These two days were mainly just letting her rest on the ventilator and letting that lung heal. She had a procedure twice where they had to put a needle through her little chest and draw air from around the lung. After doing this twice, and it not getting better, they told us she might have to get a chest tube. It was the worst news to us because they told us this was the worst case scenario.
Things started looking better, she got her tube out....goodbye ventilator! It was a good day. We were so excited! She still had the chest tube but it was working, PRAISE THE LORD!
There wasn't much change on day 7... She started opening her sweet eyes... She also came off all IV fluids so she started looking less swollen and more like a baby. It was a beautiful thing to see her with her eyes open!
This day was the best because we got to hold our sweet girl. I casually asked her nurse (who I went to college with, small world) when we would get to hold her and she said,"You haven't held her yet? Well you can right now!" Of course it was the morning I rolled out of bed and went with no makeup and looking pretty awful! I didn't care! It was an amazing feeling to hold her. I felt like I was going to make it now that I had held her. My heart seemed to be more complete than ever when I held her. Life was getting better and better. God was showing us that our girl was a fighter.... She had come so far!
Chest tube came out! She was still on a canula but she was requiring no oxygen.
We never asked when she would get home... They were pretty confident she would be there for 2 weeks at least.
Look at this perfect face... They were changing her canula out and I snapped a pic. The big bandage on her chest is where the chest tube was.
Her lungs were looking great and no sign of infection. She also started taking bottles on this day... She took the first one like a champ and never looked back.
The only thing that I remember from this day is when the nurse practitioner told me we could possibly take her home tomorrow.... If she didn't have any heart rate drops that night. I was a nervous wreck.... This news came out of the blue.... We weren't expecting it at all... She also was moved to a crib on this day and to another pod where the stable babies are. Hooray! It was February 18... Emory's 3rd birthday! What a great present!
Look no canula! She looks like a real baby!
This was D-day....She had to pass her car seat test before she was released. Look how tiny she looks... She passed with flying colors.
We headed home and things haven't slowed down a bit. I can't say that I ever want to step foot in that hospital again, but I will say that there are amazing doctors and nurses there that I will forever be grateful for. The people that work in that hospital are angels... No doubt about it. They have between 70-100 babies at a time. Absolutely blows my mind....