Thursday, September 10, 2009
Putting up a good fight
I don't think the doctors expected Alyssa to make it this long. The night was promising - all her vitals were strong and good. I was able to sleep (not very well but enough). But then I woke up to the sound of an alarm and saw that all of her vitals are down. She is again at this point where there is nothing else to give her and it is in God's hands. I look at her and admire everything about her. Her little hands and feet, her perfect lips. I can't help but wonder if I will ever get to see her grow up and it breaks my heart. I keep reminding myself that there is a reason for all of this. But the human side of me is getting tired of seeing my little girl fight so hard to live. It hurts to see her the way she is. All I can do is pray - whatever the outcome.