Last night was the first night Annie and I actually slept well. The stress and anxiety we have been through this past week was excruciating. Annie and I have not stepped foot out of the NICU level for over a week since last Friday night. Today, we are going out for lunch. I know, we have been told over and over that we need to get out of here for a little while...but there was no way we could leave them while Drake was literally clinging on to his life.
After what the doctor told us last week about Drake only having 24 hours if he doesn't have any urine, we learned that we have to take it with a grain of salt. We spoke to the doctor this morning and he said we still don't know if his kidneys are functioning properly or if its the medicines...they won't know until they ween him off of them. The doctor said again that they don't know what made him begin producing urine, but they are not changing anything right now. Annie and I looked at each other at that moment, because we know the power of prayer and God's healing hands were at work.
Kennedy got moved back onto the respirator from the CPAP... She gave it her ALL. The doctor said that a bad day on the CPAP is better than a good day on the respirator because it forces the lungs to develop since they have to do the work instead of the machine. She was trying to breath too fast and shallow which didn't allow her to exhale the CO2. She would get so tired from the rapid breaths she would stop breathing for a little while. We are understanding and accepting of this because sometimes they just aren't ready...you don't know if you don't try. The unfortunate deal is that she doesn't get to do kangaroo time for a couple days since she had to be re-intubated.
Photos: Kennedy back on the respirator, Annie making a baby blanket