On September 15th we were told Annabelle's condition was worsening. She was no long tolerating feeds larger then 10ml an hour, even with her NJ tube. She was gaging and vomiting more frequently and de-sating regularly. While she was still smiling and playing her body was obviously tiring.
Friday September 22nd we agreed that now was the time for her VAD (ventricular assist device). Her surgery was scheduled for early the following week and we scheduled a meeting with the surgeon to talk about the surgery.
Saturday September 23rd we decided to go home to try and get some things done before the surgery. Knowing we wouldn't be leaving much right after her surgery. That night I get a call that she is being placed on high flow oxygen due to her de-sating and over all working harder to breath. I had already decided to stay home that night so I just asked to be called if ANYTHING else changed. Around 3AM I get another call that they are completely turning off feeds for the time being. Not what we wanted to hear, especially on the night we aren't staying at the hospital.
Sunday September 24th we head back to the hospital to get ready for our meeting with the surgeon. Annabelle was visibly breathing heavier and sleeper. Poor girl had a tough night. We talked with the doctor for about an hour, going over the procedure, risks, and recovery. It was a lot. I don't think I was scared until that moment. It was real, this was going to happen, and as scary as it all was the alternative of not doing the surgery was no long an option. Surgery was scheduled for Tuesday, the 26th. Only 2 short days away.
Monday September 25th I planned to spend as much time holding, loving on, and just being present with Annabelle. Of course she had other ideas. She didn't want to wake up, was crabby when being held and just gave her opinion on everything! She finally woke up in a good mood and we spend a few really good hours together! I even got to give her a bath, a real bath. In a baby bath tub real bath. It was amazing! She loved it and I got some adorable photos thanks to our amazing nurses that day. Around 8PM we were informed that we would be moving rooms that night instead of during surgery. So as soon as Luke got up to her room I got to work taking down our decorations in preparation for the move. Knowing we were moving her that night I wasn't going to bed till she was settled in her new room. Not my smartest idea but you live and you learn. Around 1AM we finally got Annabelle into her new room and settled for the night.
Tuesday morning we were up at 6AM and in her room spending the last hour till surgery with her. She was dead asleep when we arrived and had had a amazing night. She slept through the night, wasn't grumpy, gaggy or anything. What a perfect pre-surgery night! We woke her up, held her, told her how much we love her and how brave she is till 7:30 when her team came in and wheeled her off to the OR. Then began the longest 8 hours of our lives. Every update brought a moment of panic then joy as we were told she's doing great, she is stable, surgons are happy with that is going on. Our girl was doing amazing.
She came out of the OR around 4:30PM but we had to wait till almost 6PM to see her as they got her settled and comfortable back in her room. I'll never forget walking into her room and seeing her tiny little body hooked up to so many machines. But she was alive, the right side of her heart was stable, and we were one step closer to a healthy baby.