Road to Recovery

Over the last few weeks, Kacee and I have learned that at the hospital things happen rather quickly.  Take, for instance, last week when the doctors told us Tuesday evening that Landry would undergo open heart surgery the next morning (in hindsight, perhaps we were better off not having even 24 hours to dwell on it).  We knew it was going to happen sooner than later, but when the moment arrived, it was difficult to swallow (literally and figuratively).

Only a few days later, we faced a similar scenario.  The doctors were closely monitoring Landry's vitals and hoping to see her little body flush all the excess fluids that had accumulated from the invasive operation.  So, we prayed for pee....and we got it!!!  We were so happy to see the swelling go away and her body return to its normal weight.  Consequently, the doctors decided that she was ready for surgery, and to finally close her chest.  There it was....that moment when we realized the circumstances would once again change....our baby would once again be taken back to the OR, out of our sight, out of our hands....and we didn't have time to dwell on it.  We didn't have time to worry.

Soon, we were signing consent forms (which I don't suggest actually reading the content), meeting new nurses and new doctors.  And in that moment, our parental guards were UP..."These people haven't even met Landry!" "Do they even know what her circumstances are?" Even silly questions, like "Have they even done this kind of operation before?" "How long has this nurse/doctor been in practice?" "Do they know our little angel is only 13 days old!?"

And moments later, we were next to her, riding the elevator up to the 5th floor.  We each gave her a quick kiss on the head, and told her to "do good" and "we love you so much"!  We then retreated to the waiting room where we would sit waiting with all of Landry's grandparents for an update. It all happened so fast.

A couple hours later, Landry was out of surgery.  The doctors ended up giving her an aortopexy.  Big word, I know, (I had to Google it) but essentially it serves as a type of suspension which helps to remove the weighted pressure of the pulmonary arteries away from her airways.  Her chest was then fully closed and bandaged.

Currently, Landry is doing well.  We will pray for a speedy recovery, pray against infection, and hope she is released from PICU and returned to the NICU.  Once in the NICU, they will promptly attempt to extubate her.  This will be the moment of truth!  The doctor has warned us that this will be her next big hurdle.  If she cannot breath on her own, she will require a tracheostomy.  Our hope is that she will get to show the world how well she can breath on her own!  Please pray for her strength.  Pray for her lungs.  Pray that upon extubation, she will breath independently, on her own.  Pray that she can continue to thrive one day at a time, one milestone at a time.

Kacee and I are often asked how we're doing.  And sometimes I have a difficult time explaining my feelings.  So, my question to you is: How would you define God's grace?  How do you explain an overwhelming peace in moments when you should be terrified?

We feel loved.  By our families, our friends, but above all, WE FEEL THE LOVE OF OUR SAVIOR, JESUS CHRIST.  We finally understand Phil 4:7....His peace surpasses our understanding.

WE ARE SO PROUD OF OUR LITTLE JUNE BUG!  OUR HEARTS ARE FULL OF LOVE FOR THIS PRECIOUS BABY!  THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, FOR YOUR PRAYERS AND SUPPORT!  IT MEANS MORE TO US THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW.

FOR HIS GLORY,

Kacee & Kyle              

Micah 7:7 - "But as for me, I watch in hope for the Lord, I wait for God my savior, my God will hear me."