Breathe easy little one

Evening of February 28th, 2011
The Last Day Of February

If there is nothing else I've learned from this experience, and trust me when I say there is an incredible amount I've learned so far, it would be these things:

Resist the Devil"Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you." James 4:7 Speak up to the devil in the name of Jesus. "Greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world." Jesus said, "I am with you [always]."

Be Encouraged"For with God nothing shall be impossible." Luke 1:37

The Power of PrayerIf ye shall ask anything in my name, I will do it." John 14:14

How awesome is our God? Seriously. What does it mean to you to trust in the Lord? When your little one is in the hospital, especially the NICU at 10 days old, you have no other choice but to trust in the Lord. Trusting God is like this:
As a child, we take our broken toy to our father and we believe he can fix it.
Though it may not happen over night or right on the spot, eventually (by the power of Home Depot, duct tape or a Mastercard) our toy is like new again.
As an adult, we take our problems to our Father and we think, hope, He can fix it. We wait for about a day. We might even pray. We might even wait a few days...but eventually we go up and snatch our 'broken toy' back from His hands. We want to fix it ourselves. "What's taking you so long? Why didn't you fix it?", we ask Him. He simply responds, "My child, you never really gave me your toy. How could I ever fix it?".

Let Go and Let God
What else can you do?

With that being said, our precious Cayleigh has been stable all day long *PRAISE GOD*. Her CBC, which measures the 'amount of infection' or 'sign of infection' jumped from 3 to 12. It'd seem to be an overwhelming thought if it weren't for our Lord. But I trust Him, I pray over her, I have faith and assurance that number will be significantly changed for the better tomorrow. Normal is <1. I lift her up in your prayers for that as well.

We visited Cayleigh today, just Nic and I. We touched her as much as we could without overstimulating her. Her color is much better today. The CPAP machine seems to be working and her O2 is 100. She is beautiful. The Dr comes in. He tells us her lungs are much more clear. He tells us she has an infection. He tells us about the result being 12. The T-Cells, white blood cells that is, are back up to over 12. Normal range is 6-20 and thats up from 6.5. *PRAISES*. He's changed her 2 antibiotics to much stronger ones. He tells us he has to do a spinal tap on her. I freeze up.

I look at him. Will you be numbing her first? No, that would mean she has to get 3 pokes instead of just one. Will it hurt? Well, it will be uncomfortable. I'm positive that is their way of sugar coating it hurts. I've had a spinal. It hurt. I ask why is it necessary? To make sure the infection doesn't get to her brain/meningitis. I tell him she doesn't have that. Her numbers will be down tomorrow. Would they still need to do the spinal? Yes he says. He has to . I don't feel peace with this at all. Nic doesn't either, I know it.

Fast foward to tonight: We arrive at the NICU and see Cayleigh. Mercy is her nurse again. Mercy is an Indian woman. She has dark hair that she pulls back into a pony tail. She's probably in her early 40s. She is working tonight with Cayleigh. I look at the board later and notice that Mercy & Vida are the nurses in Cayleighs room. Mercy & Life. Amazing.

Earlier today I shared a picture of her on Facebook and I thought I'd share it here.



Here is what we saw tonight when we walked in...


You've no idea how happy we were - elated - to see our little girl without the CPAP! Praise God! When did they take her off the pump Mercy? I'm not sure, a little while ago. Her oxygen is good (100). They didn't call you? No, they didn't call - but that's ok! She smiles. I smile. Nic smiles.

We lay hands on our daughter. We pray over her. I change her diaper. I sing Jesus Love You to her. Nic touches her. I take a 2 minute video of her laying on her side, just breathing on her own. I praise God. I sit in a chair and I lay hands on her crib and she's laying and nearly sleeping. I claim Life over my child in the name of Jesus. I claim sucking and swallowing and breathing pattern reflex to just emerge from nowhere. I claim motor skills that suddenly take form in all of her body. I claim normal blood results. I claim normal oxygen levels. I claim normal heartbeats. I claim LIFE. I claim crying. The sound of an angel to be coming out of our precious baby. I speak in prayer language at times and just pray for a good 10 minutes.

Praise God for her excellent heart rate. Praise God for her jaundice being gone. Praise God for her breathing on her own. Praise God for excellent oxygen level. Praise God for normal T-Cell count. Praise God for cleared up lungs. Praise God for good skin coloring. Praise God for her head and arm movements she was making tonight. Praise God for every breath she takes, every hair on her head, every little move she makes. Praise God for He alone is in control and I lay my daughter at His merciful feet. I claim a hedge of protection and a barrier of safety and the angels of Jesus Christ to surround her and protect her from the enemy and safeguard her from illness and harm.

Our God is an Awesome God.

Thank you all for continued prayer. This momma is out.