Finally... it is so much quieter. Emily was brought up to full body temp today and is doing well. She is still hooked up to wires and an IV, but lost a lot of that stuff since she's off the cooling pad.
Where there used to be 5 different machines with screens constantly blinking and sounds beeping, there is only one. We have space.
Where there used to be wires all over her, in squiggles on top of her head, across her face, forehead, in her mouth and nose, now, there's just a feeding tube and several probes stuck on her little body. We have our little girl's sweet face.
Where there used to be us, crowding around the machines, trying to touch her as much as we could - there we still are, but we have space.
We haven't handled the past few days very well at times. It's still hard. But, we did our best. And we have grace.
Tonight we start the wait for her MRI results, but oddly enough, I'm not anxious. At least not right now. I think the world of difference is being able to hold her and feel her and smell that amazing baby smell.
And there goes the curtain and new nurses step in, and I should probably go. The one thing I keep thinking is that Chris Tomlin song line: "You are good. You are good." And He is, no matter the outcome. I know this because today I get to hold my baby girl, and today, that's enough evidence for me.
