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TWO WEEKS AFTER OPEN-HEART SURGERY, INDY FEEK PASSED OUT AND WOULDN’T WAKE UP. HER FATHER LATER WROTE, “WE THOUGHT WE HAD LOST HER.” Indiana Feek had just spent a beautiful week recovering at home in Waco when everything suddenly changed. On Wednesday night, she became sick, started vomiting and nearly fainted several times. Early the next morning, Indy lost consciousness—and would not wake up. Rory Feek said he and his wife, Rebecca, had never been more frightened. Paramedics rushed Indy to a hospital in Waco. From there, she was flown to Dell Children’s Medical Center in Austin, where doctors discovered a dangerous complication from the inflammation following her heart surgery. Fluid had collected around her heart, preventing it from beating properly. Doctors drained 610 cc of fluid. Almost immediately, Indy’s heart rate returned to normal. By that evening, she was awake and ordering her favorite food from the hospital cafeteria. The following morning, her color had returned, and the little girl her family knew was back—smiling, talking and playing game after game of Uno. Doctors expect her to make a full recovery. Rory called the experience a terrible but wonderful wake-up call—one that left their family more grateful than ever. Indy is doing well, but her healing journey is not over. Please keep this sweet girl and her family in your prayers.

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