Gracie had a low grade fever yesterday but no one was too concerned, however today she spiked and so out went all the usually cultures. Her nurse today doesn't think she will grow anything especially since she is already on vanco--one of the heavy duty antibiotics. I really don't know what to think, the fever seems to be too high for just teething, but who knows, I can tell she has two just trying to cut through.
She could be agitated, she was moved out of her little private room out to the open area, she is now right next to the nutrition room and the tube system, so needless to say there are so many unpleasant noises all around that she could be bugged by them. Sometimes you just have to hope that the fever is nothing and that it will pass, especially because we want her to come home so badly.
I was driving up to the hospital and couldn't help but cry, I still just can't keep the thought of how fragile she is from being at the surface. I honestly don't know how those who have lost their little ones can keep going, my heart aches for them and the void that they will forever feel. Several times within the last few weeks various hospital personnel have suggested that Gracie's falls should help us be able to think of how far we are willing to go in her care or to help prepare us for the worse---I freak out at the thought of even thinking about those things. I honestly think that I would need to be committed if we lost Grace because my world would come crashing down, but hopefully we will not have to go down that road. We will hold on to hope and faith that our miracle will be that Grace can live a long, relative healthy life.