What a whirlwind the past few days have been! Some of you may be aware of these things through instagram or knowing us personally, but I wanted to provide an update on our baby girl.
Shortly after McKenzie was born, the nurses and doctors started to realize her oxygen levels were off. She ended up being rushed to the NICU and unofficially diagnosed with severe pneumonia. She was immediately put on a ventilator, oxygen tube, blood pressure medicine, feeding tube and antibiotics. Thankfully, and I believe it was God intervening, I was shielding from the severity of it all in the moment. I knew she was sick, but I didn't know quite how sick until she was already improving. David and I were taken to a recovery room and given updates every few hours. We finally got to go see her that evening, and while it was so good to see our baby girl, it was heart wrenching to see her so sick.
Over the next few days she made significant progress. As one of the doctors told us, "She got sick really fast and is getting better really fast." She is a little fighter. At this point, she is off of everything except her antibiotics, which they will continue giving her for ten total days. Yesterday I was able to start breastfeeding her, and we will go over to the hospital about twice a day so I can feed her and we can snuggle her to death.
Of course, no parent envisions their baby's birth going this way. It is not fun to drive away from the hospital with an empty car seat in the back. Tears have been shed and we are lonely without our girl at home. But at the same time, God has given us such an incredible sense of peace throughout these first few days. Even when she was really sick, we felt God's presence all around us. So many people were (and are!) praying for us and our baby. The power of God's people praying became very real to us.
We know God calls us not to worry about anything, but sometimes it can feel like you have an exception to the rule. Like, our baby is in the NICU and we don't know what's wrong, so we are going to worry just a little bit, okay God? But david and I realized that even in this, this scary and unknown place, we are called to rest in God's peace.
So we continue to trust and count our blessings (and there are so so many!). We are hopeful McKenzie can come home next Sunday. Until then, our days are filled with trips to the hospital, recovering from labor and delivery (which, let's talk about this sometime) and pumping for McKenzie's feedings (also, this).
Thanks for your love and support!