he was transferred to HDU. During the whole time Zaki was in hospital Omar stayed with my parents while I stayed in a house on hospital grounds for families of sick children. The Sick Children’s Trust relies on charitable donations to run the houses and it was a godsend. I missed Omar so so so much and felt unbelievably guilty for leaving him but leaving Zaki wasn’t an option.

Omar meeting Zaki for the first time.

After one week on the cardiology ward Zaki was transferred to our local hospital to be weaned off morphine and oxygen and establish feeding.

The ambulance journey from Leeds.

Days 29 – 42

I had been expressing milk since Zaki was born but my neglected and stressed-out body couldn’t make enough by week 5, so he was having formula top-ups. Because he was sedated for so long Zaki had lost his sucking reflex though, so he was being tube fed. There was talk of Zaki being discharged with oxygen canisters and his feeding tube still in situ but in the end he needed none of that. He started to take his feeds from a bottle, ditched the oxygen and exactly 6 weeks after he was born, on day 42, we went home.

It wasn’t all plain sailing once we got home. Zaki was prescribed (what seemed like) all the medicine in the world. It took me an age to prepare and administer it three times a day. He also had an undiagnosed cow’s milk protein allergy and vomited every single one of his feeds. Omar was confused and annoyed about being left for so long and I bore the brunt of it. Plus I was constantly (and I mean constantly) checking that Zaki was breathing and not blue.

My boys.

Things have settled down a lot now. Omar loves me again and Zaki only takes two medicines a day. He’s also on hypoallergenic formula and gaining weight well. He had an appointment with his cardiologist this week, who was very pleased with his heart function and how he presented.

Neither Omar nor Zaki will remember those 6 weeks of hell when they’re older, thank goodness, but I can honestly say I’ll never be over it. Sometimes I look back and wonder how I got through the days. I think about the other children that were in PICU over the weeks. The boy that was brain damaged during his surgery, the baby that didn’t make it after her surgery, the 11 year old girl that had such a rare type of cancer nothing was known about it and her mother’s wails as she died.

Me and my baby were lucky. I’ll never stop counting my blessings and I’ll never ever stop championing the NHS for saving my baby’s life.


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43 thoughts on “My Baby’s Broken Heart (Transposition of the Great Arteries)

  1. I don’t even know what to say. Thank God that your baby made it through all of that. I couldn’t even imagine! I am in tears right now and I don’t even know you. ❤

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  2. It’s so heartbreaking reading this, I’m teary eyed… Luckily, miracles do happen and your little Zaki is a proof of it… He’s such a great fighter and an adorable little baby! For sure, you’ll have the best Christmas ever… #justanotherlinky

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  3. What a heartbreaking read, I am so, so pleased that there was a positive outcome and your Zaki certainly is a fighter! He is absolutely gorgeous isn’t he – that photo of him in the basket with his big bro looking down, so cute. It is amazing isn’t it the emergency care we have. xx

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  4. Oh my goodness, what a traumatic time for you all and I am so pleased that Zaki came through it all and is now doing so well. That photo of you having a cuddle for the first time made me tear up – what a beautiful moment that must have been and I love the photo of Omar meeting his brother for the first time too. It makes you realise just how amazing the NHS is and what miracles surgeons can achieve. I don’t think you ever forget the struggles of those weeks in PICU and the little ones who sadly don’t survive though – I wish all stories could have positive outcomes. Thank you so much for sharing your story with #hearttoheartlinky.

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    1. Thank you for a reading and taking the time to comment, it means a lot. If someone had told me a year ago what I’d have to go through I’d have said I couldn’t do it, but when it comes to our kids we just find the strength don’t we? Xx


  5. Thanks for sharing this. Our daughter had the same operation on 14th Jan 2015 (with none of the complications you experienced). The LGI team and the whole of the NHS were simply brilliant. Martha is now a bundle of fun and we truly cherish every day. The trauma had made it all so precious. Best of luck to you all

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    1. So lovely to hear from a fellow heart parent! I’m so pleased Martha is doing well, I suppose the one good thing about TGA is once it’s fixed, it’s fixed and further operations usually aren’t necessary. You’re so right, after such a rocky start to their lives we really understand how precious they are.
      Here’s hoping for a wonderful 2016 for you and your family.


  6. Hi there I was on the same picu at the same time as zaki with my little girl isabella I’m not sure weather you will remember us. Glad everything is okay now and wishing you all the best for 2016

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  7. The wait while your child is in theatre, especially the last hour when you’re waiting for them to call – you can’t liken that feeling you have in the pit of your stomach to anything else.

    While we never had any ECMO experience, we took Martha Grace to GOSH for Open Heart number 2 at 12 weeks old thinking we’d only be there for 10 days…while she had every complication imaginable and ended up being there for 10 weeks and she ended up needing a pacemaker and a 3rd emergency open heart. She’s two now and in October 2015 she had open heart number 4 but amazingly was home 5 days post op.

    Our Heart Kids are amazingly resilient and their siblings are so brave in dealing with everything they have to without fully understanding the situation.

    I wish you and your family a very happy 2016.

    xxx #heart2heart

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    1. Wow you’ve certainly been through the mill. Will Martha Grace need any further surgeries? I must be thankful that Zaki is now “fixed” anatomically and hopefully won’t need any more ops.
      Thank you for commenting, it’s good to hear from someone who has been through it too.
      Here’s hoping to good health all round in 2016, lots of love xxx


  8. Oh my word, i am crying my eyes out reading this. You are so brave. Our boy was born with 2 holes in his heart and had his surgery in january at 8 weeks old, i recognise the feelings you describe and the devastation you felt. Our boys condition was not anywhere as serious as zaki’s, i can’t imagine feeling worse than we did, but you must have done. So pleased that it was a happy ending for you (and us), a year on it seems like forever ago, like it never happened and it will for you too soon. Take care and give zaki an extra squeeze from my boy ben xxx

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    1. Thank you so much, it’s so lovely to hear from you. We’re so lucky to have our boys aren’t we? All the heartache and pain melts away as they get better but my heart breaks every day for those mums who weren’t as lucky as us.
      Lots of love to you and Ben xxx


  9. What an increadable heartbreaking but ultimately positive story. How strong and amazing are you. No one can possibly empathise with you over what you have been though unless they experienced it themselves, but I have the greatest admiration for you for getting through it and being able to write about it so beautifully after a relativly short space of time. Both your little ones are beautiful.
    A lot of things are said about the NHS but they are miracle workers, and we really need to fight as hard as we can to support and protect this amazing service.
    Thank you so much for sharing this story with us (and making me cry) Tracey xx #abitofeverything xxx

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    1. Thanks so much Tracey, such lovely words from you. It was a really really tough time but thank goodness it ended happily. My heart goes out those less fortunate.
      You’re so right, the NHS is the best thing about this country and it will be a tragedy if we lose it.
      Thanks for reading and commenting, much appreciated xx #abitofeverything

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  10. I am so happy to connect with you and other heart mums. I have been keeping it bottled up for over five years. It is so therapeutic to get it out finally. Heart moms need to unite and support each other. God Bless.


  11. Wow. Thanks so much for sharing your story. I’m so glad that little Zaki is doing so well. Your story brought it all back for me. My wife had pre eclampsia and was induced 6 weeks early at our local hospital. When Toby was born via c section he came out blue. Nurses rushed him off whilst we had an anxious 30 minute wait. We were then told of his undiagnosed TGA and the feelings of numbness you described are exactly how we felt. Nurses were saying words and I was nodding along but literally processed nothing. Making calls to people to explain the situation and hearing their tears was really hard. That same day Toby was raced 130 miles by ambulance to Gt Ormond Street. My wife was unable to go with us as she was still too weak from the c section and her liver began to fail due to pre eclampsia. Toby had his corrective surgery at 4 days old following the ballon septasomy treatment at just 2 days old. Those feelings you described about the longest 9 hours I totally get. My wait was only 5 hours but it felt 5 days. My wait was alone as my wife was still terribly sick in our local hospital. He came out without the machine and 2 hours later he took a turn so bad I was told to prepare for the worse. Thankfully like yours he grew stronger each day and rather fittingly Toby came home with me and my wife on his original due date. He is now 18 months and the hell that we all went through feels like a distant bad dream. His follow up checks have been positive and Toby now takes part in studies at GOSH so they can learn why this happens and how it affects development. The great news is that Toby will never remember it and he is developing perfectly in line with expectations of a baby born without TGA. Not a day goes by that when I wake up with our little family I thank the NHS and the wonderful work Gt Ormond Street did for my wife and my family. Life is so precious it’s just a shame it took me an episode like this to realise it. Thanks so much again for sharing your story. Your experience shared so many similarities with mine it’s enabled me to reflect on what happened, process it and move forwards appreciating every day.

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    1. Wow Stuart, so many similarities! I was reading through your comment holding my breath, willing it to be a happy outcome for Toby. I’m so thrilled to hear he’s developing as he should. Thank goodness, so far, so is Zaki. He’s 9 months now and crawling and pulling himself up. He has 6 teeth and he such a sociable, smiley baby. Like you, I feel so incredibly blessed and have realised how precious every day is.
      I can’t imagine how hard it must’ve been for you to go through those first days alone and also for your wife to be laid up in hospital going out of her mind with worry. Those days were the absolute worst of times for us. Hell is the only way I can describe it and I know you totally understand what I mean. But it does make the happy times now that much more wonderful.
      Thank you so much for reading and commenting. Big hugs to your super star, Toby ❤️


  12. My little grandson was born with the same it took 12 hours to realize he was very poorly wee went threw it to he got all fixed up n now he is a healthy 6 months old the children’s hospital in glasgow were amazing I hope ur little man turns out to be healthy God love all them wee kids born with this it is so hard to detect it n was nearly missed

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  13. Reading this post, I had my short time with my Ayden running on the side of my mind. I wish I could end my story too positively, like in your case. It’s just cruelty that Ayden fell into the 1 out of 4 stats.

    Zaki is beautiful. Masha Allah. All love to him and you!

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