Monday, June 3, 2013
My son Ryan..
My son was placed in ICU and for three and half weeks he was so sick..he had two major brain surgeries and stopped breathing after the first one and was placed on a ventilator. My daughter wrote a post on facebook..
.I'm sitting here watching my baby brother breathe by way of breathing tube, completely sedated, head shaved, arms restrained, tubes covering his frail body. Why, why, why is he having to go through this? I don't want to hear that this is somehow "god's" plan. I don't want the doctors to tell me that they're just not sure why his body is reacting this way. I want my baby brother back. I want to drive down the road and punch him because I saw a punch buggy and have him laugh at my girlie hit. I want to stay up late together watching the dorky science documentaries that only he and I appreciate. I want him to give me one of his big hugs and say, "I love you sissy.". Maybe I'm weak, but I just can't stand seeing him like this.
I understood her..it's so hard seeing someone you love suffer. As a mom I wished I could just make the pain stop for both my children.
One night sitting by his hospital bed....Ryan wrote me a note...I treasure it...
I just wanna say that I don't know if I could've got through this whole thing without my mom here supporting me. Shes exhausted but doesn't want to leave in case something happens and I appreciate that more than anything. This whole thing has been the toughest but but also the most eye opening experience of my life and shes here with me every step of the way. Thank you Mom I love you more than anything in this world.
I can't tell you how much that meant to me. My son had grown into a man, he had pulled through something so terrifying and did it with such grace and dignity. He looked at me and said...." I know mom what does not kill us makes us stronger, that's what you always told me"