I’m writing this a day late, gives me a chance to think about the day and pray over what needs to go in here.
Yesterday in the pre-dawn hours, Naomi’s pupils started reacting to light stimulus again. I picked up Wendy at the shift change (7 A.M.) and we came back to Ronald McDonald house to rest up for an hour or two. I went back at 9 to see baby Naomi and when I walked into her room, I saw the nurse holding her arm to the bed. Not like a crushing thing but firmly. I asked what she was doing and she told me she was checking for siezures.
Naomi was moving her left arm.
I was so excited I couldn’t really think straight, but called Wendy, in tears, and told her our baby was moving. By the time Wendy got there Nomi was moving her right arm also. By the end of the day she was moving both legs as well. The doctors have told us it is NOT siezure related activity. She is still asleep. She now has her cough reflex back. We are still waiting on the gag reflex, but we know it’s a matter of time now. She is starting to fight the ventilator… so they may need to sedate her just a little. The doctors want me to bring my guitar and play to her. That’s one request I can fill, trust me.
Wendy and I went to see our Caiti graduate last night, she was beautiful. Girl is going to do great things… she happens to be studying nursing. We have gone on a real roller coaster ride this past week, in our emotions, in our conversations with God. In our dealing with this pivotal, life changing event. God has proven to us His faithfulness. God has shown His mercy. His absolute love and mercy for us. He knows about the speck of sand in the parking lot in front of that hospital, as well as the the storms that rage on the face of Saturn. He is well able to shoulder every burden that I can throw at Him, and carry my Naomi safely in His arms at the same time. We have asked for a miracle. With a child-like faith we are recieving it. Naomi is receiving it. I say child-like because that’s how I seem to myself at times. Naive in the face of medical facts, completely trusting of God, at times wondering about the why. Completely getting lost in the love that provides comfort from this storm. It’s hard to stand strong for Naomi when I feel like I’m about to fold under the weight myself. The pain is still real, but just think… how painful would it be if Jesus was NOT in our lives. Instead of life changing it could have been life ending. God is still good, God is still faithful, God is still the miracle worker. Keep praying, He has heard, and answered. Bless the God of heaven and earth… He has answered us.