Yesterday, as you know, was not a good day. The resident doctor told us the results from the MRI were not good. She also told us she was not trained to read an MRI, but knew how. This makes me think of a car commercial that states, "I'll fix it, but I ain't guaranteeing it." The fact is, she was wrong. The MRI reading was good. Not fantastic, but certainly not bad. We don't have the facts from the MRI, but we have been assured it is a good reading, and that the resident doctor made a huge mistake telling us what she did. I am not angry at her. It seems that God works on his own time.
Pretty sure he was busy yesterday.
He was with my daughter today. She would be asleep, and just start smilling. Not grinning. Full blown, deep sleep, and just start smilling.
Today was the first time my wife tried to breast feed. She was able to feed both of the feedings that were due during the time we were there. My daughter is still on Phenobarbital, but nothing else. She is taking it orally now. Visually, she seems to be better every day.
