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have been thinking of something to write on that has brought "great joy and inspiration in my life". With having had 10 living children, they are certainly great joy and inspiration. From the joy of having my first child that made me a first time mommy to the little one I carry within that has given us new joy and inspiration after the death of our son. Yet, in thinking of one incident of something that stands out in my mind is after our daughter, Jessica Joy (then 14 months old) spent 8 weeks fighting for her life in ICU after having her first open heart surgery, most of those weeks in an induced type coma, we needed the joy and inspiration . . . and hope to continue on this fight for her life.
It was arranged for her to have her second open heart surgery. They only gave her a 30-40% chance of survival. She was on a ventilator the past 8 weeks, and there was no way to wean her off, until she had this surgery. The day before her surgery, early in the morning we were walking to her ICU room, noticing several nurses coming out in tears. I panicked, thinking the worst. When I walked in the room, Jessica was awake, pointing at a family picture, trying to say names of her siblings. One of the nurses in there pretended to rip out her heart and throw it on the floor. They saw her as a precious little girl, and knew the possibilities of this surgery. We were given the joy and inspiration that her mind was still alert. It gave us the push we needed to keep fighting for her, no matter what the statistics said.
The surgeon seemed to be avoiding to talk to us. He knew the statistics. The morning they wheeled her away for surgery, many nurses in tears, and us following, also blinded by our tears, the surgeon came over to me, touched my elbow, and said "I WILL bring her back." The nurses told us he never makes a promise like that. It did not matter. God whispered those words through him. We knew Jessica Joy would be ok. What joy and inspiration, before surgery even began.
The surgery took much less time than they anticipated. The surgeon was all smiles and full of joy when he came to give us the report. She came home with us two weeks later, still on a small amount of oxygen and a feeding tube, but so much better and she was home, alive!
We walked into our home after midnight. We thought she would go right to sleep, but she brightened right up, seeing familiar toys, and pointing to a small rocking horse that she wanted to go "rock rock" on. Yes, what joy and inspiration. And that little 14 month old daughter is now 10 years old, and still full of joy and inspiration.
This was written to participate with Jen’s "LoveFest" at her blog, Stay-at-Home Motherdom and also submitted to Family Life Carnival where many more inspiring stories can be read.
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