Trip down memory Lane

Getting up at 4 AM for a 5 hour drive isn't exactly the best way to start the morning. What isn't good either, is staying in an awful mood towards everyone the night before because you do NOT want to go. You pick a fight with everyone so that you don't grab your 9month old sit in a corner and refuse to go back... Back to that place. 

I'm sure everyone is like.. What is "that" place?? Well that place is Birmingham, AL. The place where our daughter was flown pale and nearly pulse less. The place where a short 1.5 hour jet ride can turn your daughter from a beautiful pink to a pasty white. The kinda white you only see in the dying elderly. The place where she has 2 picc lines (one being a double lumin), 1 arterial line, numerous IVs, and of course the vent. I could count the veins in her tiny body because she was so white. She was on no sedation meds because there was no need. She was so sick that she was basically in a comatose state. It was impossible to turn her head to even out the third spacing fluid because her o2 stat would drop and she would Brady. The inability to rotate her left her with soiled linens, a catheter, and two pressure sores. One to this day will still not grow hair. That place that she had to have 4 additional surgeries. That place that left her on oxygen for 2 to 3 months. The place where she went into respitory distressed due to her laringomalacia and watching them scope my daughter bedside while hearing one fellow yell "breathe baby girl, breathe!" The place we would spend till my daughter was 4 months to the day. 

I did not post the "bad" ones. They're very upsetting to me and I feel if what I told you doesn't convince you then seeing the pictures will only devastate you. 

I guess I have painted quite a nice picture. But let be honest, it was pretty bad. I feel like a helpless child before every trip. I always leave floating on clouds but I spend my days prior begrudging the ride pr any negative comments I might receive. I guess if it really comes down to it I spend them afraid. That hospital and doctors office hold several good and bad memories. 

We ha to go to Birmingham for Elizabeth's 3 month check up. Of course all my worry was in vein because she did fabulous! In a way it's good to come back to realize exactly how far we've come! And we've came VERY far!

The last picture makes me cry when I look at it! Thank you Jesus!!!

Jesus, however, said, "Let the little children come to me, and stop keeping them away, because the kingdom from heaven belongs to people like these." Matthew 9:14