An update that is not so peachy...

Don't worry, Mia is fine! She has been progressing very well. The main concern right now is her nutrition and weight loss. The doctors have been trying to find every niche they can to get my little beaner to eat. She eats in spurts and picks like a little bird. We live day to day hoping that she will pig out and magically gain the 8lbs that she has shed since may. It doesn't seem like a lot to most but a little girl like this does raise some concerns. Mia is also very ready to end her weekly injections, she has had about as much as she can take at this point and honestly so have I.

I have many emails begging for an updated blog and I promised that I would get it done Friday. Unfortunately, Friday mom had her (hopefully) last reconstructive surgery on her breast. After her last bought with Breast Cancer she has undergone many reconstructions to to correct the many medical errors done to her chest. The 6 hour surgery went very well and we were totally relieved. She had one of the best surgeons helping to bring my mom back to her true form. Yes, you guessed it, she had Mia's surgeon!! Once in recovery we all felt that she made it through just fine. That sense of security went right out the window when mom went into cardiac arrest just shy of one hour after surgery. Once the doctors tracked down my dad, she was back into the operation room to have a catheder implanted. I thank god that she was at Yale that day so I knew she was in best of hands. When my phone rang my dad seemed shakey and distant and when he had said that mom had a heart attack my heart sank. That wasn't the great news I was waiting for. It was only 2pm at this point and I had 3 very long hours before George came home to relieve me of the girls. I headed straight to the hospital to be by my mothers side.

Walking through the doors of 5-1 Cardiac ICU scared the bejesus out of me. I was ushered right in to be by her side, doctors and nurses tried to explain why my mother need ventilators and breathing tubes and sedation. It was all sureal. Seeing my mother, my saving grace, laying there helpless made me realize how precious she is to me.

Shortly after my arrival they asked me to wait in the family lounge while they put in her main line. I saw my dad pale and frazzled as he paced the length of the hallway. He hadn't seen her at all, so I told him to wait just a few more minutes then we will both go in. In the back of my mind I didn't want him to see her, it would kill him to see her like that. Eventually, we went in. My dad caressed and twirled her hair and said he will be right by her side. And he was, all weekend. Through out the weekend we took turns at her beside just waiting for signs of improvement and it happened today. She was taken off the breathing tubes and had the balloon pump was removed. In this instance, I was relieved when my dad had said "She asked for Coffee, her first words were I want a coffee" As I stood by the back door at work, hearing those words made me chuckle. I knew my mom couldn't survive without a coffee. Finally, I can feel the breath of fresh air for the first time this weekend. She is still not in the clear but progress was made. It's these speed bumps in this thing I call life really takes a toll on a person. Because of this, I have grown stronger as a mother, a wife and a daughter. I still ask you to pray for my mothers recovery. There can never be enough prayers. I hope the next post is a brighter one.

XOXOXOX

Chrissie