It is the end of a long day, if I were to tell you that Genevieve pushed through rough spots with flying colors, it would be an under-statement. Every hour that a medicine is taken away and not added, is a joyous event.
Our nurses and Dr. Medu (nickname) have become our champions in the room. I imagine my dear sweet friends on their knees and looking for ways to be useful to us, I imagine the numerous people who don't know Genevieve or her mother, who have taken this situation as a personal invitation to talk with God or get to know him again.
We are lifted up, we know that we are in the loving care of God and people who do the work that Jesus challenges us all to do. We know this, and it is silly to sermonize what so many people do with gladness and joy in their heart...to let Genevieve's name cross their lips in prayer.
We thank you all, we feel your prayers.
As I look at the faces of the other parents on the fifth floor, our rough spots present themselves as blessings.
- Imagine your 14 year old child is the sole survivor of a recent car wreck in the news, you have had to bury 4 family members while keeping vigil in your son's ICU room, praying that the monitors don't lie and your child's brain is in tact, even though every bone is in body is broken and fluid surrounds his brain.
Or imagine that you are Hispanic and your adolescent daughter is seriously injured and you don't speak English, you are the father keeping vigil, because the mother has to work...the nurses are kind..but what are they saying and how do you feel the compassion, other than their faces and how they keep your child's pain at bay?
Courage has one look, it is the tears that don't come behind the eyes of strength. If you ever doubt that God is alive and well, or if you ever doubt that God has a template of how you should live your life...go to a hospital...go to ICU...go to surgical waiting room...you will receive a primer on "what the walk looks like".
Like I said, it was a long day.
Genevieve news:
It took an entire day to reach the goals we hoped would come to pass. Genevieve was taken off oxygen at 10 p.m. this evening, she is breathing on her own. Huge for a TET baby...adequate oxygenation is paramount. Blood gases continued to indicate a need for potassium...a fifth IV was started and remains in place. Her diuretic was decreased through out the day...her renal output is favorable and no longer a concern. Genevieve started vomiting with every feeding...so those were stopped(her feedings). She began to vomit with her tylenol with codine, that was stopped. The Doctors contemplated putting her on morphine again, but that would compromise the progress she made with her bowels. So...she is on good ole tylenol suppositories. Imagine you had open heart surgery 48 hours ago and all you can reach for is tylenol...I can't begin to imagine how Genevieve does this...but she does.
Genevieve has kept 2 ounces of pedialyte down since 8 p.m. One ounce at 5:30 and another at 8. Imagine looking at the clock knowing that each minute she doesn't vomit is another minute closer to losing some IVs. This is important because...once she keeps food down; she can switch to oral medication and have the central lines removed, the pace maker wires removed, the central drainage tube removed and the catheter removed.
We go to sleep tonight optimistic that tomorrow continues to provide strength to push through the rough spots, whatever they may be. Hillary is holding her own...she needs a break and the only break we can offer is being with her for as long as visiting hours allow and taking her to dinner when we are shooed out of the ward during shift change.
<--- Aunt Meredith and Genevieve mid day.
Good night Genevieve --->