Saturday morning

Her night was long. Even though she's not coherent she still gets really agitated about the ventilator. They act like its a good sign that she's showing such a strong reaction, which I'm glad about too, but watching her cough and struggle to breathe has been the worst. By morning Bob and I were ready to take it out ourselves. After her heart rate went crazy high they realized she wasn't going to settle down until it was out, so they finally removed it. Just watching her be able to breathe on her own is about the happiest thing I can think of. She's resting really peacefully now. I'm so glad that tube is gone, not only because it was the most miserable thing ever,  but I feel now we can really cut back on the sedatives and see if she ll come around today. I hope!
Bob and I take turns at night sleeping in a chair that's right next to her and then the other will go sleep in a little sleep room that's right outside of the unit. It's actually our sleep/cry room now but last night we actually both slept a little and I'm hoping we can be a little more calm and rational today. Some of the medical teams were beginning to look at us with fear in their eyes. Ha ha Actually that's true.  Last night I really wanted to punch someone, it didn't really matter who. Bob has been a lot more level headed and he's been so strong! I am grateful for him beyond words. I'm also so grateful to Heavenly Father for helping us. I really do know He is with us every step of the way.