The Party Don't Stop

Sleeping beauty is still...well, sleeping. But just because he's sleeping, and just because we are in a hospital, the party don't stop. nope. HAPPY NEW YEARS EVE!

Britton had another huge day of physical therapy! He did great, again, such an over achiever. They had him on his hands and knees, standing up, sitting up, rolled him on a ball that looked like a giant lima bean (don't ask), and he even was responding to some pretty tough commands. that's our boy!

Sometimes I just don't get it though. How can he hear us and respond to commands every once in awhile, so well, but still lie unconscious in a coma?! SO WEIRD.

Hey, listen up. I just want to say how much it means to me that you read this blog. That you care enough to hear of my brothers daily progress. I am completely blown away at the response this thing has had, especially because I had no intentions of it becoming what it has. I initially just started it so Britt could have kind of a journal of everything that went on, so that one day when he is able to he can look back trough it and see everything he overcame. And so my parents wouldn't have to deal with explaining how he was doing a million times a day! It has become so much more than that I think. And not because of me, but because of all of you. It helps me to express my feelings in a healthy way, it keeps me positive and upbeat about everything too! I look forward to posting every day. I'm so thankful that it has helped others, through their own difficulties and trials. It helps me to realize that my brothers accident wasn't just for nothing, he isn't going through all of this for no good reason. If it is helping even one single person, inspiring one heart, or teaching one mind...then it is all worth it. And that is all I could ever ask for. That through my brothers struggle others are being helped. Thank you for all the sweet comments on every post, I see them and read them all! They are so uplifting and encouraging to me. Thank you for saying hi when you see me out and about and for your sweet compliments about this blog. It means the world. I feel like because of this blog I have met so many amazing new people, and heard the most incredible stories of miracles and hope. Some that have truly touched and changed my heart. Often times i feel like peopel give me too much credit, i've said it once and ill say it again.

It is not me. It is my sweet brother. The boy who is laying in the bed next to me. The boy who has fought miraculously for 60 days, and will continue to do so. The boy who has left an unerasable mark on my heart, and probably all of ours. He has inspired thousands, yet hasn't said a word. He has taught me the true meaning of love. In it's deepest most purest form. He has shown me what it is really like to be like christ, to live like him. He has strengthened my testimony, and shown me that God lives...without a doubt, that he loves all of us, without a doubt, and that he is the almighty, without a doubt. He has taught me what it really means to be strong and to never give up...no matter how hard it gets. He is my angel, my role model, my perfect example, and my little brother. Everything I have said within the last 60 days, has been from him or because of him. I'm just the one with the keyboard.

Busy Day

What a great day!

-Britt did HOURS of physical therapy and did such a great job!

-WE GET TO STAY HERE (at acute rehab)!

-Dixie high school boys basketball put on an awesome camp for Britt!

-Today is taco tuesday...and my uncle makes the best fish tacos. TAILGATE IN THE HOSPITAL PARKING LOT HOLLLLA!

-My parents now have their honorary nursing degrees, courtesy of 2 of our cute nurses!haha how funny.

Britt has been responding to lots of commands today! And he has been withdrawing from pain like a champ. He has put on a teeny bit of weight but hey we will take what we can get! I got to go over and watch a little bit of the basketball camp that the boys and coaches from Dixie put on, and it was so fun! So many kids! We are so very thankful for such caring people/friends in our community. Coach Cuff and Coach Robinson and those boys are so amazing. It meant so much to us! After every drill, each group would give a cheer, and every time it was Britton on 3. Hearing all those kids shout his name, hit close to my heart. 

Good Lookin

The other day, I said something about how it isn't how long he's been here, but how far he's come. Being here all day every day it is hard for my family and I to really notice changes and differences in him, especially his physical appearance. But when friends or family stop by and are able to see him they can't believe how much better he look each time. Last night I went on the computer at home and started looking through pictures of when his accident first happened. It was really really hard. I think I had forgotten how bad it had actually been, how bad of shape he was in. I have tried to erase those first days/weeks, from my memory. They are too hard to remember. But I wanted to get a picture to compare to now, for me to see the change that he has undergone, and for you to see as well. No one but my family has seen pictures of my brother from when it first happened, they are very personal. So it's a little bit difficult to share with you all. But i think it is appropriate.

What a miracle my brother has been. From then, to now. Obviously pictures don't even do it justice, but you can kind of get the picture i'm sure. We have been truly blessed, he has been truly blessed. I only see good things ahead for this special boy.

Our insurance will be reevaluating Britton soon. So if you could please pray that he will end up wherever he needs to be to get the best care. We really love it here and want him to stay here. It's scary to think they might move him to a rest home or some other options. The case managers are working really hard to keep him here, but you know how insurance works...So please please say a little prayer that we can keep him here!!

Scrub a dub dub

It's about dang time our boy got a decent bath! Of course he gets bed baths everyday, where they wipe him down...but today he got A REAL LIFE BATH! Scrub a dub dub. Squeaky clean. They had to wrap waterproof bandaging all around his peg tube, and pick line. He did so good. My dad said he LOVED IT! Just like the olden days. He would literally sit in the shower for hours. HOURS. that is not an exaggeration. We probably had the highest water bill in the city of santa clara thanks to Britton. My dad put hot towels all over him and scrubbed him scalp, hands, and feet. He loved every second of it. The rest of the day for Britt went good! Just did what he usually does. Ya know. They upped his nutrition intake, they are hoping to see him gain some weight soon, because he has just lost so so much.  So we are hoping to see him gain a pound or two sometime soon!!

Today i was sitting on the couch and I heard my mom crying in the kitchen so i went to see what was going on and, I asked her if she was okay. She had been going through the pile of mail, reading all of the cards and letters. And she was just bawling. She said, I just got a check for 1000 dollars in the mail, and there isn't even a name on it. She said I don't understand, we don't deserve all of this. I could tell that her heart was overflowing with gratitude so much that it had to start coming out of her tear ducts. We have received much more than we could ever deserve. Your service and generosity to our family is something I have no words for. We have received so many uplifting messages the past couple of days through letters and cards sent in the mail. Thank you for taking the time to write such meaningful words to us. Please know how it will help us, every cent that we have received makes that burden on my parents a little less. I have been so amazed at the charity of so many. You have taught me lessons of love and service and selflessness that I will take with me throughout the rest of my life, as will the rest of my family. 

8 weeks

Holy smokes. No way has it been 8 weeks!!

8 weeks too long if you ask me haha. Britt has been a busy boy as usual today. Lots of physical therapy, standing up, moving around, sitting in the chair. He did really well with it all. The therapy is really intense here! Its really good for him! He has been doing this thing lately where he struggs the left side of his face and kind of makes a crying sound. He only does it when he is in pain, we think he is trying to cry when he does it. It always makes us really sad to watch, but at least he is able to show that he is in pain.

His hair is growing in over his scars and they're looking so good!! He was responding to all of my commands today. I told him to raise his eyebrow, wiggle his toes, and stick out his tongue and he did all of them! I asked him if he wanted to open his eyes and he just started moving all around. I really think he wants to so bad, and he is trying, but just can't! Poor guy.

My grandma aunt and cousin came down to visit today, and it was fun to see them! And one of Britton's nurses from the ICU dropped by too to check in on him!

8 weeks. 2 months. 56 days. If you think too much about those numbers, you start to get discouraged, scared, fearful, you start questioning things. I try not to look at it like how long it has been...but more like how far he has come.

 I remember the first time i saw Britton after his accident. I walked into his room and his chest was going up down up down a million miles an hour, tubes down his throat and up his nose, with big machines hooked up to them. Colorful wires and lines hooked all over him. Iv's lining his arms, tons of medications and fluids hanging next to him. A swollen, bloody, bandaged head, discolored face, dark eyes, cold body, no movement. Thinking back to that moment. The feelings, the emotions, it's so hard to relive it, and to remember it. I've never seen someone in such bad shape in my entire life, in pictures, on tv, no where, had I seen such a horrific sight. And it didn't help that it was my little brother. My sweet, perfect, 16 year old little brother. Who the last time I had seen, was a healthy, strong, and charismatic boy. How it had all changed so drastically. Nothing was for certain that night. No one knew what the next minute, hour, night or day might hold for him. I did though. A feeling so strong in my heart, that it would be okay, that he, would be okay. Over the next few days and weeks, I feared, I questioned, but I never doubted. As many highs and as many lows that there has been, doubt has never overpowered the faith and trust that I have of the miracle and happy ending that will take place.

It has been 8 weeks since I walked into that room and saw him for the first time. It brings me so much joy and happiness to see him and how far he has come from that night. His head is no longer swollen and wrapped in bandages. He no longer has tubes running through his nose and mouth feeding him and  breathing for him. He breathes completely on his own through a trach in his neck. He has a feeding tube in his belly that is able to give him the nutrition he needs. His face is the perfect color, his hands warm and firm. He moves. On his own. He hears us, and he responds. He recognizes pain. His scars are healing, his hair is growing. His organs are all working properly. His immune system is working the way it should. He swallows, has a gag reflex, contracts his own muscles. He's here, he is alive, and he is well. Obviously not as well as we would all wish him to be, but he is getting there. Slowly, he is getting there.

He still needs your prayers, very much. He needs you to keep believing in him. Time might go on, and he might still be sleeping, but please don't give up on him. Don't forget about him, because he needs us, all of us. Thank you for all you've done. Thank you for sticking by him all this time. Our family is incredibly grateful for all of you and everything you've done:)

In Jeffrey R. Hollands book, "To My Friends" I read,

"If thou canst do anything, have compassion on us, and help us. If thou canst believe, all things are possible to him that believeth."

"In this church, what we know will always trump what we do not know. And remember, in this world, everyone is to walk by faith."

Share the Gift

Merry Christmas!

By far the best holiday....thanksgiving comes in a close second. (we are talking in terms of food here)

So our christmas went a little like this:

We woke up at 8, my dad had my papa Ron come stay with Britt, and my dad came home...woke us all up, and we headed out to see if santa had come!

He did.

The little boys were so excited! I loved it. They got everything they wanted! We had such a fun time opening up all the presents! We got done and were sitting around the living room. Britt's pile sat there, untouched, unmoved. It wasn't the same without him. My mom and dad held each other as they cried. And then we all huddled up and just cried together. That was really hard for a minute. All i could think was, at least he is still here, at least we can head on over to the hospital and spend the day with him. His circumstances could have been very different. I couldn't fathom that. We are so so very lucky. Next christmas...that's what we kept saying, next christmas we will all be together like all the other years!

I came over to the hospital, and got a couple of hours to myself with Britt. So, I sang him a few songs...(I'm sure he loved that hahahahah), and we talked a little bit. Britt...I was singing silent night to you, and the spirit was so so strong. I don't know why. But it was. I was sobbing trying to get the words out, especially when I sang the lyrics..."sleep in heavenly peace." For some reason those hit me hard. He started moving all around, like he was trying to tell me something. I don't know what. I wish I did. Maybe he was trying to tell me he was sleeping in heavenly peace. That wherever he was, and whatever he was doing...it was peaceful and he was okay.

He didn't open his eyes today, and that is okay. Maybe tomorrow!

Everything I want to say today is shown perfectly through this video! Watch it, and share the gift.

O Holy Night

 First of all, I swear it was just November 1...and now it's almost December 25th?! Time flies when your having fun I guess. haha

Today has been so great. My mom, dad and I spent the morning and afternoon with Britt. He was a busy boy, doing tons of physical therapy. They worked him really good, even though it was a holiday;) No days off for this boy!

So basically he has just been a sleepy head all day long.

We put on our santa hats, and turned on the Mariah Carey Christmas station on pandora. We sang and danced and had ourselves a jolly good time.

this was our mistletoe (I know RIGHT, you're wondering how we are so dang crafty)

My little brothers, Ledger and Greyson, came over this evening, and were able to talk to Britt and visit with him for a little bit. They really liked the isolation outfits! Our dear friends, the Akins, brought us over the greatest christmas eve dinner, and we were able to eat it here in the hospital. We are so very thankful for sweet gestures like that, because they allow us to spend more time with Britt and be here with him. We also had the Fakahua Family visit us, and they sang some carols for Britton. That family has got some serious skills...and I aint kiddin. They were SO GOOD. And so incredibly thoughtful for going out of their way to come spend a few minutes at the hospital on christmas eve to sing for my brother. You know there were lots of tears involved. The spirit was SO strong.

Then we got one of the nurses to be on babysitting duty, and we walked on over to the temple with our friends, the Howell's, it's pretty convenient that its just right across the street from the hospital. We walked around and looked at the lights and listened to the nativity.

And now here I am, sitting comfy in a chair next to Britt and we are watching our all time favorite movie...Christmas Vacation. I MEAN WHAT ARE THE ODDS, that it comes on TV?! We seriously watched it 20 times last december. We can quote almost every line. This time, I was the only one quoting, Britton must have just wanted to listen...Oh hey what do you know, Elf is coming up next, I think he likes that one too.

Here is the thing. Britton got the best Christmas Presents, hands down. So if he isnt awake to claim them...I'm right here.

Also, Britt is always the first one up on Christmas morning, SO NO PRESSURE BRITTON...NO PRESSURE.

Anyway, there is no where else I would rather be on christmas eve than right here with my Britt. Christmas really does have a completely different meaning to me this year. The pure love of Christ that has been felt the past couple of months and last couple of days is so special. It's about celebrating him. And enjoying the ones you hold dear to your heart. It is so crazy to think on this holy night the wisemen saw a star symbolic of the birth of Christ, they were visited by angels telling them of his coming, and they followed it, seeking the son of God...the Savior of all mankind.

That happened.

As my thoughts wander, I think back to that night, and what it must have been like, to be there, to witness it all. I'd like to think that I would have followed that light to welcome the savior. Christmas is a story of love. That is what it is all about. It's simple, yet so miraculous and sacred. It's meaningful, and it's beautiful. Remember him, and let the love of Christ into your hearts and your homes this Christmas.

Pray for a Christmas miracle for our Britt. Tomorrow could very well be the day, and I couldn't think of a greater gift.

Watch This! The Birth of Christ

Little Victories

So this is how I woke up.....

My mom answered the phone, and all i hear is "HELLO, WHAT HAPPENED?" in a frantic voice.

I've never popped out of bed so fast in my life. I didn't know if my dad was calling to say something was wrong. literally my heart dropped, kinda like that sick feeling you get.

Then she sighed really big, and still sounded frantic and i was like WHAT THE HECK MOM, WHATS GOING ON??

Then she waved her hand signaling that it was all okay. HOLY SMOKES, way to give me a heart attack.

She started sounding surprised and so excited....of course I started freaking out and almost crying because I thought he was awake!!!!! The conversation had something to do with his eyes, so that was my automatic assumption.

Then she got off the phone and told me that he was tracking with his eye. I guess my dad had held up his phone in front of Britt's eye and he moved it side to side and Britt followed it with his eye. THAT IS HUGE! like very exciting. He had never shown any movement in his eyes so this was such good news.

Little victories...thats what we live for.

My friend, Riley, who works here in the Acute Rehab, has had a few things hard things she has had to face in her life, and I have always admired her for the strength she has shown through the years, despite traggic circumstances. She stops in and talks to me every once in awhile, and she said something that stuck. She said...there's plenty of hard stuff, and those things stink...but it's those little victories that you hang onto, and that get you though it. HOW TRUE IS THAT. Such words of wisdom she has.

He had a great day! Today when we stood him up on his feet, he showed muscle contraction which is a good sign! He did great with with all of his therapy and his therapists are really impressed with how limber his extremities are.

They put a pick line in him today, its like an iv they run from your arm into your heart, and so it will eliminate all of the pokes he has to get for tests and antibiotics. Crazy what they can do, right?

Last night we got some visitors here at the hospital, two snowmen and a santa clause! it was my aunt Sheila and her friends. They were hilarious, and it definitely brightened our day! Those little selfless acts of service to make us smile or help us out, mean more than you will ever know. It blows me away the kindness everyone has in their hearts.

Shout out to Cooper Camp, and his family, for all the hard work they are doing with their hot cocoa stand!! Cute little cooper is quite the amazing little boy. He raised about 1300 dollars for "the boy down the street", thats how he knew of our Britt, selling his hot cocoa on the weekends in front of their house. It seriously melts mine and my families hearts what this young boy has done for us. It means so much. He is in 1st grade, and has done this for 3 years, each year raising money for a philanthropic cause. How cool is that. That at such a young age he understands and knows the value of charity and love. Yet again the perfect example of christmas spirit. We are glad he got to meet Britt and tell him about it a little bit!

Humbled

Today has been yet another good day! Britt was a busy boy today, lots and lots of physical therapy and stimulus! They sat him in a power chair for the first time for about an hour, and he did really well! He also sat on the edge of the bed too. He has gotten so much better at controlling his own head, he still cant hold it up on his own, but now when we hold it for him...it feels more like 5 pounds rather than 50!haha He responded to a few commands today, but I think he is just really tired after physical therapy.

Today I was standing out in the hallway while they were changing him, and i watched a young boy learning to walk again, try and take some steps down the hallway. I don't know who he is, where he is from, his story, or what happened to him. But from those couple of minutes that I was able to watch him...I know this, that boy is inspiring.

I watched him as he struggled to take each step, his legs wobbling and very unstable. He had a harness attached to him for the therapist to hold onto incase he fell. I could tell that he was struggling, that it was very difficult for him and painful. He was so motivated and concentrated on each step. I clapped and told him good job and how amazing I thought he was as he took several steps, slowly, past me.

I walked back into Britton's room and couldn't help but sit down and cry.

I have never been more humbled in my life, than in that moment, watching that boy, I don't think.

I dont know what he had to overcome to get this far. Or what exactly his road and journey have entailed. This boy was trying to learn to walk again, to function normally...again. I cant imagine the stress and frustration he must be feeling...but his smile was there, small, but it was there. And his eyes shone bright.

Inspiring. Humbling. Strengthening.

When I walked back into the room, as I was crying, I looked at my brother. I pictured him walking down the halls, trying to learn how regain function of his body, learning how to walk again, how to balance. It hit me, as it does every now and again, that my brother is here, in this situation, and that would be him someday. Of course I am so grateful that he is alive, and revovering little by little, but it's still the fact that this has happened to him. That my sweet brother who once was running in touchdowns and rounding bases...will have to relearn everything. And just like that boy, he will have to learn to walk again down these hallways. As much as it hurt me to witness that boy, and think that my brother would have to go through the same things...It gave me something to look forward to.

If that sweet boy could do it with a smile on his face.

Then so can I, and so can my brother.

I realized today that I will never take my health for granted. My legs, the fact that I can walk and run and jump on my own with no problems. I can wave my arms around, and hold my head up on my own. I can sit myself up and roll around on my own. I don't have to be helped, or held by a harness. And I take that for granted sometimes. I will never complain about something on my body hurting again, unless I am in the hospital doing the same things that boy and my brother are having to do...because I don't see them complaining...and they are far worse of then I am, or any of us are.

Day 50

Britt is loving the new location i think.

I said, "Britt, if you like it here...squeeze my hand."

and he definitely gave it a good squeeze.

I asked him if he could hear me to show me. And he lifted his leg up pretty high.

These things could be just spontaneous muscle reflexes...but I think they are very much intentional. I know he can hear us very well, more than ever before. And it is so exciting:)

He has been getting plenty of physical therapy, and his white blood count has looked really good the last couple of days! So we think the antibiotics are doing their job!

Today was really refreshing for me, in the fact that I know my brother is in there, and I know he is so close to opening those eyes of his. I just think he has a few more things to do and he will be ready to come back to all of us!

Still, everywhere I go...I am overwhelmed with love and thoughtfulness from all of those around me. Telling me how much they love the blog, and the updates, and Britt. Reassuring me that he is being prayed for by an incredible amount of people. Our sweet boy is getting all that he needs here on earth, we are all doing out part, and I know that as long as we keep that up, keep the faith, that heavenly father will do his part.

So once again, thank you all. Thank you for stopping me and giving me big hugs, and telling me how much you care, and how he has been in your prayers. Thank you for caring enough for my brother, and for supporting him and our family, that you take the time out of your busy everyday lives to read this, and follow along. I never in a million years would have thought that so many people would end up reading this blog...I guess I just never knew how truly lucky and blessed we are, to have a brother, and a son, who has inspired so many people and changed so many heart. This christmas season I have really took into account the act of service. Being more christlike and giving. You guys have given so much to my family and sweet brother the past 7 weeks. More than I could have ever imagined. We have received an endless amount of love and support. So I thank you for sharing that with us this christmas season.

A few weeks ago, I know if you would have asked my family our plans for Christmas we would have been a little bit bitter about it. Not knowing if we would even really be able to have one. It is hard to picture Christmas morning here in the hospital, rather than us all...and i mean all 6 of us...waking up in my mom and dads bed and running up the stairs to see everything under the tree, the little boys so excited that santa came! Taking turns opening our presents one by one, and then me amy dad and Britton helping the little guys put together all of their stuff and new toys. Gathering around the table for a big breakfast and christmas dinner. It's hard to know that it will not be that way this year. Thankfully we have the most amazing people in our lives, who have been nothing but amazing in helping get my little brothers some presents, and offering to bring us dinner or have us over! I don't know what we would do without you guys. Your service has been so special to us. But I think about it, and there is no where else I would rather be this Christmas, than here in the hospital next to my brother, surrounded by the 5 people that mean more to me than anything else in this world. Surrounded by the spirit that is so strongly felt round about my brothers bed every single day. You walk into this room and you can feel its presence. His presence. Christmas isnt about the presents, or the good food. It never was. And I think we all know that. I think this christmas will be the best one yet...because I know what is important in life more than I ever did before, and I know why we celebrate it. My heart is so full, especially lately, of the love Christ offers us, the strength and the light. He is the gift. Not the new scooters, not the new clothes, or the shoes and toys under the tree, those are all great...but he, our savior, Jesus Christ, is the true gift. Im so thankful for the way my testimony has been able to grow lately. For the better understanding I have of God's love, His plan, Jesus' sacrifice for all of us. The tender mercies, the blessings and the miracles he so kindly offers us. And has offered my brother and our family. As long as I have my family, and my savior, this christmas will be the best one yet. We are praying for that christmas miracle. For our sweet boy to open those eyes someday soon. And maybe it wont be before christmas, or even on. And that is fine. We will wait, as long as it takes. But there is no harm in hoping, and praying with the utmost faith that it will be this Christmas season:) Thank you for taking the time to serve my family the way you have, especially during the crazy month of december when you are so busy caring for your own and preparing for the holiday season. What you have done for us, means the world. You have all demonstrated the light of christ, and the spirit of christmas in a ways I have never seen or felt in my entire life. Thank you for teaching me the true meaning of love and service, especially during such a special time of the year, which we celebrate because of Christ, the ultimate example of love and service.

Here is a video from today of Britt following commands:) ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER (besides my annoying voice...apologizing in advance)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVBtCTKJhr4&feature=youtu.be

49 Days with "Britty Brew"

Seven weeks today for "Our Boy Britt" Seven long weeks! You know when you here about things like this you often here of someone being in coma for 10 days, 3 weeks or even a little bit longer. In my everyday normal life I felt like I only counted the work days in a week usually a 5 day or sometimes short week because of a holidays or something like that. Counted the days I'd be gone for a hunt like 3-10 days? Maybe when you go on vacation you say "I'm going for 7-10 days" to such & such a place! Or maybe you count down the days before something like a Birthday, New Baby, Wedding or Christmas. 

Well 49 days (seven weeks) is a hard pill to swallow when you think about it in our little situation! I'm not sure why I count the days like it really matters? Weekdays & Weekends all run together anymore. Thanksgiving & now Christmas just seem to be another day. We use to look forward to big NFL, College & High School games on the weekends. Finding time to mow the lawn, or just go for a ride in the RZR before it got too cold at night. Time seems to be irrelevant right now, but these dang days just stand out in my head!

49 days is a long time like I said before! There is so much that has happened since november 1st. Sommer & I have almost been married 24 years and I can't think of anything that has brought us closer together than this! Don't know why that is exactly, because it's also the hardest thing we've ever had to deal with too! My wife probably couldn't tell you how many days we've been here, and I wish I could think more like her? She is no doubt the biggest fan of this boy you have ever seen! She always has been....Her and Britton share a bond that I only hope every boy & his mother could share. "Britty Brew" as only she calls him is 100% her Boy, this boy LOVES his MOTHER! He is kind to her (especially when he wants something) He is affectionate with her, He is her shoulder to lean on and He is quite and sweet like her! I worry about her, because she worries so so much about every little thing that happens to him! These 49 days have been harder on her than all the rest of us put together! I will never ever  doubt the love of a mother and "Her Boy" I've seen it first hand for the last sixteen years and seen it go to an unequivocal level lately that I know I'll never understand. As I set and watch her with him day after day, I truly have the hardest time believing that Heavenly Father could love him MORE than his Sweet Little Mother! 

I'm so thankful for the people that have taken time to write letters, poems & simple messages to us. I would like to share some of the poems that have been written for our family and Britt. It's amazing when and how some of these poems came to us, It was exactly what we needed to hear at that moment on that day. Thank You so much to all of you that spilled a little of your heart for us!

Thanks Again,

Jesse Shipp

Britton

As I lay here trying to sleep

My thoughts are not so clear,

For you are there, so far away

And I am only here

To be secure of where you are,

Is what I need to know,

But then I understand His pace,

and son we'll take it slow

If only I could hear your voice,

or see one smirky smile,

maybe then I'd be at ease,

But only for awhile.

For you My Boy are on a path

that I don't understand,

But God above is guiding you

along a different plan.

For Britt my son I have seen

more heads are bowing down,

and more have come to kneel with Thee,

and many lost are found

Why it is I'll never know

that this has come to be

But through this trial , I have faith

that you'll be back with me!

Only time can help me out,

I guess we're good to wait,

Until that day that you return,

I'll trust to Him your fate.

Jen Sargent

For Britt

You look up, things seem dark

Seems like life just went downhill and decided to park

Day by day passes, but you’re still finding yourself asking how and why

You wish that all this pain would just move along and pass by

Going around every day with your head down just makes each day longer

Remember what doesn't kill you makes you stronger

You got to keep having faith, keep believing

The easy way out is to just stay grieving

But that’s not who you are

You’re strong, a leader, a star

You’re an example to so many

When life knocks you down, it doesn't mean its winning

You fight back, until you win this war

Because you know what you’re fighting for

Pain will pass at some point, but that is all up to you

It could be day, a month, a year, or even two

Just remember who you are and what you believe

God doesn't put us through anything we can’t conquer and achieve

Yes things might seem dark now

But eventually that smile will be so much bigger than that frown

Nick

BELIEVE FOR BRITTON

Sometimes things happen
that we can not explain
with tons of unanswered questions these experiences cause our hearts so much pain
Why in the world would this happen
to someone so innocent and young
a young man with a future
and a life filled with so much fun.
Our father has plan
for everyone you see
a plan we can not explain especially in such a tragedy
As Britton’s body lays sound asleep
upon a hospital bed
his spirit is so happy in heaven in the arms of his best friend
You see as Britton is sleeping here the veil we can not see
he is learning lessons in heaven that will be with him throughout eternity
Britton is in the arms of our Savior The hugs must be so tight
as his body lie in the hospital putting up the biggest fight.
He has taught a lot of patience and love for all man kind people from all over
have Believe for Britton on their mind

You see it on their jerseys
or written on their wrists
you hear it as you walk through stores
Everyones talking believe for Britt.
You see your family has changed so many peoples lives
because as everyone reads your blog
They are learning of the pure love of Christ
Christ knows your hearts are hurting
While upon the waves of life you are tossed.
He also holds you tightly in his arms
as your family is feeling so lost.
Thank you for your examples. of a true modern day family. Who has been thrown into a situation here.
And used it to help build others testimonies.
Thank you!!!

Believe For Britton 

Shari Fisher

Bittersweet

I'm sorry I didn't post yesterday! It was crazy busy! But Britton is all moved in to his new crib. They moved him from the ICU yesterday evening, over to the Neurological Acute Rehab Center, just across town. Since he is still not awake and fully ready for the facility, they have made the necessary arrangements to compliment Britton and his needs here. We are excited for the next step, we are hoping that soon he will open those eyes, and be able to start participating in more demanding physical therapy. Slowly but surely.

Oh my heck. you should have seen all of us yesterday. It was an emotional day, for the sole reason that we had to leave the ICU. Weird right? You would think you would want to leave the ICU, it's not exactly the ideal place to be. And of course we are so happy that Britt doesn't HAVE to be there anymore. But everyone there, the doctors, the nurses, the therapists, they became our family. When you spend 48 days in the same place, you get to know everyone really well, and you develop friendships. They were there for us through the whole thing. Since day one. The ups and the downs. The tears and the smiles. It was really hard to have to leave them all. I can't even begin to tell you how amazing that unit is. Seriously, incredible. Every single one of those people are so good at what they do, and just genuinely great people. I will never be able to thank them for loving my brother the way they did, and for loving my family. The way they cared for him, and for us. We wouldn't be here, today, where we are...and neither would Britton, if it weren't for every single person there. And those doctors, where to even begin. We had the 3 best doctors in the whole wide world, taking care of our Britt. I mean what more could you ask for? And they weren't just doctors to us...they were so much more. I admire them for their knowledge, wisdom and work ethic. For being able to do what they do, it blows my  mind. My family will forever be eternally grateful for them and everything they have done for my brother. So thank you.

Thank you to the nurses who were constantly reassuring my mom that it was going to be okay.

Thank you to the nurses who would be there for my dad in the wee hours of the night, just to talk to him and keep him company when he needed it.

Thank you to the physical therapist who held me tight and kept me calm that scary day when we thought we might lose him.

Thank you to the doctors, who performed life saving surgeries, and procedure, made life saving decisions and calls on my brothers behalf, every single day.

Thank you to the techs who would bring us pepsi after pepsi after pepsi, pillows, blankets, and toast in the morning, always checking in on us and making sure we were comfortable.

Thank you to the secretaries, who answered over 1000 calls a day on the phone from our family alone, just to let us in.

Thank you to the nurses who loved my brother, and cared for him as if he was their own.

Thank you to the entire ICU for putting up with all of us, in our worst moments. For being there for us, when we needed you most.

And thank you for never giving up on my brother, for believing in him from day 1.

Every single one of you saved him....saved all of us.

I can honestly say that some of the relationships we developed with them over the past 7 weeks, will continue on for years to come. They will be close friends for the rest of our lives.

It took me about an hour to take everything down that was on his wall of fame. We had boxes FULL of stuff, notes, signed jerseys, helmets, balls, pictures, posters, etc. It was actually really sad, having to take it all down. But so humbling, because it was yet another reminder of how my brother is so loved. By so many.

We had to call in reinforcements and have a few boys from the waiting room come help us pack down all our stuff and boxes.

When the ambulance came to pick Britt up and the crew came to get him on the gurney, about 15 nurses and staff were gathered outside of his room, watching. All of us girls were crying, it was quite the scene hahah. But as they wheeled Britton out everyone said their goodbyes, and we hugged, and cried some more, and tried to express how grateful we were for them and how much we were going to miss them.

It is going to be so weird to not walk into the ICU everyday, and see all of the familiar smiling faces. But how awesome is it...that it will be hard. That this wasn't easy for our family, to leave the ICU. How cool is it that we were able to develop such great friendships and relationships with all of them, that it made it hard to leave. I can't think of a greater place, with greater people.

I can't wait for my brother to walk through those doors one day. With a smile on his face. Those pretty green eyes wide open.

For them to meet my brother, the real Britt. Not the hurt one.

For him to see them, get to know them, and love them like we did.

For him to thank them, for saving his life, for caring for him and about him, and for believing in him.

I can't wait for that day.

Britton is now in the neurological acute rehab in the old hospital across town. We already love it here! Everyone is so awesome. And Britt even has a nice big window in his room to let in some of that nice st george sunshine. It is very different in a lot of ways, but we think a little change will be good! He is still fighting the bacterias and bugs, but as far as we can tell they are under control. So we are crossing our fingers it stays that way!! It will probably take up to 3-4 weeks for his body to get rid of them completely. We are excited for what the future might hold. We hope that Britt will open those eyes of his soon, and that he will be able to start his long but fulfilling road to recovery:)

ATTA BABY B

So today has been a pretty good day so far!! Britt has been responding to lots of commands! He gave us thumbs up, wiggled his toes, raised his arms, squeezed his hands, and raised his eyebrow for us!! We can tell that he wants to open that left eye so bad. I think he is close! We rolled him over on his belly today, which was kind of scary, not gonna lie, but he did really well! We also sat him up on the side of the bed too! It seems like his head is getting more stable, and he has more control of it. So that is really cool to see! The antibiotics seem to be working so far! He hasn't had any fevers, or high white blood counts, so that is good news. Hopefully it jut continues to move in the right direction!

We are almost positive that Britton will be moving tomorrow, to the old hospital, either to the pediatric floor or the acute rehab. If not tomorrow, then sometime this weekend. We, along with the doctors, feel like this will be a smart move!

Here is a video of Britt responding to commands early this morning, that my dad made:)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxH0Ju2BEsE&feature=youtu.be

The Power of Prayer

It's a phrase we have all heard a million time. "The power of prayer." 

Notice the power part. Do we ever really sit back and think about that. How much power is vested in our prayers? And do we truly believe in that power? Do we believe that through them we are heard, answered, helped, protected. 

The last 6 1/2 weeks, I have witnessed, how powerful, prayer can be....and is. 

It's incredible to me that we can so easily communicate with our Father in Heaven. Through a simple prayer, he hears us. 

Prayer is such an easy thing. Such a crucial thing. It allows us to thank our Father for all we have, to ask for blessings in our lives, or for help to be given to others, for answers and guidance, and strength when we are in need. But how often to we forget to offer up our thanks to the Lord? I know I haven't always been the best at remembering to say my prayers morning and night, and everywhere in between. There have been times in my life where I have slacked, big time. Why is it, that it is so easy to forget to do the littlest and most simple things, like prayers? I ask myself that all the time. I have felt that during the times in my life where I need something, whether it be an answer, help, or comfort, is when I seem to offer up my heart more than ever. 

I want to kick myself for that. 

How come, only in the times where I need him most, am I saying my most genuine prayers?! Never forgetting them, whether it be morning, night, and all the moments in between. 

I once had a lesson in young womens, about exact obedience. It was a couple of years ago, and it really hit me, and has stuck with me every day since. We were taught that we should be living our lives with exactness. Especially with the little things. Prayer, scripture study, attending church meetings, being that light to those who need it, and trying our best to become like christ every day. Those things are not hard. If you really think about it, they are so so simple. It is about giving your best effort, and putting the Lord first. So why do I forget them so easily. Letting the unimportant things cloud my judgement and get in the way of whats really important. 

The past 45 days I have had a lot of time to reflect on that. I've asked myself, how could I that? How could I let myself go to sleep at night without saying a prayer because I was too tired, or how could I justify not saying one in the morning because I was in a rush and didn't have time. But then, when I really need something from my Father in Heaven, ohhhhhh then I'm not too tired, then I have all the time in the world. REALLY? Really, Autumn. Well, if there is one thing I have learned the past 45 days, it is that I need to be better at living my life with exact obedience. And I have promised myself, and my Heavenly Father, that for as long as I live, I will never EVER, neglect or forget to kneel down every night, and every morning, and offer up a genuine prayer. 

Because the truth is. I always need him. ALWAYS. It may not be a tragic circumstances, help on a test (haha), or an answer to something...life might be going great, smooth, perfect, but i STILL need him. Everyday, I need him. So how could I forget to pray.

Another thing that I have really come to understand more, are prayers of gratitude. We have sure said a lot of those lately. After every word of good news, or little improvement/progress...you bet it's time for a prayer of thanks. I feel like, through thanking my Father for all of those things, good and bad, small or big, it shows your love for him, and your gratitude as well as your faith. I've made a much better effort to thank him for the bad stuff, just as much as the good. Because as hard as it might be, and as mad as it makes me, I know that it's all part of that plan. And its just another opportunity to become better and to grow. 

I know that prayer is not just offered vocally, but secretly, within our hearts, and thoughts as well. 

When I first heard about my brothers accident, the first thing I did was kneel down and pray. I grabbed all of my roommates and asked them to say another with me. As I was sobbing, asking Heavenly Father to please be with my brother and to not let him quit fighting just yet, I continued on...and a calm came over me. I was able to finish the prayer without a tear in my eye. 

As I drove home, I said a million more prayers, but asked specifically that he would be able to make it through the surgery, and it was like all of a sudden, all the worry, all of the fear, all of the sadness was gone from within me. 

I got to the hospital and my little brother was still here, still alive, and still had a chance. 

That 2nd week when he had the scare, and we thought we were going to lose him, as me and my dad rushed out of his room while, nurses and doctors rushed in, I grabbed him and held him close, crying, shaking, as I prayed to my Father in Heaven to please help him though this, and to not let him give up yet. That same calm came over me, and I finished the prayer without a tear in my eye. I rushed outside and told everyone to please say a prayer for him, came back in and dropped to my knees once again. I swayed back and forth, trying to block all of the beeping machines from my mind, praying that my brother could hold on, even if it was for just a little bit longer. 

He did. 

When Britton's brain was starting to droop down close to his brainstem, we knew that if it were to touch, that would be the end. The doctors told us he was in a very risky situation and it would take a miracle for the swelling and pressure in his brain to subside and allow the brain to bring itself back up. I prayed with more intent than I ever have in my entire life for a solid week, because I knew that my brother was very close to potentially passing away. I prayed and prayed and prayed, along with all of you. We were constantly checking the ICP monitor, praying that it wouldn't get too high. The doctors were doing everything they could, they put in drains, drilled holes, did all they could to try and relieve as much pressure as possible. Britton was taken down for an MRI, which was scary enough in itself. This would determine the state of his brain and if it was getting any closer to the brain stem. I couldn't sleep a wink that night. None of us could. Fearful for what the news might be. I kneeled down with my mom and brothers that night, and prayed. I prayed as hard as I ever had before. Pleading with my father in Heaven that the results might be positive, or at least to help my brother to hold on for just a little bit longer. I know all of you were doing the same thing that night, and all the nights before. I woke up the next morning, afraid to move, afraid to look at my phone, we hadn't heard from my dad yet about how it went. Me and my mom rushed over to the hospital, afraid of what might be...

His brain had moved back up, away from the brain stem. There was no explanation for it, everyone was shocked, couldn't believe it.  It was a miracle. and that is all there is to it. 

When Britton had the skull put back on and the shunt placed on the other side of his head, the surgery was very risky. A lot of bad things could have potentially happened, the list was huge. There was no way for the doctors to know if putting it back on was the right move, but they decided to go for it and hope for the best. We were so confident in them, and knew they knew what would be best. So we prayed and prayed and prayed, that it would all go well, that there wouldn't be any difficulties, and if there were, that our sweet boy would be able to hang on...just a little longer. 

Everything went perfect. All of the bad things that could've presented themselves, were not factors. It went about as smooth as it could've. 

And here we are today, as Britt fights these bacterial infections that are targeting his heart, brain and lungs. One of them being a Super Bug, and very dangerous and difficult to treat, the others being in his lungs yet very manageable if treated right for a boy his age. When we got news that Britt had contracted these sicknesses, it was really hard, especially after all of the progress he had made and all he has gone through up to this point. I couldn't believe that he would have to face yet another obstacle, as if it hadn't already been hard enough for him. I've prayed and prayed, asking my Father in Heaven to please help his little body fight off these bugs, and for the antibiotics to be successful. To help him stay strong, and to not let him quit just yet. 

Brittons lab results and blood cultures have showed significant improvements over the last couple of days, suggesting that his body is fighting off the bacteria and the antibiotics working so far. 

I have been praying for the past 45 days that my sweet little brother will open those eyes of his. I've asked that when he is ready, on his own time, for him to open them up. I know Heavenly Father hears those prayers, and he knows the desires of my heart. He's just waiting to answer that one I think. 

The thing is. Prayer is the most powerful tool we have. And I know, without a doubt, that all of these things have come to pass, not because of my prayers, or my families. 

But because of YOURS! 

All of OURS together.  

Combined, we are saying thousands of prayers each day, for one boy. 

As I sit here, typing, my tears fall onto the keyboard. I cannot wrap my head around that. thousands and THOUSANDS of prayers, being said for my little brother, every day. From the hearts of strangers and friends all over the world. To know that my sweet brother has you behind him, supporting him, pulling for him, enough for you to ask God to help him. 

I know, he is still with us, because of just that. Because of you.

Your prayers. Your faith. Your belief in him. 

There is strength in numbers. And he has needed all the strength he could get since day 1. 

You will never know how thankful I am to you. 

I know that there is incredible power in prayer, there is proof of that, and he is laying in the bed I'm starring at. 

Matthew 7: 7 ¶Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:

D&C 19: 28 And again, I command thee that thou shalt pray vocally as well as in thy heart; yea, before the world as well as in secret, in public as well as in private.

Day 44

Not a lot went on today! They have identified another bug in Britt's lungs. They think the antibiotics should take care of the infections in his lungs, they still aren't too sure if the antibiotic for the bacteria in his blood is working, it will take a few days to know. Britt was a little bit more responsive today, so that was good! He's just been resting and taking it easy:) And we are still in our crime scene forensic investigation clothes haha. Thank you for the prayers! We feel they are working wonders for our boy!

This was britt's signature face when he was younger. 

A Good Reminder

I've been saying this to my brother for 6 weeks now, but I think today it is especially fitting. I think as his family, we also have to remember this. All we can do is look ahead and hope for brighter days to come. You have to take it one battle at a time, that is something that i have learned. You cant win the war all at once. It's one battle at a time. And sometimes you might come up a little short, but you keep moving forward and keep putting up your best fight regardless. I have really made an effort today to keep my heart in the right place, never letting my faith and trust in the lord and his plan waver. No matter how fearful i might be, or how unsure things may seem...I have to remember that "it will all be alright in the end". Britt isn't a quitter, never has been, never will be. He has made it this far, and he wont be stopping anytime soon. Sure, he may backtrack a little bit. But when the going gets tough, the tough get going...and my sweet brother is the perfect example of tough. I KNOW that through he faith of our family, and all of you who so strongly believe in our Britt, that through the millions of prayers that are offered up every minute of every day...that my brother, will not give up, will not quit, he will keep walking, he will keep trying, because he knows that there is help and happiness ahead, that it will all be all right in the end, he trusts in God and believes in good things to come.

Under the Weather

Sweet Britt has contracted a bacterial infection that targets his brain and heart. It's called enterococcus, and it's in his blood. They are still unsure of how he might have gotten it, it could be from just being here for a long period of time, or from someone who has been in contact with him, or through needles and lines that enter the blood. So now we have to wear sterile gowns, gloves and masks while we are in his room. I feel like i'm in a bio hazard zone, or in a crime scene investigation. My poor brother. He also has an infection in his lungs, and pneumonia from aspirating when he threw up the last couple of days. The bug in his lungs will be much more treatable than the infection he has in his blood. They say it is a super bug and hard to target because it is immune to most antibiotics, but we are confident that given a couple of weeks, our great doctors and nurses will do everything they can for Britt to get him healthy again! They are having to keep a close watch on his fevers, and keep them under control. He has lots of antibiotics running through him right now, so we are praying that they work to fight off the infections. The doctors said it could take a couple of weeks for it to clear from his system. We are lucky they found it so early. I used to make fun of my mom for always wiping everything off with disinfectant wipes, and being a hand sanitizer nazi...SHE'S ALWAYS RIGHT.

I found this out while i was sitting in church this morning, and I'll be honest, it really scared me. I didn't think it would be this bad. I couldn't hold back my tears. I just had to keep telling myself that it was just a little hiccup, a little bump in the road, and that it would all be okay. They have told us hundreds of times that there will be obstacles. But it doesn't make it any easier when they do arise. At first, it was easy ...well not easy, but easier...to deal with the bad stuff, because it really couldn't get any worse. But Britt has been doing so well the last couple of weeks, things have been so good and our spirits have been high. It's hard when things like this arise because you don't want him to go backwards, he has already been there, gone through that, and you don't want him to have to endure anymore than he already has. I don't want his little body to have to go through any more pain or difficulties. Luckily my little brother is young, strong and has a healthy immune system. I pray that he will get through this with ease and strength.

Britt is very fragile right now and in need of your prayers! Thank you for all the concern you show and support you so kindly offer us. We are so grateful, and our sweet boy wouldn't be able to conquer half the battles he has without you all, and neither would we.

6 Weeks

Today marks the 6th week that our boy has been in a coma. The last couple of days have been difficult, but he continues to fight and push through all that comes his way. After getting some of the test results and scans back, they think they have figured out a couple things!

The CT scan looked great. PHEW. that was what we were most worried about. We didn't want there to be any problems in that little brain of his. So that was such a relief.

However, they did get back the results from the samples they took and they think that from the throwing up he has been doing, he may have aspirating, so he probably has an infection in his lungs, most likely a form of pneumonia. They also said he could have a bug/virus as well. So they are going to start him on some antibiotics, and try to control his fevers. They put him on a machine, like a ventilator, to help him breath a little bit, because his respiratory rate has been very high. He has been really weak today, hardly moving at all. They decided to change his tube feed, because his stomach wasn't absorbing the other one, causing him to be bloated and nauseous. They are still trying to figure out what is happening for sure, but they now have a much better idea. Thank goodness for great doctors and nurses!! Hopefully Britt can recover from this as quickly as possible. Thank you SO MUCH for your prayers:)

Go Support!

Hey everyone! You know how I told you awhile back about the AMAZING dinner, silent auction and benefit concert Kalamity and a few amazing ladies put on for my brother?! Well they are back at it again for another very good cause!

"This time it is for a woman named Luci. A wife and mother of two beautiful children, and the definition of true beauty inside and out. For 7 years Luci has been suffering from a rare form of pelagic migraines that disables her to hold a job or any long term commitments. Due to this rare disease that has not been fully diagnosed, or has any cure yet. Her symptoms paralyze her for days, weeks, and even months at a time. She is a light in our lives, always serving anyone that comes her way. Regardless of her disorder and these life altering episodes, Luci still pushes through and makes the most of each day she has. Any help or donation is appreciated to help Luci through her fight!"

Tonight Kalamity, Kaos, and the Vault family will be putting on a benefit concert for sweet Luci! If you are able, it would be a great cause to go and support someone very deserving in our community like Luci!:)

AND it helps that the dancing is UNREAL. Definitely a show you are going to want to see!!

TONGHT AT DIXIE HIGH SCHOOL:
5pm: Dinner, Silent Auction and Bake Sale
6pm: Vault performs
7pm: Kalamity and Kaos performs