Fighting for her Life

I've been on a hiatus from my blog since New Year's Eve.  My husband pulled through open heart surgery wonderfully, by God's grace. That's a blog post in itself that I've tried to write but felt so overwhelmed, I avoided the blank screen.  I hope to find words soon.

Right now, though, the baby Sophia (14 months old tomorrow) for whom I made the quilt in the previous post, is now fighting for her life. The mother and her parents are dear friends of ours, so this is very personal to us.

Yesterday morning Sophia  was fine, babbling, saying "mama," playing with her feet. Her parents were able to celebrate Valentine's Day together with their little sweetie.

But by naptime she was unable to get comfortable, her mom thought it was nausea, so gave her Benadryl. She fell asleep, though would wake up agitated again. Suddenly she had trouble breathing, then she went limp in her mother's arms .  

The ambulance rushed her to Hopkins and did a CT scan. It showed a massive brain bleed. The blood was filling the cavity where her tumor used to be.  Her platelets were dangerously low. Doctors gave them three options:

1. administer platelets, which would only buy her time
2. do surgery to remove bone to release pressure on the brain
3. hold her and let her go

They  chose surgery. They said the doctors were frank in their discussion: no guarantees she'd survive surgery, and most likely if she did survive, the brain damage would be so severe than little Sophia would most certainly not be herself again.

She pulled through, but it's now a waiting game. Doctors have classified her as "fighting for her life." One doctor even admitted he was praying for her. In this politically correct world, it's rather telling when a medical professional says he's praying.

I ask for your prayers .She needs a miracle .