CHAPTER 87
I ended up not going to the Christmas singalong. It sounded like it might be fun if you could get over how campy it’d be. I just couldn’t bring myself to leave Natalie for that long. Jake understood. He’s been here all day too. I guess it’s a good thing we both stuck around because the respiratory therapist and the PICU doc came in just a few minutes ago.
They’re going to extubate our daughter.
I know I said I was nervous when Jake stopped by yesterday, but that was nothing compared to this. I mean, everyone says Natalie should do just fine off the ventilator. She’s been holding her sats really well, and we haven’t seen even a hint of fever in days. Besides, if something does go wrong when they take the tube out, they can always put it right back in. Not that I hope that woul
