God does answer prayers...... in his own time

At 3:15 pm today the transport team came to get Soli.

I had spent the past 3 hours just looking at her. I wanted to memorize every hair on her head, every wrinkle on her skin and every movement of her body. I did not want to miss anything about her. I didn't want to think about it but I was not sure as they put her in the transport pod, if I would see her again. It was a real possibility and I had to face it. All I could do was pray that God would answer my prayers and that Soli would fight and stay with us. I knew the surgery had to be done and I asked God to just make sure she came back to us.

I watched her till she was out of sight in the OR and I walked away knowing God would not take her from us. I was sitting in the waiting room preparing for the 3 hour wait they said we would have and at 4:30 the nurse stuck her head in the door and said she was done and they were bringing her back to the NICU. I took my first deep breath of the day.

A few minutes later the elevator doors opened and Soli was wheeled out. She looked so good! Her color was pink and she looked so much at peace. She was not fighting her own body anymore. The Cardio Doc was worried because "she had such a large defect" they were worried she may have too much blood loss. She didn't have any blood loss and they did not need any of the pints of blood they had on standby for her. The look of relief on the faces of the parents of Soli's roommates let me know I was not the only one in there scared for and praying for her. I have much to be thankful for tonight and want to thank all of you for taking time out to pray for her also....