If you’re squeamish about seeing blood you may want to turn away. Tomorrow will be the 1 year anniversary of my youngest sons accident. If you didn’t read the post I wrote then you can do so here. I’ll give you a quick update….our son Cody came into our lives at the age of 14. His mom had passed away, he was living a life that no 14 year old should be living, and needed a family. He was friends with our oldest son and to make a long story short, as a family we chose to adopt Cody and give him the best life we could for the time we had with him.
On November 11, 2015 I got that horrible call that he was in an accident, was rushed to the hospital where we were told he probably wouldn’t make it through the night, and if he did he would be in a coma for months if not longer. It was heart wrenching to walk into that ER room knowing it would probably be the last time our family would see him again. What a night, I prayed for God to work a miracle, spare his life, and bring back a whole boy who deserved so much more in life than he had been given so far.
Well that miracle happened he survived the night, he was in a coma, and had severe brain damage, but he was still hanging on. Wow this opened up a whole new can of worms. Not only did it look like he would live but we were also facing a horrible outcome. The part of the brain that was affected meant he would have personality changes, could be violent and would also be prone to drug and alcohol abuse because of the type of brain injury, or may never come out of the coma at all.
So once again we had a family meeting on how to cope and deal with it all. The doctors told us to pace ourselves with how much time we spent at the hospital, they said we would become burned out very quickly. So we sat down and created a schedule with family and friends so someone was with him around the clock.
Less than two weeks into the coma God worked another miracle and Cody started to wake up. We were amazed and so thankful, by now he had lost almost 40 pound. (He’s a 6’4″ boy that weighed 250 pounds and they just couldn’t put enough calories through his feeding tube to keep him at his normal weight). We were also scared at what type of a kid we were getting back. The normal Cody was a happy go lucky kid and nothing ever bothered him. He just went with the flow and lived life in the fun, fast lane.
As the days went by he became more alert and I could tell by the way his eyes were tracking he was reading the nurses chart posted on the wall: that was a good sign. He started doing hand signals and trying to communicate. I definitely knew things weren’t right but we would deal with whatever God had in store for him. I had prepared myself, knowing I wouldn’t be taking the same boy home that I was given a few years prior.
Within a few short weeks Cody was back up walking with help, starting to talk (once they took the ventilator out) and wanting to eat real food. His words and thoughts didn’t make sense most of the time but we started to learn what he needed and wanted and continued to move forward and make progress.
On December 18th just over 30 days since the accident, we took Cody home for Christmas. He had been discharged from the hospital but would have to return to a live in rehab at a brain clinic. He was very unsteady on his feet, but his thought pattern was becoming more like himself every day and I was very hopeful he would progress to the point of being able to take care of himself one day. Every day I took him to exercise in small doses so he could become stronger and get his core strength back, we played brain games at home, and he slept like a baby for big portions of his day. Sleep would be a big part of his recovery, as well as, a quiet setting and a routine. Everything we could give him at home.
It broke my heart the day I had to take him back to rehab, all he wanted was to be at home but I knew we had a short window of opportunity to retrain his brain and I wanted him to have every chance of the best recovery he could have. So as I tried to stay strong I returned him to the brain clinic. He was remarkable and regained everyting he had lost in record time.
The doctors and specialists had no medical reason why he was recovering so quickly, and why no one could see any changes in him. When they spoke of him they called him the miracle child. It is unheard of for someone to have the type of brain injury he had and every recover from it. I do notice he is quieter than he used to be, but I’ll take it. His life and ours could have been such a challenge but God worked his magic and gave my boy his life back. The only lasting effect he had from the accident is a horrible scar on his head and he now has to wear glasses.
God is good!
And here he is today, back to work, driving again, and living his life as if nothing ever happened. I’m so grateful for the way things turned out, I’m grateful my husband was willing to walk this journey with me that could have affected our whole way of life forever, and I’m grateful for my oldest son Dustin, the fireman on duty that was on the scene of his brothers accident, who was willing to care for Cody after my hubby and I passed if he was unable to care for himself. I can’t believe we lived this horror just one year ago, and I can’t believe how many miracles God granted our family. Life is good! My boys are amazing! and my Hubby is unlike any other, with such a giving heart!
Don’t take anything for granted, make sure you tell and show those around you how much they are loved. Life truly can be cut short at any moment.