As the devastation wore off, Stephanie started to improve. I left in the mid-afternoon to see Brady and Halle and spend some fun play time with them, because I know how badly they must be missing their parents. That was good for me, as I tried to push the sadness out of my mind. I found out from my in-laws that she was doing better, and that they were able to reduce her sedatives by a third, and she was still doing well. That meant that the blood pressure medicine would soon be lifted, if possible.
By the time I got back to the hospital, the nurse had completely taken Stephanie off of the blood pressure medication, and she was maintaining a good blood pressure (higher than usual for her, but in a very healthy range). The MRI that had been ordered earlier in the day would go on as scheduled to happen sometime in the middle of the night, and she wouldn’t have to have any medication during it. She was doing better and looked to be resting more normally. Now, it was just a matter of getting to the MRI and finding out the results.
I have really been resting in God’s goodness throughout the evening. He is so gracious and lovely and beautiful. He is the Great Physician and I know He can make things happen that no doctor could ever imagine being possible – because it isn’t in the natural world. I am resting in the fact that He can completely heal Stephanie and guide the doctors in what they need to know. And if, for some reason, He doesn’t, I know that’s what is best according to His plan. I know I’ll likely never understand it, if He takes us down that road, but I know I will grow immensely closer to Him because of it, and I would be so blessed to gain a closer relationship with God.