Maybe not...

Here is Ivee a few days ago. She was playing around with her mouth, opening back and forth. She is looking much more like herself. This is prior to this past Friday's surgery.

Here is Ivee watching NEMO, her favorite movie, Friday morning.

Well, we thought perhaps we would never see the operating room for a while, but I guess not. I'll start with what's happen over the last 24 hours. After the older kids ball games yesterday, we returned to the hospital to check on Ivee. She was resting well. I left her under the care of my dad's watchful eye for the night. He said she had a rough night until about midnight. Then things calmed down. We got a phone call from dad this morning around 9:50 am, saying that Dr. Martino, the neurosurgeon, came in, and her wound in the back of her head was still leaking. So, he wanted to suture it again to stop it from leaking any further, cause he doesn't want to put a shunt in. We don't want that either. She's had enough surgeries and stuff done. And through out life, shunts can cause other problems, surgeries, test and infections. So, they took her into the PICU (peds. Intensive care unit), gave her some sedatives, and did a suture to her head. Only about 3 or 4 stiches in the one spot that is leaking. The leaking didn't become really bad until the original sutures were removed. It is believed that the removing of those stiches probably opened the wound some more, causing the excess of fluid. She is on a diaritic to help dry up the extra csf fluid.
They were going to begin giving her food in her tube today, but we have found out that she is going back into surgery tomorrow. This time, to change or repair the central line so that we can get blood return from it. So, we will once again be visiting the operating room in the morning. The cycle seems to never end. We did get to go to church this morning, even though I felt compelled to be at the hospital as her mother. But something inside me said, "What can you do? Sit in the waiting room? She'll be fine. Your dad is there. She's in the BEST hands. God's!" Worship was great. Joel's (my pastors) sermon was a great word. Of course, it dealt with trials and struggles. 1 Peter 1:6-9. The part of the sermon that gave me great comfort was...Trials come to that your faith may be proved genuine...Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, for you are receiving the goal of your faith...
It is a comfort to know that my faith is revealed as genuine this side of heaven.
Once again, your comments are a joy for me to read. For those who know Emmett and I, you know our sense of humors. There are some of you who don't know us, but your comments are a relief for us. We enjoy your little comments of "comedic" relief. Everyone is awesome.
As you leave your comments, you are welcome to leave your email address, and I'll add you to my email list. I may also make an email account where you can send emails to us. I haven't decided if I am going to do this yet. God bless you all, and thanks for the spreading of the word. The prayers are spreading across the world.
Here is Ethan at his 1st ball game this past Saturday.











And below is Brittney...She is in blue.