Could It Be? Could It Really Possibly Be?

Sam just called to give me the 'after rounds' update. There is a rumor, a really really loud rumor, started by Dr. Aiken himself, that our boy, our strapping 12 lb 7 oz 24 inch boy, has done all the things he needs to do to show that he won't need more surgery. Could it be? Yes it could, and it is, and the children and I had a big loud celebration, followed by a prayer of sincerest gratitude.

Sam and I kept feeling so strongly that he wasn't going to eat more unless they gave his body a chance to need things rather than being pumped full of nutrition from the tpn, poundage from the lipids, and hydration from the clear fluids. Sam kept fighting the fight, diplomatically of course, and advocating on Malachi's behalf and sure enough it's working. He is steadily increasing his intake, he just finished a 70 ml bottle! And he is showing all signs of not stopping any time soon. What about the poop? Well he certainly has been performing in that area as well. He is still trying to figure out the difference between hunger and needing to fill his diaper, but doesn't every baby? I think it's safe to say we can give him a little break due to the reworking of his inerds.

So, as of this morning they are no longer lowering his tpn, they are taking him off entirely! YeHaw! Dr. Aiken did a test run yesterday taking him off for 4 hours to make sure that his liver, kidneys, and blood sugar would be okay after being on it for so long. He performed with flying colors and it looks like he will be able to get rid of his central line soon. All he needs to do is keep increasing his intake and pooping up a storm and he'll be home, soon.

How soon? There is talk of Wednesday or Thursday this week. I can't even believe it. I can't imagine what it will feel like to have him here. Heaven, that's what it will be like, heaven on earth right here in our home.

I must admit a hesitance to be fully in the moment of excitement and believing that he might actually be here, and soon. It was easy for the first few minutes, and then the doubts creep in, and I find myself more in the 'waiting for the other shoe to drop' place rather then the joy place. I am seeking the Lord almost every minute to rid myself of those faith robbing thoughts and seek the good, the greater good. It has to be time, it just has to be time. I am so ready. Please let this be it.

We have no doubt that all of your prayers and thoughts have gotten us to this point and they will continue to get him all the way home. So, keep 'em comin' we couldn't have done all of this without you all, and definitely not without the Lord.

P.S. It wouldn't hurt to pray away our colds and my mastitis as well, we certainly don't want to make him sick when he finally gets to be here. We are all sick except for Sam, at the moment.