Thursday night

Today was another good day.  The best part of the day was when the eye doctors came in to test her eyes again and they were amazed because they had significantly improved since Monday!  Truthfully, the dr. was kind of pessimistic on Monday about how much she was seeing and we were pretty discouraged.  But the last couple of days we have noticed she is able to focus her eyes better, and she started to ask to watch t.v. once in awhile.  I also had her read something today and she could do it.  She said her eyes are a lot less blurry and she really can see better.  I can't even tell you how happy and grateful that makes me.  The brain is such a mystery!  We never know what to expect but feel such gratitude when we continue to see miracles like this.  Sometimes I feel greedy asking for more blessings, more miracles.  But then I remind myself that God is really just a loving father who wants to bless us, so I ask.
Today they called a Code Blue in the cafeteria.  Hannah was so upset.  I think all the drama we saw in the PICU has stayed with her.  Anyway, she asked if we could pray for that person.  Lately, I have been saying all our prayers because it's hard for her to get all the words out that she wants to say, but today she wanted to say it and it was the most perfect, beautiful prayer I've ever heard.  Honestly, I am so sad about the things this girl has had to endure.  But I must admit I know she is a different, and better person than she would have been had she not had these experiences.  She, of course, would be an amazing girl no matter what- but these experiences have changed her into such a compassionate, empathetic, and loving human being!  When she wanted to pray for that person today, it reminded me of when she was little she would always want to say a prayer when she saw a helicopter or an airplane in the sky.  She had been life flighted several times when she was young and so she just figured everyone who was in a plane or helicopter was on a life flight and needed her prayers.  Let me tell you we prayed for a lot of frequent fliers-haha  My family always wondered why I went along with it and didn't explain it to her (I actually did) but I really hate flying and I always figured a prayer couldn't hurt those people who were being hurled through the sky in a big aluminum can.  It only helped I'm sure.
We had my niece and her family come and visit us tonight.  I was telling them a story and Bob said, "I'm pretty sure you just told them that."  I was sure he was mistaken but my niece finally admitted I was on round 2.  Honestly, I am losing my mind!   Later I had to run to another floor to use a computer and coming back I went to the wrong floor-twice!  I'm pretty sure people are going to start thinking I had the stroke.  I think I need to sleep.  So if I repeat myself in the blog or ramble like a crazy person, you will know that I am a sleep deprived crazy person.  One day all the adrenilin we've been running on is going to run out and we are going to go to sleep for a month.  Hopefully Hannah is up and running at that point and can take care of us!  She owes us, right?  ha ha Good-night everyone.  Please keep praying for miracles.  We love you all!