it is looking like...
One week from today, on her 3-month birthday, Annabelle will be having her 2nd open-heart surgery.
Those cautionary words are what they've been using each morning in doctor's rounds when they talk about the surgery, I'm assuming so I don't get my hopes up if it gets changed, which is pretty par for course in Annabelle's past!
In the meantime, her CO2 levels haven't liked to cooperate (they went up >115 the other day... she usually runs in the 60's or very low 70's, which is on the high side anyway.) To combat this, they went up on her vent rate, which only helped to bring it down to 85. So they started her on some medicine (starts with a D... have NO clue how to spell it...) and as of her 4:00 a.m. blood-gas, they were down to 70, so WOOHOO for THAT!!!
And yes, I like to know numbers. I am a numbers person (on top of a lover of words...) so it helps my analytical mind to process!!
She's also had PH issues... but those seem to be getting better too.
She also ran a fever night before last, so they did blood/urine cultures and found an infection in her pee. Not sure if that means a bladder or UTI infection, but it is one of the two and she is being treated with 3 different antibiotics. One doctor also mentioned that she might have a very slight infection in her respiratory track or lungs, but her Xray looks fine. Antibiotics should help that too if it's there.
Krista's Non-Medical Ponderings:
The other day, I was talking with a co-worker about "how" I was coping with this. To be quite honest, when I really sit down and analyze myself (I'm wierd... I know...) I think I'm doing okay. I have good days where I'm superwoman and CAN DO THIS, but then I have bad days where I just want to fall apart and sleep all day and live in a pretend world where nothing is wrong. This, I think, is pretty normal. I hope so anyway....
I'm also flip-flopping between a strong belief that God is with Annabelle and that everything is going to be fine, to the reality that bad things do happen and that there is a real possibility that Annabelle might never come home.
Thus comes in our conversation. My co-worker's concern is that normally, I'm a very optimistic person, and during our conversations lately I've been more pointing out the scary possibilities. I truly believe that if you live in the scary what-if's of life, you're going to be miserable. I choose to think positive... even though I'm occassionally disappointed when my positive thinking doesn't pan out.
But with Annabelle, it's harder. I read other mom's and dad's blogs and see that Christian parents aren't immune to their baby's dying. Sometimes God chooses to heal our little ones in a way we would not choose. I look at my Annabelle, and I get scared sometimes.
So, what I told said co-worker is this: I'm learning that I can't believe in circumstances with this. I just have to believe in God. Instead of dwelling on what might be or might not be, I have to dwell on the One who will always be. I fail daily. I am a work in progress and am trying. This doesn't mean I don't pray for my baby's healing. I beg God for it daily. But my peace comes not through his answer, but through his daily goodness and strength. Because by God's goodness, Annabelle is here today, and I can still love on her today. That's what I focus on.