Sunday

Sunday morning, we arrived at the hospital. Jenny had had another very excruciating night. They did, however, give her a bath and wash her hair. We prayed this day would bring the tube out, and it did. She was not able to speak at first, but she did utter a few whispers. As the day went on, she was able to speak more. Now the questions began as you can imagine. She was asking about the prognosis of Bella. We told her that she was expected to fully recover (her MRI on Saturday had showed there was no reason to believe there would be any permanent damage). When you asked her what hurt the most in the middle of all her pain, she would pat her heart. She gave a thumbs up to hear that she was the one who took the brunt of the hit instead of her babies. Bella, also, on this day, brought us a little surprise. Late in the afternoon, she opened her eyes for a brief few seconds. She was able to focus on Matthew and see some of the stuffed animals she had with her. It was so brief, but so encouraging. We were all so thankful to hear that those big blue eyes had shown themselves... We were beginning to breathe easier and realize just how much grace had been poured over these two lives...