So we are ending day two post transplant. Â To be honest it seems like it has been a blip on Aria’s social calendar and today she was back in business. Â It is truly weird. Â She was back to playing, stickering gluing, washing her hands for about an hour, playing with her wiggle baby. Â She has roid rage for sure but settled down a bit later in the day. Â No nap either except for about 25 mins.
Medically speaking things are going well. Â Everything is good, no temps, heart rate good, WBC good too.
Ummmmmm yeah. Â This it weird- where are the trips to the OR? Â Where is the bleeding? Â Where is the drama? Â Are they coming?
I went back today are read thru the February 2010 entries. Â We were so positive and hopeful and full of excitement. Â I want to go back in time and give that Anita a gentle hug and say ‘Honey- it doesn’t happen, she doesn’t get off the vent and there are ten trips to the OR and the organs reject- this IS the worst time in your life’ Â I wouldn’t be mean to old Anita because I would tell her that she would be ok and her prayers would be answered and sit with her as she cried many tears.
It is like being torn between feeling like a panic attack and feeling like I am about to be punched in the face to being completely fine and chilled. Â I was even planning to get my drivers license today, I finished studying yesterday but have a sore throat so stayed home and rested.
You see, we prayed many many times that God would take Aria home to heaven and spare her a 2nd transplant. Â What kind of parent prays for her childs death? Â The one who knows she would be better off in heaven rather than go thru the hardship of a 2nd multi organ transplant. Â In a strange way it is the ultimate love of a parent, always I would rather experience the pain and know Aria is free and healed in heaven. Â Still I must fight for her life knowing that only God could provided what she needs, I could not. Â And He did because I begged Him to keep her here just as much as I prayed to Him to take her. Â God said no to our prayers and yes to our begging so I now fully believe He will save her now and she will live. Â And having prayed that prayer I do not fear her death, I have given her to Him fully and completely like I never have before. Â Death has lost it’s sting.
It can’t be this easy, there will be a trip(s) to the OR. Â There will be infection battles. Â There will be drama. Â Intestinal feeds won’t start on Monday, 7 days after transplant like they are suppose too. Â It is like waiting to be punched in the face, I know it is coming.
Please God, don’t let there be trips to the OR, please kill those bugs, allow peace not drama. Â Please let feeds start on Monday. Â This is your journey- she is yours.
It is so easy that it is hard.