On Tuesday, the doctor assigned to Kimble told us that we would be in the hospital through the weekend. She said there was no way this would resolve sooner than that, and to just expect to be here. I told her a bit about what we had in store this week (closing on our house, packing, and moving) and she suggested either changing our plans, or having people come help us because no matter what, we would be in the hospital. She wasn't scheduled to come in on Wednesday, but said she'd see us Thursday again. She even chuckled when I suggested that perhaps on Thursday, he would be well enough to come home. Needless to say, she disagreed.
Tuesday night, The Husband (and a friend) gave Kimble a blessing through the power of the priesthood. He was blessed that his body would heal itself and that we could continue with all of our plans related to moving, and all would be well. I had faith that Kimble would be healed, and that come Thursday, when we saw the doctor again, that she would see nothing that would require Kimble to stay in the hospital.
Wednesday morning, I came in to Kimble's room (The Husband had stayed with him through the night) and saw that Kimble looked much better! This is what he looked like.
And Kimble wasn't bothered at all by his IV antibiotics.
Thursday morning, when the doctor came back in, she was in shock that Kimble looked perfectly normal. She said she couldn't believe it, and would never had anticipated that she was about to say this, but Kimble could go home!
Later, after she had made her dictation, she came back in our room and said "I just had this feeling overcome me, as I was dictating, that this little boy must have a lot of people praying for him. Even this hospital visit aside, with all his heart problems, he is doing so well and is healthy and strong." I told her that with much faith, we believed that Kimble would be healed and that we would be able to go home today, with enough time to accomplish everything else we needed to do as a family this weekend. She replied "It's impressive what I saw happen here, and I only hope that I can be the recipient of such powerful prayers if I ever need them."
So we were discharged a few hours after that, and are happy to be home. We have an appointment later today to sign the papers for our new house! Tomorrow, my generous and helpful friends are coming over to help pack, and Saturday, we move over.
Thank you all for your faith and prayers and thoughts. Once again, Kimble is a miracle baby.