And a week went by just like that in the very blink of an eye. Happy birthday to my Dad today! I love you!
The placid calm of the night was contained only to our room. I drifted off to sleep watching an unusual hum of activity through the glass doors. It wasn’t until I awoke two hours later that the desolate realization hit me. The room that had remained reverently dark and quiet since we arrived was brightly lit, vacant. A family had said goodbye to their 6 month old baby girl. “Our hearts are broken, but Ava’s is now whole…” her Facebook page explained. I got out of my makeshift bed and kissed Nora’s head, tears welled up in my eyes. “Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?” my troubled heart petitioned. Unimaginable loss. It wasn’t fair. I fell back asleep with a hollow pit in my gut, praying for God’s peace to engulf this family. Fly high, little Ava!
Nora had a good day today. The doctor placed an arterial line in her wrist without complications to phase out the femoral line. The plan is to place another PICC line tomorrow morning and then extubate her depending on how she does through the night!! Things are all pointing in the right direction for her. Thank you, God!!!
Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the LORD.