Deep Breaths.

The breathing tube came out this afternoon. This was huge. The respiratory therapist, the physiotherapist, a nurse, a doctor, the transplant coordinator were all in attendance. And Rebel did well.

They kicked the BF and me out of the room as the doctor told us that Rebel needed to focus on her breathing coaches to get her body to remember what to do.

When I came back an hour later, the physiotherapist had her sitting up with an orderly holding her up and her nurse brushing her hair to get the knots out. The physio had her coughing to get the phlegm out of her lungs, and trying to get her to keep her neck up. She has an oxygen mask on to help her. As I left they were very pleased with how she was coping.

Her nurse gave her a taste of icy cold orange juice on a sponge. No liquids yet until they are sure she can swallow and not choke or have anything end up in her lungs. That will be another day or so.

For the rest of the afternoon, the respiratory therapists would come by and smile, the nurses would all come around and give Rebel a big thumbs up, and even a couple of the doctors checked in. Rebel was happy to lie down again.

The swelling in her legs is improving. And she is moving her ankles and knees up the way the physio told her to do for exercise.

We are still waiting for her kidneys to kick in and for her blood to clot properly on its own. For now... little by little... small steps and milestones.

Prayers are miraculous and the Lord hears!

Thank you all!