This past few weeks, a great test has come upon us. Our youngest daughter has been diagnosed with Biliary Atresia and with her age of 2 months we were practically running out of time. That same week, she underwent the Kasai procedure wherein her intestines where connected to her liver to let the bile pass through. We were told that she was stable all through out the operation and recovery seemed fine until a few days ago. Last Thursday, she gave out massive black colored stools (melena) which meant she was bleeding internally. The amount of blood loss was significant that they needed to transfuse blood.
As devastating as it sounds (and it is), I found a lot of things to be grateful for. My Mischa being a natural fighter is first. Her immediate recovery wouldn't be as fast had she not braved through the surgery and the complications.
Having papa with me through this trying times is another thing to be thankful for. He cried as I cried for our daughter and he stood by me that I found strength and calm. He was my refuge amidst all these chaos. Kyle and Sophia on the other hand, provided us with diversions that reminds us to smile and laugh no matter how grave the situation is. Mama, has been tireless in preparing food, taking over the house, and caring for Kyle and Sophia these past few weeks and this might be the only time that I couldn't be happier of her being a doting grandma.
Our friends and relatives have also been our comfort; offering prayers, visiting, and staying with us through the sleepless nights. Moreover, I am greatly in debt to our the people in our household. They have been so understanding and compassionate all this time that they aren't taking day offs.
Lastly but definitely not the least, I am so thankful that Mischa is being taken cared of by a team of experts. They monitor our baby day and night and note on even the slightest abnormalities. I am grateful that we have such compassionate nurses that render their service selflessly to their patients. There were times when the nurses weren't able to sleep let alone sit because Mischa was too sick that they had to monitor really closely.
Surviving Mischa's surgery made me appreciate things that I have not really paid attention to before. I know that these surgery only provides us momentary relief as we prepare for a bigger and riskier surgery, liver transplant. Nonetheless, knowing that we're not fighting alone makes the thought less daunting. -- mommy.
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