Thursday morning

Hannah had a pretty restless night. I think the infection is making her feel pretty sick. She also had to get more blood. She's not actively bleeding now but lost enough from that line in her neck that they felt she needed it. I think she's had enough blood transfusions to replace all her blood three times over.  So a few setbacks to deal with but hoping the rest of the day brings better things. I decided we need to quit freaking out over every bump in the road because I know there are going to be many more bumps. And freaking out, I have discovered, doesn't really help things. ha ha
 So last night the PICU people were shuffling patients around frantically because there were way more patients than available beds. Lots of traumas and lots of really sick kids. I heard the Drs. talking about who they could move down the hall and one of them said, "I think Hannah Hale is one of our most stable patients-lets move her." I can't even tell you what joy that brought  me. Not that I'm happy there are 50 kids sicker than her, but it did remind me how far she has come the last 8 days. 8 days ago she was probably the least stable patient, so she is moving onward and upward, even if the progress feels so slow sometimes.  Truthfully, it is hard to feel sorry for yourself in this place. As bad as you think you have it, GUARANTEED,  there are situations that are worse. So many sad stories. But also a lot of  inspiring affirmations of the human spirit.  You see unbelievable resilience, compassion,  faith, and love.  All in their rawest forms. Really kind of beautiful.