Very excited right now to be in the midst of what I will only describe as the miracle. On May 20, baby Naomi drowned. 11 days later, she is off the ventilator. She is aware when she is awake. Baby girl has been fighting for a long time and is very tired at times. Wendy said when the vent came out, she tried to talk.
Aware. Attempting to talk to momma. Moving arms and legs. Breathing on her own. Stats look great. We are still dealing with some things, but they are all what the doctors said were “low priority” when we first got here. The fact that they are “higher” priority now is only a testament to the fact that the main priority is no longer that. No longer the main priority. Baby steps. That is what we are taking. Baby steps, all the while walking in a miracle. A thing more miraculous than each new sunrise that shows how far she has come. God’s miracle. 11 days. From non-responsive to trying to talk to momma. Do we have a long way to go? undoubtedly. Will we get there? Absolutely. Baby steps. Sitting here by her bed, she woke, and just tried to talk. Very hoarse. Momma is cooing, being momma. I’m so thankful that we let God be God.
By the way… I have never told you her full name. It’s Naomi Faith Johnson.