And for one family, every second feels impossibly heavy.
Kylie — the little girl who received a double lung transplant last year after being born with a rare, life-threatening genetic condition — is being flown from Washington, D.C. to Texas Children’s Hospital this afternoon.
It’s really happening.
Just days ago, her mother believed they were finally turning a corner. Doctors had ruled out infection. They had ruled out other common causes.
That left one terrifying possibility still standing: graft failure — the chance that Kylie’s tiny body may be rejecting the lungs that once saved her life.
Doctors tried to wean her off the ventilator. She needed more support, not less.
Brain scans showed no new damage — a mercy her mom whispered thanks for through tears.
But over the last 24 hours, something else changed.
Kylie hasn’t been acting like herself.
She’s quieter. More tired. The spark everyone knows so well seems dimmer.
Not gone — but struggling.
Now, while she is still stable enough to travel, Texas Children’s Hospital is sending their plane to bring her home.
This is urgent.
This is the kind of decision no parent is ever prepared to make — strapping your child into a medical flight, not knowing what doctors will find on the other side of the sky.
And while Kylie fights, her big sister McKenzie is hurting too.
She called crying, asking the question that breaks every parent’s heart:
“When will life feel normal again?”
Tonight, this family is asking for prayers — not just out of hope, but out of necessity.
Pray for safe skies.
Pray for steady lungs.
Pray for strength in Kylie’s fragile body.
Pray for peace to cover McKenzie’s scared heart.
And pray for a mother walking onto that plane, carrying fear, faith, and love all at once.
If you could say one thing to a mama boarding a medical flight with her child — not knowing what answers await — what would it be?
They’re reading.
And they need every ounce of hope we can give.
