8 days post-op

Popsicle Queen

In my nightie &

"dancing shoes" playing catch w/ daddy

I remember lying beside Gracie in the hospital

bed last week thinking "I wish we could fast

forward one week..."

Here we are a week later, & it's been a long one!

Between pain, bleeding from her nose,

and not much sleep, the first few

days & nights home were pretty tough.

Wednesday morning was very scary.

Gracie woke up in our bed (so grateful

I was right there with her) and began to

throw up blood as it was also gushing out of her

nose. I have thanked God over and

over for Brian & how incredibly calm

he remained. My hands were shaking so badly

as we tried to asses the situation, but Brian

was a rock for all of us - He also was

praying in faith over Gracie for God to

intervene, stop the bleeding, and heal her.

Evidently a clot broke loose from somewhere

& we were also advised to stop giving Motrin.

She has done SO much better since then,

and we are so thankful for God's

continual healing. Her sleep is still

pretty restless, & the grumpiness can

attack out of nowhere, but she is more & more

herself every day.

We were in Charlotte this afternoon

for her first post-op appointment.

Her palate looks fabulous, & her

surgeon was pleased. We'll stick with

the soft diet for awhile longer, (So hard

for a 2 year old who loves food!) and

head back for another follow-up

appointment in a few weeks.

The love from our friends & family,

wonderful meals, and most of all

prayers for Gracie mean more than

you could ever know. They have carried

us through a long week. Thank you!

A few days before her surgery

I mentioned Gracie's favorite

picture in a previous post.

When we were in the hospital she

told us she saw her angel.

(One of my specific prayers was that

God would minister to her personally as

she was put under for the surgery.)

Yesterday Gracie was again looking at

her picture before her nap.

I asked her again,

"Did you see your angel at the hospital?"

"Uh-huh"

"What did he look like?"

"Wings" (as she spread her arms out)

"Really? Did he talk to you?"

"Uh-huh"

"What did he say?"

She looked at me with a very serious

face, & with a deep voice she said...

"Ni Hao!"

Well, of course an agent

of God the Father would speak to our

daughter in her native language! :)