To tell you the truth I was hoping for something different than what the doctor told us today.
A part of me really wanted him to tell us that Emily had made remarkable improvement...
...that he was shocked and amazed.
He didn't say that.
She's made improvement, but it's slight.
Slight enough that the doctor is hopeful but also concerned.
"If those pulmonary arteries don't keep growing, there won't be anything we can do for her."
A few weeks ago in church a woman offered us the use of her camper for our stay at Primary Children's Hospital.
She is also the mother of a 'heart baby' and understands what it means to have a place to call your own while your little one fights for it's life.
Up to that point Jason and I hadn't thought the details out that far.
I think maybe we were hoping we wouldn't have to.
The reality...and all that it represents...
Today it's heavy...
But through that heaviness we know that God is in charge...that Emily is His child...and that no matter what, she'll be okay.
And for the next 8 weeks we'll be praying with everything we have that Emily's little arteries will grow.