So I’ve been used to a restriction of 150 characters. I just want to give my thoughts on this entire process going on with our son, Luca.
Since my wife, Megan, and I have been married there was always the question, “when are you going to have children?” There’s never a right answer but we wanted to wait a few years so we could enjoy life in LA and enjoy our sleep. When Megan first told me she was pregnant I didn’t believe her, and I even pee’d on a pregnancy test just to test it. Well, I wasn’t pregnant but she was.
As a boy/man, whatever you want to call me, I wanted my first child to be a boy for a few reasons. To be able to watch me play soccer and to also protect his sister(s) if we were to ever have any. But playing soccer was the major one. I started playing soccer when i was four years old, and that’s what i always saw my kids doing as soon as they could walk. So it’s hard for me to sit in a doctors office and hear the doctor say my child most likely won’t be able to play sports, at all.
I’ve had and still have aspirations that my son will grow up watching me play soccer, and become a professional himself. I want him to be just like me but look like his mother, with my tan. Hopefully he can be even better than I am at soccer, and even have a left foot… I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for being strong willed and having to prove people wrong. So, there’s no way in hell I’m giving up hope for what’s to come from this kid.
Soccer is more than a job, and right now it is also my coping mechanism, the field is a place I can go and for a few hours get my mind off of life outside the lines. You wouldn’t have known from my post game interview reaction, but I had to meet doctors, surgeons, and tour a NICU the same day of our FC Dallas home game. The game brings joy, and obviously winning helps dealing with things as well. So my post game facial expressions are who I am, making people laugh and enjoy life. I’m still doing it and still being me.
Outside the lines we know this heart condition Luca has is very serious, as the doctors keep telling us. But I still have hope and faith that when he is born the doctors will come to us and say “it’s a miracle, Luca’s heart is perfect.” Even it doesn’t play out like that, I know we have so much support and prayers for him that he’s bound to make it through all of this and live a normal and healthy life.
So to everyone who has been supporting with prayers and sending us kind words, THANK YOU.
Ps- Took English 101 in college but I got a D, so don’t judge this post. And let’s be honest, this happened because of Twitter.