Miracles...once in awhile God will do something that will WOW us all. We have had a couple of really rough weeks on the wards and were in need of encouragement. This time God reached out and personally and encouraged all of us. Here is a what Ali wrote on her blog...
"Yesterday, when I was writing to you about my adventures in Ghana, all I was thinking about was the little baby down in the ICU.
My office day had suddenly turned clinical when Jenn paged me. Can you help us with the baby, she asked, breathless, and then hung up. There was no question which baby she meant; Obre (or O'Brian; we're not entirely sure which name is his, since his mama uses them interchangeably) is the continuation of last week's sadness. At four months, Obre tips the scales at a hair over six and a half pounds, small even for a newborn. He has a bilateral cleft lip and palate, and was very, very sick.
Three seconds later, when I was at his bedside in B Ward, Jenn met my eyes and my heart sank as I realized that we were losing, that it all felt far too much like Baby Greg. We knelt together with Obre's nurse, holding the mask to his face as he struggled to breathe, and we knew that it wasn't looking good.
This time, though, we had something we didn't have back when Baby Greg was with us; a ventilator that can give support through a mask, the less invasive step before a breathing tube. With this huge tool in our arsenal, the decision was quickly made to transfer Obre to the ICU and let the ventilator help him breathe.
It took a long time to get him settled, and all the while I felt a sickening sense of déjà vu, watching his pitiful struggles mirroring Baby Greg's, so long ago. All that kept running through my mind was, But we lost Baby Greg. And we lost Ani. And we can't lose any more. It took forever, but Obre was finally settled and I headed to bed, fully expecting to come to work in the morning and find that he had deteriorated overnight to the point of needing the breathing tube.
Instead, the ship is buzzing with news of the miracle.
Around midnight, Obre started to spiral downwards, his heart racing and his oxygen saturations falling. His nurse, Natalie, tried every trick in the book, but soon realized that nothing was helping. She called anesthesia who called Dr. Gary and they gathered around the baby in the dark of the night. They quickly decided to intubate, since there was no way Obre would survive otherwise. Natalie and another ICU nurse, Jenny, moved to collect supplies and draw up medications, preparing for the procedure. As they worked, they looked over to see Dr. Gary, his head bowed, hands on the baby, praying to Jehovah Rophi. It was 12:20.
At 12:25, Obre's oxygen saturations increased from sixty to a hundred percent. His racing heart slowed to normal, and the bewildered nurses put down the tools they had collected. The surgeon and anesthetist slipped away, and Obre was left, requiring just a little oxygen blowing hear his face to keep him stable. No mask. No tube. No ventilator. Absolutely no medical explanation.
There was a miracle last night. My heart has been full to bursting all day long knowing that God is so absolutely here. That He cares for each little sparrow baby, knowing that this one was falling and intervening in a way that leaves no room for doubt.
As I type, our sparrow baby is either tucked into a nest of pillows and blankets or snuggled into his mama's arms, where he's been all day, breathing easily.
We had a miracle last night. Do you know how exciting it is to be able to say that?"
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