The Sunday Spill

Our boy is doing so well. The past 3 days have gone so smoothly, and he has been pretty stable for the most part!! All the numbers are right where the doctors want them to be. He continues to respond to painful stimulus, moving all limbs. We laugh because if the doctors have to hurt him, in order for us to get excited, it's fine;) It never gets old, watching him move his little arms and legs, even if its hardly at all, AT LEAST ITS SOMETHING! He is still not breathing on his own, and the dilation of his eyes haven't changed much. The swelling in his brain has stayed about the same, which is okay, as long as it isn't getting worse! They don't know much about that, because they haven't done another MRI yet. He has just been so stable, and they don't want to risk moving him down for an MRI just yet. All of his lab results are looking good, the lungs are looking okay, he's been peeing like a race horse. Just watching....waiting....as the docs would say.

 They told us we need to start stimulating him. Since they have completely taken away all of the sedation, for now, he can hear things and feel things more easily (we think). So we turned the TV on for the first time, it's sunday so of course we are watching football, we bumped up the volume a bit, opened the blinds and turned the lights on. It's like a whole new world in here. And we don't have to talk in our super quiet inside voices anymore!!! They told us its important for him to be able to tell the difference between day and night, so his REM cycle doesn't get too out of whack. They told us to help him feel like it's just a normal day in the life of Britton.

My dad said, "Well, on sundays he usually goes to church, watches football and sleeps. We can't get him to church today, but the football and sleeping thing shouldn't be too much of a problem."

He needs to hear us. The football game. His favorite songs. Things that are familiar to him.

Im hoping one day, when i say, "Well, my favorite color is light tan. My favorite animal is puppies. I like serving the Lord. Hiking, play volleyball..."

He will pipe in and say "You gotta be kidding me. Everything you just said, is MY favorite thing to do, every day!"

Someday. Someday soon! (Those are lines from the movie Nacho Libre, if you are confused)

Our sweet boy is hangin in there. Being as tough as they come. 

Today when i was sitting by his bed, holding tight to his warm hand. I thought about the visit we had with 2 women from the enterprise fire department, who were one of the first teams on the scene after the accident. It was really great to hear from them and thank them for what they had done for my brother that day. She told me, that when she got there, she was surprised my brother was still alive. That after all the years she'd been doing it, she hadn't seen someone with that traumatic of an injury make it that long. 

She said he was a fighter. 

She told us she was 99 percent sure he wasn't going to make it to the hospital, after seeing his condition. But he did, and here we are, one week and one day later.

My brother is a fighter.