I can show you this…
This was pre-op. Her chest doesn’t look like this anymore. Honestly, I thought I would be horribly upset by it. I am horribly upset that she is in pain, but her chest looks better to me now. The surgeon’s skilled hands were able to “pull up” her rib cage so that it isn’t so splayed and make more room for her swollen, but newly mended, heart.
We came back to the CICU with these…
Can’t tell what they are? They’re IV pumps. Yes, Dolly has THAT many meds pumping into her little body right now. It’s lit up like a Christmas tree in here. I thought I would be horribly upset by it. Instead, I’m grateful. I’m grateful that we have the medical technology to give her what she needs and that we are blessed enough to have one of the country’s best surgeons taking care of our baby. And the nursing staff. SO BLESSED! I love them.
Dolly has continued to sail over hurdles. Yesterday’s updates out of the operating room were AMAZING. The Nurse Practitioner who works with our surgeon kept coming out and saying things like “you won’t believe this but…we’re done working on her aorta,” or “you won’t believe this but…we’re completely done with the repair and she’s barely bleeding,” or, my personal favorite “you won’t believe this but…we were able to take her breathing tube OUT in the OR and she’s coming back to the room breathing all on her own.” Well, to be fair, she has a little Oxygen pumping into her nose, but her lungs are doing FABULOUSLY.
Residents, nurses, doctors in OTHER specialties all flocked to her just to look at the little girl who 12 weeks ago YESTERDAY joined our family from a Chinese orphanage where she was left to die of a condition that children usually have corrected in their first MONTH of life.
If I hadn’t believed before, I would now.
My baby is a miracle.
We have a long road in front of us. Dolly fought her sedation all night last night. She fought so hard that her urine output dropped and the pressures in her heart went up. We’ll need to adjust some things today to give her tiny body time to heal from the major hit it has taken.
But, for now, on the day of her 3 month adoption anniversary and her second birthday, our baby was granted a miracle.
I couldn’t be more grateful for everything we’ve been given. One step at a time. One.step.at.a.time.
who is ready to see just a few of those machines take.a.hike. Come on baby girl! God’s got this!