I arrived at 7:30 this morning to get a brief glimpse of my sleeping wife and then to spend a few minutes with my baby. Both are continuing to hang on.
Gwyneth seems to be doing very well. Unless you've been there, you can't imagine the amount of care she is receiving. So many things to watch for and constant attention just blow my mind. She has a wonderful chance of surviving these first few months and growing into a beautiful, healthy girl.
Tricia's ventilator was reduced before I left last night (good), but was raised again before I arrived this morning (not so good). If she can simply gain a little momentum to be awakened, I can relax. Until then, she could go either way.
It's amazing to consider that both of my girls are in almost exactly the same state. Both are lying on the backs, almost totally unaware of their surroundings and of each other, both are on ventilators, both have multiple IV's, pic lines, arterial lines, etc., both will have a feeding tube (prayerfully Gwyneth will have one very soon).
As I spent time sitting by Tricia's last night, I talked to God in a way that I never have before. I spent time praying for my two girls, for each family member and friend who has spent time with us the past few weeks, for all of our friends and family who have not been able to be with us, and for the thousands we have never met who are thinking of us. I prayed for the entire medical staff, as many as I could remember by name. And, as I did yesterday afternoon as Gwyneth and Tricia were being physically separated for the first time, I told God that I will accept whatever He chooses for my girls, and asked that He would consider the desire of my heart.
Again, I will write more about yesterday when I can. Right now, I'm hopefully going to go spend some time with my wife and find out what the plan is for the day.
Thank you all.