It is crazy that less than 48 hours ago I was told to call my husband and have him get here as quickly as possible. It is crazy to think that there were eight doctors piled in our room and another handful standing outside waiting to hear what to do. I am thankful to KNOW that many people were praying for us around the world because, honestly, 48 hours ago the only prayer I was able to pray was, “O Lord. O Lord. O Lord.”
Just wanted to record how God answered those many prayers so that I’ll never forget this time the Lord took care of our Little.
So, all those medications I listed off in my last post? Those were administered through a PICC line and two IVs. I was asked to leave the room just before they were going to put the PICC line in and I was glad to leave; I knew I would cry and be no help. Turns out that before the line could be put in, Dr. Miyamoto decided to “try one thing just to see what would happen.” She had the technician turn up Little’s pacemaker to see if it would correct the arrhythmia … and it did. I didn’t know until later but they put the pacemaker up to 90 and almost immediately the spikes to 175 and higher stopped.
No one can explain why it worked.
I know why.
The doctor is not even sure why she thought to do it.
I know why.
I like to refer to it as a providentially inspired “Hail Mary” that God used to miraculously save our Little.
And now she is stable, back to her normal color, eating like a champ, out of ICU, making jokes and laughing, weaned off the IV medication, and moving toward home.
That’s what prayer does.