First, let me apologize for not posting an update sooner! I can't thank each of you enough for checking in and posting messages letting us know you've been thinking and praying for us. We've been so overwhelmed with caring for our daughter that I haven't had enough time to eat, sleep, or shower, let alone post an update here online.

The last time I posted was in early-November when my husband and I were still living in Children's Hospital with our daughter, just six weeks old at the time. (The photo is the night I got to hold her again on October 30th - 11 long days and nights since the last time I had held her). After many up's and down's there with too high or too low sodium levels and a host of other issues to overcome, our daughter fought her way home. We were discharged on November 12th and were practically running out of the hospital with her in her car seat. We didn't want to give them even a second to find a reason to keep us there. We were SO excited to get her home!
Our first night home was so stressful, overwhelming, and scary that we really didn't know how we would care for her on our own. First we had a temperature scare. Because of the infection getting into her brain, she now has trouble controlling her body temperature. After taking her out into the cold parking garage at the hospital, the cold car, and back to an apartment that had been sitting cold for weeks without us living here, her temperature dropped to 93-something. Luckily our home health nurse was here with us at the time and had the great idea of tossing her blankets into the dryer to warm her up. It works everytime now and I even do this before I have to take her to doctor's appointments. I just toss her blanket in the dryer to get it nice and warm, then tuck it all around her and it helps keep her nice and toasty when we go from the apartment to the car.
We also had to feed her with a feeding pump, which is NOT fun. You have to clean it, prime it with the formula, then it would take an hour to feed her (it couldn't go in too quickly since she was still getting used to having food again after all that she had been through), then clean it again for the next feeding.
She was also incredibly fussy after all that she had been through which included IV lines in her upper arm/chest, head, both arms, both hands, both thighs, and unsuccessful attempts through both her feet, hands, and arms during her hospital stay. This poor baby has been stuck more times than both my husband and I combined through our 32 and 33 years of life. To calm and soothe her, we would hold her as much as possible, which meant NO sleep for us.
We also had to give her medications for our first time on our own through her feeding tube. You have to use a stethoscope to check for the placement of the tube to be sure it's going into her belly and not her lungs. We also had the tube clog on us pretty soon after being home from the hospital, which meant we had to put a new one in her. This is not fun. You have to pull the old one out from her nose which comes up from her throat and you can tell it hurts coming out. Then you have to put a new one in. The first time we did this, it got coiled in the back of her throat and wasn't going down properly. I'm completely freaked out by all this and HATE having to get the tube in. Luckily, it turns out that my husband is amazing at this. My husband, who is so easily grossed out and won't even stay in the room with me if I'm watching Grey's Anatomy, can get the tube in our daughter as quickly as possible and without any hesitation. It's amazing what you can do out of love.
While I can't handle the tube, I have taken the lead on managing all of her med's. I have to halve, crush, dilute, and measure out her medications to get the tiny amounts that she needs that just aren't manufactured by the pharmaceutical companies in such small amounts. At first this was really scary and frustrating trying to get everything just right, especially when going on too little sleep.
We got through that first night, and then the next week, and then little by little, things with the tube, med's, and all of her medical issues became more and more normal to us. Since that first week, we've had countless heel pricks to keep track of her sodium levels resulting sometimes in too low and too high sodium levels that require changes to her medication, seizures and an ER visit because of them, and a 911 call when I thought she was having trouble breathing and an ambulance ride back to the ER for what turned out to be her first cold.

But most importantly, we've watched her go from not opening her eyes to opening one eye to opening both eyes, from sleeping ALL the time to waking up and wanting to play and cuddle. She's drinking from a bottle now and is being weaned off of three of her med's and the tube hopefully coming out next month. She's beginning to now hold her head up, swatting at her toys, and will roll from front to back. We had a picture of doom painted for us in the hospital and weren't sure she would ever do ANYTHING but sleep. Now we know that she's capable of so much more.
Miracles do happen and our daughter was our Christmas miracle this year. As things continue getting better, I'll be sure to post more updates and will hopefully even post some beachy postings as things continue feeling more and more "normal" in our house.
Thank you again for all your thoughts and prayers. It means so very much to us. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday and wish you a healthy new year!