Your Google term for the day is...

Pulmonary Sequestration.

That was the diagnosis after the CT scan. Basically, it means a little chunk of Delaney's lung decided to try and set up shop on its own; it's happy to get its own blood supply but it really doesn't feel the need to contribute by oxygenating any blood.

So yesterday afternoon we came to Omaha; Delaney came in her very own ambulance, and was accompanied by one of our favorite nurses. After the surgeons took a look at her (several hours later), they decided it would be best to get her off the ventilator and see how she breathes and feeds over the next three days. If she doesn't do well, they'll operate now-ish. If she does do well, they'll hold off operating for six months. The reasoning is that'll give her time to grow, and it'll give the surgeons more room to work.

So that's fairly good news, in that we know more about what's going on, and we're starting to get a timeline in place. Now for the excellent news...before we left Lincoln, Jess was able to hold Delaney for the very first time. It was a big moment, and probably would have been too much for the Mrs. Flubbles in the audience.
The second bit of excellent news I already touched on...the ventilator came out! Delaney looks different (and happier) without that thing taped to her face. She tried really hard to cry, but she just didn't have her voice yet. She did sort of quack, though. We heard a little bit of her voice this morning, so she's progressing.
The third bit of excellent news is that after the ventilator was removed, I got to hold her. Yay me!! Very cool.

Mom and Dad McMullen arrived late last night and got to visit Delaney this morning. Dad's pretty sure Delaney flipped him off.

Right now we're just in waiting mode...waiting to see how she does without the ventilator (so far she's kicking tail). That little girl's stronger than Chuck Norris and William Adama combined.