Gordon and I were praying and fasting for answers. Along with
our family, friends, ward family, and even people we didn’t know who
were invited by friends to pray for Brenna in their own faiths. It
was a very ‘close to the Spirit’ time for us. Gordon said his own
prayers and I am grateful he listens for direction.
We were very frustrated with the docs as they had no answers
for us and didn’t seem to know what to do next.
On about 8th day in PICU, we were meeting with
the head doc, and Gordon stated, with a surety, “We want you to take
Brenna off all the medications she is receiving.” Well, of course, the
head doc was taken aback and fought us on this decision. He said he
would only take her off if we would be there 24/7 to help with the
reactions she might have coming off the serious drugs they put into
her. She was on a medication, I think it was Fentanyl, that they
couldn’t take her off of unless they administered increasing doses of
Methadone up to a certain level and then brought them both down
simultaneously. It was amazing the amount of drugs they so readily
introduce to such a little body.
All the while, Brenna was on a ventilator. We wanted that out
so bad. The docs kept telling us that was not possible unless Brenna
regained her gag reflex. They would always stick their tongue
depressors down her throat with no reaction. We were frustrated. And
apparently, Brenna was fed up with it too.
On day 10 in the PICU, it was a Sunday. Gordon and I were at
Brenna’s side with a visit from our family friend, Paul. Brenna
started chewing on the ventilator tube and the docs told us if she bit
through it, the end would go into her lungs and they would have to do
emergency surgery to get it out. So they tried bite guards in the back
of her teeth. But she kept biting and grinding so hard, she would bite
her cheeks and blood started dripping out the sides of her mouth. We
were so frantic. We insisted the docs take out the ventilator. Again,
he stated, “only if there is a gag.” So he stuck his stick down her
throat and she gagged! So out the tube came. After all the hullabaloo,
and the docs left, Brenna opened her eyes, looked up at me and smiled
the biggest smile. We cried. It was a miracle. Our nurse snapped a
Polaroid of the moment.
Later that week, we were told by Gordon’s sister, who lived
across the street from us, truly why we were blessed with that miracle.
Our wonderful bishop, Bishop Holloman, asked our ward to fast
for Brenna that very Sunday. Sacrament meeting was first and I heard
it was a beautiful meeting. At the end of the meeting, Bishop
Holloman got up to speak. But he was crying so hard, he had to sit
down and write down his thoughts. His counselor read it for him. It
went something like this: “There is such a special spirit in this
chapel today. I see angels all about the room.” Sacrament meeting
ended at noon and those angels flew right up to Primary Children’s
Hospital and told Brenna to wake up. She began the ventilator issue
about 12:15.
We were so blessed to witness another modern day miracle in
our Brenna’s journey.