The long hallway on our way to the NICU seems to run forever. We count the steps as we near the entrance waiting to cross that invisible barrier where our stomachs start to do cartwheels. Sometimes it's in anticipation of seeing her smiling face and other times it's anxiousness in not knowing how her night went. This morning it was more the former.
Last night we talked a lot trying to process our conversation with the "heart failure specialist". We came to the conclusion that we were going to understand the severity of the situation, but we choose to celebrate the victories of healing instead of dwelling on the unknown! We received a text from our pastor reminding us of how far she's come and how happy she is right now. He's right, it's neat to see how cheerful and joyous she is considering what she's been through. Ellie was always stingy with her smiles and it makes our hearts happy to hear her giggling and always smiling when she's awake. What a drastic change. What a blessing!