Goodness, last week was a doozy. We went in for a scheduled MRI, but when Baby woke from anesthesia, she developed breathing issues that caused concern. And then more concern. Long story short, she kept getting worse instead of better, so she and I stayed in the hospital until Saturday.
After our time there, the doctors decided that the tube that had been down her throat had caused irritation and inflammation, which caused the breathing struggles. We had some long, sleepless, prayer-filled days and nights, she and I.
I can't tell you how grateful I am that she is better and that we are home. Does it also go without saying that I have never before been so thankful to put on clean underwear? (Give my dearest friend Charlene a high five and a hug with me: Once I realized I would not be going home any time soon, she dug through my drawers and laundry baskets at home and drove all the way to Lincoln just to give me fresh undies. And my glasses. And a clean shirt. And a much needed hug.)
