Happy Birthday, Dad!

Well, today is my Dad's birthday. Is there a better present than seeing your granddaughter able to rest and relax for the first time in months? Granted, it has taken quite a cocktail of interventions to make it possible.

Ken and I were very glad to see the restful state that Megan has been able to achieve through the wisdom of the developmental doctors, the ICU doctors, the hospice nurses, and we can't forget the Hands of our Father who gives us gifts even in the midst of struggles.

This was our gift. Rare. Treasured. Priceless.

 

Yes, this was our Megan this morning. She has a nasal "trumpet" in her left nostril that goes to the back of her throat to keep her airway from collapsing on her, a nasal canula for oxygen support, tape to tape the tape to (did you get that?) in order to save her skin from multiple tape removals, BRIGHT EYES, AND A BIG SMILE!  

James 1:17 - Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. (NIV)

(By the way, I was able to brush her hair today too. Only after this picture was taken.)