When we got to the hospital this morning Emily's nurse informed us that Emily is a pistol.
"She's mad at the world," the nurse said.
I love that Emily's mad at the world. It means she's fighting, and we need her to fight.
Daddy started singing to her and she calmed right down.
This little lady loves her daddy...in case you didn't know.
They took her breathing tube out this morning and put her feeding tube back in.
Here's hoping the feeding tube is semi-temporary.
We can't get over the fact that our baby is pink.
I knew she looked blue before, but I didn't realize how blue until I saw her pink.
As usual Jason's work family has taken great care of us.
A few days before Emily's surgery we got some gift cards in the mail to the Marriott Hotel near the hospital.
I slept soundly last night, knowing that Emily was in the best of hands, and that we were only 5 minutes away from our baby girl.
Emily will most likely be in the intensive care unit for two or three more days and then if all remains stable, she will be moved to the recovery floor.
I didn't think it was possible but we might actually have the little miss home for Christmas.
Emily is my hero...and will be forever.