We made it home! Everything went well until near Medicine Hat. Rachel had a really bad spell and it seemed like forever until she pulled out of it...about 45 minutes. She didn't give us much warning. All of a sudden she started crying as if to say "something is really not okay with me". I said to Dave, "I think she wants out of the car seat." and as I took her out, she went stiff and then very limp. She was not fighting this spell at all this time - she was extremely still, except for her hard breathing. And her skin was so clammy and cold. We had to pull the van over and Dave had to crawl into the little space in the back to help with the drugs. This was exactly what I didn't want to happen on this trip - and yet I think we were both pretty calm. I continued to hold her towards the end of her spell while Dave drove. The kids were wining about various things in the beginning, but I noticed later that they were very quiet in the last half of Rachel's spell. They knew something was wrong but they didn't see Rachel so they didn't really know what was happening. (some of you ask about how the older two do with these spells) Eventually (after 5 doses of fentanyl) she pulled out and she slept the rest of the way.
It's so good to be in our home with her right now. (and not in the middle of no-where!) And I am so thankful that we did the trip when we did and that God gave our family some beautiful days to enjoy her and show her off. Thank-you everyone for encouraging and prodding us to do this trip! And for praying for us.