Thankfully his heart never stopped. The room started to clear, and the urgency began to settle. The doctor came to talk to us. She said he had suffered a traumatic head injury. There was swelling in his brain, so to help prevent more damage, he needed a shunt (tube). I asked all the questions imaginable. The doctor kindly answered as much as she could, but overall she said, " I can't give you a prognosis; the brain is very complex. Time will only tell. For now, he is stable. However, we do not know the severity of the damage to his brain." I sat there listening and questioning how?! How did this happen?!
I did not know what our life would be like after this. What his life would be like. Would he talk, walk, see, and breathe on his own?! We knew nothing about the quality of life that he would have. I prayed and prayed for god just to let my son live. I prayed for an opportunity to help him recover. No matter how hard the road would be. I wanted that chance to allow him to be with him. I prayed to god to let him celebrate another birthday. His birthday was only a few days away. He was so excited.
I am unsure how many days passed when my sister finally forced me to leave the hospital. I needed to see my other two kids. They also needed me. On the drive to my sister's house, we drove in silence. I was trying to get ready to be there for my kids. I needed to be strong for them. I needed to give them hope. I hope that their brother will be ok. My little one ran to me as soon as I walked in the door. I hugged him as hard as I could. My oldest came to embrace me and said, "I love you, mom; we will be ok! "At that moment, I realized my kids are my strength; they are the reason I will never give up!
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