Good Friday

Good Friday - that's exactly what today was...a Good Friday. Rebecca's oxygen requirements decreased from 2 Liters (that's like sticking your head out the car window as you drive down the freeway at 65 miles per hour) to 1 Liter. She is finally starting to break up the compacted mucus in her lungs and now has "productive" coughs. Previously when I would hold Rebecca, she would wrestle miserably against my chest, trying to get to that right spot where she could breathe. Her poor little body, chest, ribs, were all contracting trying to get oxygen in those cloudy, tight lungs. And even though oxygen was being rudely forced through her cannula at an unbelievable pressure, she still struggled. But now Rebecca can take deep breaths, can sneeze and produce phlegm, and even cough up some phlegm. Today is Good Friday, and Good things have been happening.

I spoke with our physician tonight. No chance of us going home until Sunday at the earliest. He wants Rebecca's oxygen needs to be less than .5 Liters. We're on our way. The steroid she'd been receiving twice a day to help her lungs has finally started to work, and the antibiotic for her ear infections has been changed to a more comprehensive antibiotic given every 8 hrs. All her medicines (except for Tylenol & Motrin) are FINALLY being given through her IV (something I begged for - & was granted - on Thursday morning), and so far she hasn't spiked a fever over 100 since Thursday either. I believe Rebecca's little body has been working over-time trying to kill this awful virus, and now she's starting to win the battles. Thank heavens for medicine. Thank heavens for faith. Thank heavens for the many prayers and fastings that have been offered in her behalf. Hopefully we'll be home for Easter.