Putting it on paper. I think it is a good idea for many reasons. One I know that Brae is going to do amazing things with his life and I want him to see just how much he came through.
I am starting my stories with the most recent one that occurred in December. I relive that day 100 times a day still.
It was routine time in Austin. We had went early in the morning just Brae and I so he could get his MRI done. I remember sitting in the waiting room, being called back, sitting in the hard plastic chair in the corner while they got Brae ready. I recall the medicine in the cup (he had it several times before). Now looking back I realize they had not hooked him up to a pulse ox machine as they always had in the past but at that moment I didn't catch it. The nurse told me she would let him get sleepy and be back in a few minutes. I was thumbing through a magazine and Brae had a Look and Find book. I had my head bent and I heard the book hit the floor so I looked up. At that point it looked like he just fell back and I thought he was having a seizure.
I moved him from the table to the floor on the side without chairs etc because my mind was moving fast and I knew if he was going to start seizing I didn't want him to hit anything it all took less than a minute I moved him opened the door shouted for a nurse that he was seizing and we were going to need diastat. The nurse ran by me and at this point I looked. I could only see his legs but I remember in that split second thinking if he is seizing why is he so still. The next second the nurse said get in the corner or you will have to get out. I didn't question I did and my mind at this point was in a haze of what is going on. She screamed "code blue" and I think my heart stopped as well. All I could do was scream and ask what was going on from my banished place in the corner. I will never forget the site of him being intibated for his breathing. I had never seen it done and had no idea the roughness that it required. I had seen lots of shows using paddles on the chest but never on someone I loved. I thought it went on for hours all I wanted to do was get out of the hallway and call Matt but I was afraid they wouldn't let me back in if I got out of the corner.
Later I would learn it was 7 minutes and 3 seconds. I still say it felt like hours. There was blood unlike any scene I had ever seen before. He was still oh so still the machines were beeping now. I will also not forget our surgeon who we travel so far to see (and this story tells you why) barging into the room. He is a surgeon and had no reason to have to be there but he had heard it first over the intercom and then had heard the name and he came immediately. He sprung into action making sure my blood pressure was okay, and said "You have been praying you know it isn't his time and God will allow us to help". That sentence you have no idea how comforting that was. The doctor took charge started screaming at nurses for no pulse ox being hooked up ordering med cups pulled from the trash, etc. He knew it shouldn't have happened and was leaving no stone unturned.
We were moved to ICU. I later learned my doctor had cancelled 2 hours of patients. I didn't realize he was there that whole time but he was. It was almost 30 minutes later before I could call Matt, and then my aunt to arrange to get Matt to me because we had thought it was a routine MRI so him and Brittney had stayed at my aunt's so he could work. Before he was completely settled I had to cry I had to let my friends know what was going on. At that moment they were the world that I needed I knew they would pray with me I knew their hearts and that they would pray. I just remember thinking I have to call Adria I have to call Stephanie over and over until I could get a minute to do it.
Things would get bumpy for hours to come he would have more reactions and the crash cart stayed by the door. I was told it would probably be the next day before he came out of all the meds they had given and before he would be breathing on his own. But they didn't know my boy or all the prayers going up on his behalf because mere hours later he was fighting the vent and trying to breath on his own and waking up despite the meds so they weaned him off.
He was so mad at me when he woke up. Because he had an IV in his arm and he knows if he gets stuck he gets a surprise. I didn't care that he was mad I was just so happy that he was okay. I knew as soon as he got mad that it would all be okay. I listened to them talk about damage to the heart and brain but I knew it would be okay and it was.
I will never forget that day and I now can accept that and realize that it is a day full of family, friends, prayers, people I didn't know coming forth a day that God touched our lives and decided to let him stay with us so it is no longer with horror but aww that I look back.
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